All the way from the great hall to the dungeon, Harry was in a depressed mood, even when Hermione tried to cheer him up. Although half the time she was trying not to laugh at the overexaggerated way she thought he was acting.

They arrived early, as there were very few students standing outside the closed dungeons. Harry leaned against the wall with his head down, and Hermione stood beside him.

"I think you are overreacting, Harry; having potion as the first class isn't the worst thing ever." Hermione said in her scolding tone.

Harry turned to her and looked at her as if she had said the most ridiculous thing ever, which, in his unbiased opinion, she did!

"Hermione, I just had the best summer experience of my life, and now I have to suffer through a two-hour straight class of potion while having that ugly face bat on my head for the whole time. Tell me how that is not the worst thing ever," Harry deadpanned.

"I mea-" Hermione tried to argue but then accepted defeat.

She sighed. "Well, if you put it like that, you are right.".

"It doesn't matter; however I put it, I am right," Harry said with absolute conviction.

Thankfully, his mood perked as he heard an angelic voice on his left.

"What's made you so gloomy this early in the morning, Harry?".

Harry turves to his left, and his lips curled into a big grin as he saw the beautiful visage of Smirking Daphne Greengrass in her uniform with a Slytherin green tie.

"Daphne! Your gorgeous face was the exact thing I needed to make this shit morning better," Harry grinned.

Tracey Davis, who was with Daphne, snickered while Daphne tried her best not to blush at the affectionate way Harry complimented her.

"So what is the reason for your sour mood right now?" she asked while barely stopping her cheek from getting a red hue.

Hermione snorted. "He is in a cranky mood because we have a two-hour straight potion for the first thing in the morning," she said, and Harry nodded sadly.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "I think that's a valid reason; even I'm not happy."

Harry gasped, "You agree with me."

Daphne nodded. "Absolutely, I don't like waking up early and suffering for two hours straight while making potion in this hot dungeon, especially with the school's worst teacher."

Harry's eyes widened. "You don't like Snape too?" He asked with hope.

Daphne shook her head. "I have never liked him, even though he is my house head. I know he is very biassed towards our house, and because of that, our already bad reputation got worse, and I have seen how he bullies other house students, which is the most disgusting thing a professor could do."

She looked up at Harry and saw him looking at her with an admirable look, as if she had said the most beautiful thing ever.

"Daphne, if you keep saying things like that, I might just fall in love with you right here," Harry said with utmost sincerity.

This time, Daphne couldn't hold her blush as her pale cheek turned red, while Tracey and Hermione, who were enjoying the conversation, giggled at the blush on the normally stoic girl.

Fortunately or unfortunately for her, the door of the dungeons opened, and the bat came out of his cave.

Snape looked at the young faces looking at him and sneered, "Stop staring at my face. Get inside before I start taking points."

All the students quickly shuffled into the dark room that was filled with potions, cauldrons, and ingredients.

Just after entering, Harry remembered why he hated this place so much. It was not just the person who was teaching the class; it was also the dark, gloomy vibe of the room.

You don't even feel like you are in a classroom; it feels like an underground dungeon, filled with secret, disgusting things.

All of them took their benches, with Harry partnering up with Hermione instead of Ron for the first time in years, something the lanky red-haired boy didn't like with the scowl on his face.

Snape closed the door and walked to the classroom front with his cloak billowing behind him, and Harry rolled his eyes. He really loves doing his small tricks to intimidate others.

"This year, if you are not aware, Hogwarts will be attending two European schools, so to improve our interhouse unity," Snape sneered with disgust as he said the last two words.

"Our dear headmaster has come up with an idea, which I am very much against." His scowl, if possible, became bigger.

Harry was excited to hear about the idea that Snape hated so much because it would definitely be a great idea.

"The idea is to pair one student from the opposite house"—or maybe it really wasn't a good idea.

All the students started whispering in shock, and both the Gryffindor and Slytherin house students threw hateful looks at each other. Snape coughed to get their attention.

"I don't care how much you don't like the idea; this is what you would have to do, so stop crying and join your selected partners as I tell you," Snape warned, then opened a list and began reading out the mixed pairs of both houses.

Harry stood there, waiting anxiously for his name. He smiled at Hermione when she was paired with Tracey; that was definitely the best she could have gotten.

As the names kept going without his, Harry started fearing the worst when he noticed Malfoy was still left. He knew if this list was made by Snape himself, then that ugly bat would definitely pair him with that ferret.

Thankfully, his name finally came.

"Potter and Greengrass"

Harry turned his head in shock and looked at Daphne, who was looking at him with the same pleased expression. Both of them smiled at each other and went to their benches.

"I am so glad I got you, Daphne. I thought I was going to pair up with Malfoy," Harry grinned with relief.

"I'm very glad, too, that it's you." Daphne nodded with a smile. "I thought I would be paired with Weasley." She scrunched her face in disgust.

"Wait," Harry's eyebrow furrowed, "if we were the second last pairing, that means—" he was cut off, and everyone stopped taking when they heard the last pair.

"Weasley and Malfoy."

Everyone's eyes widened, and even Snape looked shocked as he was rereading the list to check if he had read it wrong.

Snape then threw the list away and looked at the two boys, who still hadn't taken their benches and were glaring daggers at each other.

"Mr. Malfoy and Weasley, go to your cauldrons; I don't have time for your staring contest." Snape drawled.

"But professor, surely you don't think I'm going to work with this idiot," Malfoy sneered at Ron.

Ron opened his mouth to reply, but Snape cut him off.

"I assure you, Mr. Malfoy, whether you want it or not, it doesn't matter; you would have to corporate. Now both of you go to your station before I start taking severe measures," Snape warned, and finally both of them went to their tables while the entire class snickered at them.

Snape glared at the students, and everyone stopped snickering.

"Today you will make a calming drought. The instructions are on the board," he said, and with a flick of his wand, the instructions were on the board, "and the ingredients are in the cupboard." This time, the cupboard opened and was filled with ingredients.

"Begin"

Harry instantly turned to his blonde partner. "So, how are we doing this?" He asked.

"You are letting me take the lead?" Daphne asked in shock.

Harry nodded. "I am not bad at potions, but you are the best at this, so it would be much better if you led, and Snape won't say anything to you."

Daphne blushed as his compliment warmed her heart.

She nodded and got into serious mode. "Alright, so you bring the ingredients while I prepare the cauldrons and set the utensils," she ordered.

Harry nodded and went to take the ingredients. He came back a minute later to his bench and immediately knew he was right in letting Daphne take the lead; she had already done everything needed to start the potion, which would have taken him at least five minutes to do.

"Here it is," Harry said, and he put the ingredients on the table.

"Thank you, Harry." Daphne smiled up at him. "Now please cut these roots into inch-sized, small pieces."

Harry nodded. "okay." And both began wiring on the potion.

Harry could clearly see why Daphne was the best potioneer in their class; everything she did was with absolute precision, and she didn't even look at the board for once; it seemed as if she had every step in her mind already.

But that wasn't true, as Harry noticed her way of making the potion was much different than the one Snape had written on the board, and even if Harry wasn't the best at potion, he could still tell Daphne's way was much easier and faster.

When he asked about it, he was surprised to find out that Daphne's mother was the best potioner of her generation; she was so good that it was her who was offered the job of potion professor before Snape.

But because of her responsibilities as Lady Greengrass and being busy with her infant daughters at the time, she rejected it.

And now it seemed Daphne had the same talent as her mother, and it was because of her own natural talent and her mother's teaching and notes that Daphne was so good.

As they were brewing the potion, Daphne said something that confused Harry.

"By the way, thank you, Harry," she said with a pretty smile.

"For what?" Harry asked, confused.

"For setting Malfoy straight yesterday," she replied while stirring the potion clockwise.

Harry sighed. "Daphne, you already thanked me yesterday; you don't need to do it again."

Daphne changed the flame from high to medium to give her complete attention to Harry. "It's not only for that, Harry; you seemed to have put a fear in him, and because of that, yesterday, on the first day of school, for the first time, he hasn't been a pain in the ass like the previous years."

Harry's eyebrow furrowed. "Does he create problems for you in your common room?" he asked in small anger.

Daphne shook her head. "No, he knows he can't do anything to me, or it won't be good for his family. What he does is try to make life harder for other members of our house, like Tracey, who is half blood, and the way he acts as if he is the leader of Slytherin."

"He really behaves like that," Harry said dryly.

Daphne giggled and nodded. "He does believe me, but it seems this year he is much more subdued, and he is not even throwing his father's power around it like he used to."

Harry snorted, "I guess taking his father's arm is helping in more ways." He smirked, which vanished quickly as a shadow loomed over their bench.

"Potter, stop irritating Ms. Greengrass; I don't want to see her high grade drop down because of a dunderhead like you," Snape sneered at him.

Harry looked into the eyes of Snape and was pleased to note that now he did not need to look up at him anymore; in fact, it was Snape who had to look up at him as Harry was two inches taller than him.

"Of course, professor, don't worry," Harry said with a sweet smile, and it worked as he intended when he saw Snape becoming angrier.

"Don't think just because you're with Ms. Greengrass that your grade will get better; you have to do the final exam with yourself. Don't forget that," snapped Harry, while Harry just continued smiling at him, angering him more.

Fortunately, right at that moment, a cauldron blasted, and everyone turned to see Ron and Draco, covered in burned potion, fighting each other.

Snape yelled angrily, "WEASLEY 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bu-"

"I don't want to hear what you have to say!" Snape snapped at Ron. "Get out of my classroom right now."

Ron stomped, took his bag in anger, and stormed out of the room. Snape cleaned Draco with a flick of his wand and sent him to the infirmary.

"I don't know how you have survived someone who clearly hates you for so long," Daphne said.

"Even I don't know how," Harry deadpanned.

They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. Obviously, they made sure to laugh quietly; they didn't want Snape to shout at them next.

Daphne, while she was working, had a smile on her face all the time, which was very unusual for a girl who is known for showing a lack of expression.

She was doing something she loved, making potion, but that wasn't the reason for her smile; it was the person next to her, who was her partner for the whole year.

She was devastated when she found out they were going to be partnered up with other house students. She had hoped she would get her friend Hermione, but what she got was so much better.

She couldn't believe her partner was the same guy she dreamed of last night, and every time she thought about the wet, hot dream she had, her lower lips got wet.

She turned to the man of her dreams, who was working with full focus beside her. Immediately, her eyes flicked to his muscled arm stretching his thin shirt, which was soaked in sweat.

Because of how hot the room was, everyone had taken their robes off, and Daphne was ever so thankful for that.

Her eyes went to his veiny hands, which were stirring the potion clockwise slowly, just like she had told him. It was the same hand that was in her pussy last night in her dreams.

Her eyes then drifted up his arm to his bicep, where his sleeve was rolled up because of the heat. With a heavy breath, she looked at the way his sleeve was stretched around his swollen bicep.

His whole shirt was clinging to his sweaty body, and Daphne could clearly count the number of abs Harry had.

She rubbed her thighs as she felt her knickers wet while imagining how she wanted those strong big hands of Harry on her body, touching everywhere, and on her neck as he choked her while he thrust his big cock into her pussy.

She absolutely loved how much Harry had filled out this year.

She remembered the challenge between her, Susan, and Padma about who would get Harry first, and she realised this was the exact moment she had been waiting for.

An idea formed in her mind, and she sneakily unbuttoned three buttons on top of her shirt, giving a very nice view of her tits. And then she stepped in front of him, placing herself between the table and Harry.

She took the spoon from him, "That's good, Harry, but now do it anticlockwise like this." She said and wiggled her ass on his crotch.

Harry's breath hitched as he felt her plump ass wiggle on his cock. He looked down and instantly regretted seeing her plump ass bulging out of her skirt and rubbing on his crotch.

His cock quickly became half-hard, and he could practically feel it sandwiched between her covered ass cheeks.

"Harry".

Hearing his name, he looked up and saw Daphne innocently staring at him. "Are you alright?" She asked in concern.

"Y..yeah" Harry coughed. "Yeah, I am fine," he said with a forced smile.

"Oh, good," Daphne smiled. "So, as I was telling you, you have to now do this anticlockwise like this," she said, and then she did exactly what Harry didn't want.

She leaned forward on her toes to look in the cauldron, and doing so, she pushed her ass up on his half-hard cock. Harry bit his lip to not moan out loudly as he felt his shaft get practically stroked by her cheeks.

He tried to half listen to her and at the same time think about every disgusting thing he could to get to stop his cock from getting full hard.

It was pure luck that they were at the back of the room; if they had been in the front, Snape would have already caught him getting dry-humped.

Daphne smirked as she looked over her shoulder at Harry.

She could see how hard he was trying to control himself by the grimace on his face, but she didn't make it easy for him; she kept wiggling her ass up and down on his big cock, which she could feel between her ass.

She stopped stirring and looked back at him. "Now you know how to do it, Harry?" She asked innocently.

Harry nodded his head rapidly. "I do. Don't worry, I'll handle it now." He said, while breathing heavily and taking the spoon from her hands.

With a smile and last wiggle, Daphne stepped aside, and Harry quickly stepped forward to hide his half-hard boner under the table.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and for the next few minutes, he stirred the potion just as Daphne told him. He felt his cock finally soften and relax, thinking his torture was over, but oh, how wrong he was.

Daphne suddenly leaned to the other side of the table directly in front of Harry, blocking his vision of the potion, and instead he got a very clear and delicious view of her big, creamy, sweaty heaving tits on his face.

He looked mesmerised by the way her big cleavages, wet with sweat, were bouncing in front of his eyes. He noticed she was wearing a Slytherin green bra that fitted her boobs perfectly.

Seeing the drop of sweat sliding down between her cleavage, his cock hardened again.

He forgot all about the potion, and the only thing he wanted to do right now was lick the sweat off her deliciously-looking tits.

Finally, after a long minute, Daphne pulled back with a seed in her hands. "Finally, I was looking for this for so long," she sighed, and then looked in the cauldron.

"Harry, keep your focus on the potion; it's going to burn," she warned him.

Harry broke out of his trance and began stirring again, just in time to save the potion.

Daphne breathed a sigh of relief and then checked the potion. "I think we are almost done; it just needs a little more stirring," she said with a smile.

Harry sighed and quietly muttered, "Thank Merlin."

Thankfully, for the last few stirrings, Daphne didn't tease him anymore, and they finished the potion just in time.

"Times up!" Snape shouted, "Fill your potion sample in a vial and submit it to my desk."

Daphne began filling the vial, and Harry noticed their potion was absolutely perfect, something Harry himself had never achieved.

Once Daphne filled the vial, Harry closed it with a cork, and then Daphne took it to the table with Harry following behind.

She handed the sample to Snape, who examined it with an impressed look.

"Outstanding work like always, Ms. Greengrass; 10 points to Slytherin," Snape said, examining the sample. "It says quite a lot about your skill that even with a hindrance like Potter, you managed to make the potion perfectly."

He stared at Harry all the while he said it, mockingly trying to make him angry, but Harry just kept staring at him with a blank face.

"Actually, Professor Harry was a very big help; I wouldn't have made this potion without him, so I think he deserves half the credit," Daphne said in Harry's defence.

Snape scowled at her, while Harry smirked at him and looked at Daphne with a look of admiration.

"I don't ask for your opinion, Ms. Greengrass; now both of you get out of my office," Snape sneered in anger.

Harry and Daphne left the room, and once they were outside, they burst out laughing and held onto each other.

Harry composed himself and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Thank you, Daphne, for defending me there." He thanked her with a smile.

Daphne blushed, seeing the soft look in his eyes for her. "I was not going to let him diss my partner like that," she shrugged and smiled back.

Harry chuckled. "I'm so glad you are my partner."

"Me too," Daphne nodded. "What is your next class?" She asked.

Harry opened his schedule and scanned through, "Look like it's DADA." He put the schedule back in his bag and asked, "And yours?"

"Transfiguration," Daphne answered.

"Ah," Harry said, shaking his head in disappointment. "It seems like we are going in the opposite direction then."

Daphne nodded, and then, with a moment of hesitation, she leaned in and hugged him, feeling his hard muscles and breathing in his masculine scent.

She then pulled back and kissed him very close to his lips.

"I will see you later, Harry," she said with a sly smile, and she walked away, swaying her hips.

Harry touched his cheek where she had left her mark with a dopey smile. And that's how Hermione found him. She had seen in class how both were interacting and how Daphne was teasing him.

Frankly, she can't wait to see Harry claim Daphne.

She hit his arm and brought him out of his trance. "So... how was your partner?" she smirked.

"Brilliant," Harry grinned, "and what about yours?" He asked back and slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in, and they started walking to the DADA room.

Hermione shrugged. "I think I am quite lucky I got Tracey. Except for being a bit too energetic, she is a very good partner," she replied, wrapping her arm around his waist.

Harry chuckled. "Well, then it looks like we both got lucky." He smirked, then slid his hand from her waist to her ass and squeezed a handful of it.

"HARRY!" Hermione squealed and hit his rumbling chest as Harry laughed at her blushing face.

They arrived at the DADA room and saw Hufflepuffs fourth-year student already there, sitting.

"Susan!" Hermione called her friend, who was sitting with Hannah Abbott.

"Hermione," the busty red-haired witch said, and then looked at Harry behind her. "Harry!" She smiled and patted the seat at their back. "Come here; both of you can sit here."

Harry and Hermione nodded, then sat down behind them.

"Which class was yours before this?" Hermione asked.

"Herbology," Susan replied and asked back, but to Harry, "which was yours?"

"Potions," Harry answered and asked, "Who were you partnered up with?"

"Anthony Goldstein." Susan frowned.

"Why that face? Was he a bad partner?"

"I mean, he was alright," Susan shrugged. "He is smart but very boring. The useless thing he told me about, argh, I almost fell asleep listening to him."

Hermione smirked. "It seems to me he was trying to impress you."

"Why would he do that?" Susan asked.

Hannah snorted, "See, Hermione, even you already get it, but she still doesn't know!" she exclaimed in frustration.

Seeing the still confused Susan, Hermione explained, "Susan, he has a crush on you."

For some reason, Harry didn't like that; he doesn't know why, but deep down, he felt anger towards this Anthony. Fortunately, from the look of Susan, even she didn't like that.

"Well, too bad for him; I don't have any feelings for him." Susan pouted, and then she turned to Harry to try to change the topic: "Who was your partner, Harry? I hope it wasn't Malfoy."

"No, thankfully he was not." Harry chucked and shook his head. "My partner was Daphne.""

"Daphne," Susan muttered in a jealous tone. She opened her mouth to ask if she tried anything with Harry, but at that time, the professor's quarter door opened.

For some reason, Harry felt the hair at the back of his neck raise, and as a caution, he quickly threw a big 'protego' around him, saving his friends from the red stunners that rained on everyone.

It turned out to be a very smart move, as Moody fired stunning spells everywhere as soon as he stepped in, and almost everyone fell unconscious except the four students Harry's shield was protecting.

Moody smirked and fired a barrage of spells at Harry's shield, breaking it. Harry quickly rolled around and dodged the spells while yelling at his friend to dive down under the desk.

He stood up after rolling and retaliated against Moody's spells, matching him toe to toe. They destroyed the furniture around the classroom from their spell fire, but they didn't care.

Surprisingly, Susan joined Harry and attacked Moody from his other side, leaving him shocked for a few seconds until he started fighting her as well.

Harry and Susan began overwhelming him, and Harry finished the fight with a quick spell chain of 'reducto' 'expelliarmus' 'stupify ' and 'incarcerous'.

With reducto, he broke Moody's shield, and then he was so busy focusing on Susan that he wasn't fast enough to dodge the other spells, leaving him stunned without his wand and wrapped in ropes.

"I guess we got him," Harry said, looking at the unconscious moody.

Susan nodded. "We did." She smiled proudly and high-fived Harry.

Hermione peeked out from under the table and looked around at the destruction. "Can we come out now?" She asked with Hannah behind her.

Harry waved her, "Yeah, you can come out." He then turned to Susan. "Susan, with Hermione and Hannah, renneverate all of them." He said, pointing to the unconscious students, "while I go and revive moody".

Susan nodded and did exactly as told.

After five minutes, everyone was back conscious. Moody, when he stood up with the help of his cane, surprised everyone when he started laughing.

He stopped laughing and looked at Harry and Susan. "Potter and Bones pat your back. You two were the only ones alerted enough to shield yourself from my spell, and then you two defeated me while working together. You two should be proud." He complimented them, and Harry and Susan felt their chests filled with pride.

"AND YOU LOT," moody barked at the rest of the students, "all you are useless; none of you were constant vigilant and went down with only one spell."

"But professor, you surprised us; we were not ready," said Zacharias Smith in his pompous tone.

Moody limped his way to the Hufflepuff and got in his face. "You think your enemy will give you an invitation first and then attack you?" He snarled and then shouted, "ANSWER ME, YOU USELESS IDIOT."

"N..no, si..sir," the normally arrogant boy stuttered in fear.

Moody nodded. "Now you get it." He then limped his way back to the front and said, "Now, I did this surprise attack to test each of you."

He stood at the front, leaning on his cane, and stared at everyone with his spinning eyes, intimidating them. "And I must say, I am left disappointed; expect of two, every other of you failed."

All the students other than Harry and Susan hung their heads in shame.

"And now for why I did it," Moody said while he limped from one side to the other at the front. "I did that because this year there will be a duelling competition, and I wanted to check how good you are, and it's safe to say that except for two students here, every one of you is shit."

Even Harry was feeling a bit bad for others now, but then again, it is their fault.

"But as a teacher, it's my responsibility to make you better, so from now on, I am going to teach you how to duel and make you good enough to beat the other school opponents." He said and then opened a list: "Now you may already be aware of it, but I have paired up all of you, and the names are..."

Harry once again stood and waited for his name. He sent a smile to Hermione when she was paired with Hannah, and it looked like he was going to get paired up again in the end.

Finally, when there were only two left, they called their names.

"Potter and Bones," he said, and Harry and Susan stepped forward. "You two are the only ones this year who are most likely to get selected for duels this year, which is why I am pairing you two so that you can help improve each other," he said, firmly staring at them intensely with both of his eyes.

Harry and Susan nodded. "We will, sir."

"Good" moody smiled, which didn't look good on his scarred face. "Now move along and get started."

Harry and Susan then took the free space left in the room and faced each other.

"You ready, Susan?" Harry asked.

"I am," Susan nodded confidently.

And with a countdown of three, they began their duel.

And from the very first exchange, it was clear that Harry was better than Susan by a good margin.

Susan fired her spells as fast as she could, trying to catch him with at least one spell, but Harry was too fast; he dodged and weaved around her spells, not even trying to shield, and retaliated back with his low-powered spells.

There was one big glaring difference between them that was really hampering Susan against him, and that was that Harry was throwing his spells nonverbally while Susan was saying the spells out loud.

And that made it much easier for Harry to recognise her spell and face them, while Susan, on the other hand, was having a hard time recognising his every spell.

Soon, the fight came to a close.

"Aquapila" Susan fired a water ball at him, but Harry, with a flick of his wand and whispered 'ignis', turned the water into steam and blasted it back to Susan.

Susan put out a 'protego' to shield herself from the hot steam, but what she didn't know was that Harry had also firedto shield from steam, which it did, but Harry had also threw 'scutumruptor' and 'stupefy' spells, hiding it in the steam.

The shield breaker broke her shield, and the stunner dropped her down.

She opened her eyes a while later and saw Harry looming over her.

"You did good, Susan." Harry smiled and offered his hand, which she took.

Susan shook her head. "I did not, Harry; you defeated me easily," she said in disappointment.

"Hey!" Harry squeezed her shoulder in comfort. ""Don't be harsh on yourself; you did good, and you can become much better; after all, that's the reason we are paired to improve each other," he grinned.

Susan smiled and nodded. "You are right; come on, let's duel again."

And after that, for the rest of the class, they kept duelling.

Every duel Susan kept losing, but just like Harry said, she also kept getting better with him instructing her and improving the things she was doing wrong.

Harry had been very impressed with her. Susan was a very good student, and she listened to every pointer he gave her. Her hunger to get better was really admirable, and Harry could tell she was doing it to make her aunt proud.

The most surprising thing about her for him was how nimble she was.

Susan was not a slim, petite girl; she was the literal definition of a curly body with her wide hips and especially her big bust, and she was still so quick to nimble on her feet and flexible.

Just like she was proving right now as they were having their last duel, Susan seemed to have decided not to throw any spells at him but instead was just blocking or mainly dodging his spells while at the same time getting closer to him.

Harry was obviously not aiming at her perfectly deliberately; he was intrigued to see what she had in mind.

"You know you can't defeat me by only dodging my spells," Harry said as once again Susan showed her flexibility when she dodged his spell by cartwheeling. "You have to attack me with a spell as well."

Susan smirked. "Are you sure about that, Harry?" She then surprised him when, instead of dodging again, she was so close that she jumped at him.

Harry, in shock, dropped his wand and caught Susan in his arms with his hands on her round ass and her big bouncing tits, on which his eyes had been all this time straight on his face.

He fell back on his ass after the sudden impact, with her arms in his arms.

Susan enjoyed her victory as she had effectively disarmed him, while Harry was enjoying his defeat as well. His face was smashed in between Susan's huge soft boobs, and he was practically motorboating her.

"I won!" Susan cheered and heard his mumbling answer. "What, I can't hear you?" She asked and then looked down and saw the reason he couldn't speak.

"EEPS!" Susan squeaked and slid back, freeing his face, but in doing so, she felt herself sitting on something very long and hard.

Her face turned red as she realised what it was, but rather than getting panicked, she smirked and looked at the flushed Harry.

"Harry, is that your wand, or are you enjoying me sitting on you?" she asked playfully.

She then looked at his wand on the ground and mock-gasped, "Harry, your wand is there, so it looks like you are very happy with me sitting on you like this." She teased and grinded her ass on his hard cock.

Harry groaned, "Merlin Susan, you're killing me," and rubbed his red face with his hands.

Susan's red face also giggled, and with one last grind, she stood up. She wanted to keep teasing to see if he would break, but she didn't want it in front of others.

Harry, instead of taking her offered hand, rolled on his stomach and stayed there for a while until his dick softened back.

This was the third time this had happened to him, and he doesn't know if he can take this much teasing again today without bursting into his pants.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, he stood just as Moody finished the class. He walked with the still-giggling Susan and met with Hermione.

"It looks like you two had fun duelling," Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.

Susan giggled. "Oh, I definitely did." She smirked at Harry, who glared back at her.

Hermione shrugged. "Well, whatever lets go, it's lunch time."

They made their way to the Great Hall, where Susan stopped him before they entered.

Harry turned to her and saw her looking nervous.

"Is something wrong, Susan?" he asked, concerned.

Susan took a deep breath and began speaking. "Harry, I wanted to ask if you could help me get better at fighting."

Harry's eyebrow furrowed. "Of course I would; moody paired us for that very reason."

Susan shook her head. "I'm not taking about during the class; I'm taking about after the class. Would you help me?" She asked with pleading eyes.

Harry thought about how he already had a plan to train, so for him, there was no problem with Susan's wish. "I will absolutely," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, Harry!" Susan beamed and hugged him tightly, then went to her house bench with a skip in her steps.

Harry chuckled at seeing her happiness, and he realised he had been hugged by two very beautiful witches in an hour, and he didn't mind it; in fact, he liked it.

He then also went to his bench and took the seat beside Hermione, who had saved it for him, and then filled his hungry stomach to get ready for the only class left for the day.

After lunch, it was time for the charms, which was the last class of the day.

The Gryffindors and Ravenclaw fourth year, who were sharing the class, went together to the classroom from the great hall.

They arrived there and found the ever-energetic Professor Flitwick already there, waiting for them. Just like in previous classes, the professor divided them into pairs, and Harry somehow got lucky again.

"Mr. Potter and Ms. Patil"

Harry turned to the pretty Indian witch and smiled at her, making her blush.

They quickly took their seats as Flitwick stated his teaching.

Harry leaned towards her. "I'm so lucky I got the smartest Ravenclaw as my partner," he whispered.

Padma blushed. "I am happy that you are my partner as well," she said, smiling prettily.

Harry was stunned momentarily by how beautiful she was, and the slight red in her cheeks made her look more exotic.

"Welcome back to class for your fourth year," Flitwick said in his squeaky voice. "Now for this year, we will cover many new spells, but first, today we will learn the stunning spell.".

Harry sat back, relaxed after that, and while keeping one ear to what the professor was saying, he wasn't being disrespectful to him; he just already knew the spell and had mastered it, just like every spell of this year. In fact, he was now currently on 7th year level spells, and hopefully by the end of this month he would have completed that too.

After explaining how the charm works and how to do it, Flitwick conjured a dummy for every pair to practice on.

Harry and Padma took their place 10 metres in front of their dummy.

Harry turned to Padma, "You want to go first?" He asked her.

Padma shook her head. "No, you should go first, Harry. You already know how to do it, and I can learn from you," she said while tilting her head in a cute way.

Harry nodded. "Okay."

He then took a lazy stance. "It's actually a very easy spell; all you have to do is stab and say the incantation of the spell," he said in his serious teacher mode.

He then aimed at the dummy heart and fired the spell.

"stupefy"

A red beam of light fired from his wand and hit the dummy dead on target.

Harry looked at Padma and saw her wide, shocked face.

"Did you get that, Padma?" he asked her, bringing her out of her shock.

"Your accuracy is amazing," Padma breathed in awe.

Harry blushed lightly and shrugged. "It's alright, this is actually not my usual target distance."

Padma's eyebrows raised in shock. "You practice on a longer distance target than this?"

Harry rubbed his head and awkwardly chuckled, "Um, yeah, I actually practice with a 100-metre distance."

Seeing her expression turn more shocked and filled with awe, Harry decided to change the topic.

"Enough about me; it's your time to do it," Harry firmly said, and Padma nodded.

She took her stance, which was a little rigid, and fired the spell while shouting "STUPEFY." Proving how smart she was, she got the spell in one attempt and hit the dummy on its stomach.

Harry grinned and clapped, "brilliant Padma. You got it in your first attempt; that's impressive," he complimented her.

Padma blushed but shook her head. "It's still not anywhere as good as yours," she pouted.

Harry snorted, "That's because it was your first attempt, Padma. You will get better, but there are some things that you are doing a little wrong."

"What is it?" Padma asked, "And could you please help me?"

Harry nodded, "Sure."

He then went behind her, and he noticed how small she was compared to him. He was easily able to cover her body with his wide frame. He then placed his hand on hers and corrected her wand-stabbing motion.

"You see, when you are firing the spell, you are stabbing the wand a bit too hard, so when you do it, your aim comes down with your wand. understood." Harry asked, and Padma nodded.

"Now the next time you do it, relax your body, and then stab your wand with a little force and lose arms. Alright, now try it," he said, and Padma, with a deep breath, threw the spell again, this time hitting close to the dummy heart.

Padma smiled widely and looked at him over her shoulder. "That was so much better; thank you, Harry." She expressed her gratitude to him.

Harry smiled back. "It's you who did that; I only gave you a few tips." He shrugged. "Now there are more things you need to know so that you can use this spell more fluidly."

For the next few minutes, Harry kept giving her tips and correcting her stance, and Padma's spell work gradually became more fluid, and she was very thankful to Harry for that. She also liked feeling his warm, strong body around hers, and she felt a shiver with his whisper in her ear and whenever he touched her hands.

Harry really enjoyed teaching Padma. She was a very fast learner and listened to his every tip. And there was something that made her a better partner than Daphne and Susan.

Don't get him wrong. Both of those witches were wonderful, but at least Padma, unlike them, hadn't teased him and left him blue-balled. He had already suffered enough from their teasing, and the sweet, innocent Padma was a very needed relief.

But little did he know how wrong he was.

When he was teaching her how to cast the spell without stabbing, with just a flick of her wand, Padma sneakily dropped her wand.

"Oops, sorry, Harry." She apologised with an innocent smile and then bent down to pick up her wand, pushing her ass on his manhood.

For one moment, Harry was enjoying teaching Padma, and the next, he was cursing the innocent-looking minx that she was; he had never expected a sweet, quiet girl like Padma to be a tease like Daphne and Susan.

He looked down and saw her bending in front of him, jutting her ass out, and noticed the way her skirt was stretching around her surprisingly round, thick ass. He barely held himself back from squeezing her thick ass.

He bit his lip so hard he almost bled to stop groaning in pain as his cock for the fourth time in the day hardened again and forced his eyes to the ceiling and tried to control his breathing.

Padma, after a very long pause, finally straightened up with her wand in her hand. "Shall we continue, Harry?" she asked innocently while looking at his pained grimace on his face.

Harry nodded, and they continued, but this time he kept a little distance between them so that both of their bodies weren't touching each other.

But if he had thought Padma would stop there, then he was a complete idiot. Unlike Daphne and Susan, who used their bodies to torture, Padma used other means to tease him.

She kept stroking her wand very suggestively, making Harry's stutter and lose his focus every time he tried to say something.

And she didn't stop at that. Padma even took her wand in her mouth and sucked on it slowly while staring at him with her hooded, dark eyes.

All the while, Harry fought to keep his flaring dick down and tried not to imagine how her succulent lips would look on his cock while she sucked on it.

The class ended, and Harry's torment was finally over. Once they were allowed, Harry ran straight to his dorm, ignoring even Hermione.

He entered his empty dorm and, after quickly undressing, went straight to the shower. Standing under the hot shower, he took his angry, swollen cock in his hand and began jerking it.

He imagined all three—Daphne, Susan, and Padma—kneeling naked in front of him while they worshipped his cock.

He let out a loud moan as his cock became harder when he imagined Daphne taking his cock deep in her throat and him roughly fucking her face all the while she looked at him with her smokey grey eyes.

He then imagined Susan with her huge tits covering his cock and stroking it, giving his big cock a nice wet titjob with utmost dedication.

He felt him getting ready to burst, and with an image of Padma kneeling with her mouth open and him covering her face with his cum, he exploded with a loud groan and fired his cum all over the bathroom walls.

He wanked one more time since his cock was still hard and twiching, and after showering while he was drying himself, Harry realised three things with post-nut clarity.

First, Daphne Susan and Padma definitely want him, judging by the way they behave around him and tease and flirt with him.

Second, he knew Hermione knew all about her friends wanting him, and she was happy with it, which would explain what she had blurted out last night while she was in throes of pleasure.

And third and foremost, Harry desired all those three sexy witches as well, and he would claim them as his.

It looks like Maria's dream of making his harem was going to come true.

Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you liked this chapter as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. It was interesting and hard to show three different girls trying their own means to tease Harry. And in the next chapter, one of the girls gets Harry before the other two. I won't tell who it is, though.?

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