Harry sighed as he felt his dick twitch, unloading a thick, warm load of cum into Pansy's hot, wet mouth. He flopped back onto the bed, satisfied as she glanced up at him smiling impishly while swallowing his load. As if an afterthought, he waved his wand, fixing the black eye he'd given the girl when she decided she wasn't really in the mood, it'd changed her mind. Pansy tried to snuggle up next to him but he shoved her away.
"I'm done, leave me," he said coldly. Pansy looked like she was about to cry and opened her mouth to speak. "I won't say it again, fuck off or I'll let Athena have some fun with you." The serpent peered up from the side of the room, sensing a chance for some fun. The girl gave a great sob and ran from the room of requirement, leaving him to ponder the wand weighing later. Maybe he'd been a bit harsh but frankly he didn't care too much…
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The envious looks he got from his classmates as he got to leave history of magic made Harry chuckle. Draco was glaring at him while Blaise was muttering something along the lines of 'lucky bastard'. He strolled down the empty corridors towards where his fellow champions were meeting when he crossed Pansy leaving the bathrooms, needy eyes locking onto him. Stopping he reached out and grabbed her arm.
"I think after this meeting today, I'd like to relax properly, so you get a treat, I'm going to fuck you, you get to fuck a champion," he drawled. The girls eyes widened and she blushed.
"B-but Harry, I've never done that before, please I'm not ready…" she stammered desperately. Harry's eyes went cold and his grip tightened, he was beginning to hurt her. He spoke again, voice flat and emotionless, those green eyes piercing through her.
"I said, I'm going to fuck you later, your gonna spread your legs for me and let me ravage that tight cunt you stupid whore," as soon as he stopped talking, she felt his mind smash into hers, his willpower taking across her conscious, mind numbing choking pain encompassing her as he made her imagine it, him taking her body however he wanted, using her for his pleasure, she was nothing, she wanted him, needed him inside her, would do anything he desired. All of a sudden he was gone, her mind free, anxious for him to take her later that night. She could feel how wet her pussy was, her body shaking in pain and fear and tears running down her face. "Clean yourself up," he laughed mirthlessly, "you're a right mess." Ge released her and walked away, leaving the girl shaking in anticipation, lust and pure terror…
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The sight that greeted Harry when he entered the empty classroom used for the wand weighing was similar to that in the trophy room. Krum looked just as bored, Cedric was confused as always 'classic Hufflepuff' he thought wryly, and Fleur was giving him that some analytical, stony expression. As he took a seat he felt a slight shift. Something different in the air. He wanted to look at Fleur again, 'why?' he wondered to himself. As he glanced around the room. He noticed that Cedric, Krum and the photographer were all staring at her. 'Hell even that old fool Olivanders sneaking a peek' he chuckled to himself. Then it hit him, the allure, he'd heard she was part Veela, since he tried to look into her mind she must've been testing his mental duress. 'Foolish girl, I was barely even trying!' He decided to annoy her, he turned slowly towards her, gave her a small smirk and sent a wink in her direction. Her eyes widened in shock and outrage as he turned away nonchalantly. The feeling of her allure diminished and returned with a blast. Harry ignored the tug. Even that stupid reporter who couldn't seem to shut up seemed to lose what she was saying as her eyes turned to Fleur, unconsciously rubbing her legs together. Cedric was actually drooling! 'Pathetic,' Harry sneered. He could feel Flyers annoyance increasing as her allure did before it vanished as fast as it had arrived as McGonagall entered the room. The reporter, whose name Harry had already forgotten looked flustered and tried to recover herself.
"Umm ok, solo-uh-interviews, shall we start with the youngest? Mr Potter?" the reported blurted out, trying not to look at the French student as she hurried Harry off to a side door…
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'Fucking BITCH! I ought to skin that useless cunt of a reporter alive!' He'd caught the shit she was trying to get away with writing using that stupid quill. He was glad he'd snapped the wretched thing in two and burnt the sheet. A quick incendio had made it clear to her he wasn't to be fucked with. Fleur as well, who the hell did she think she was? Trying to snare him with her allure? Didn't she know how powerful he was? She'd find out! He was acutely aware of the moans around him. He should be enjoying being buried deep in Pansy's hot, wet cunt. Slamming into the moaning, writhing whore beneath him. But his mind was else wear, he'd already dealt with two dumb sluts who'd underestimated him today, and now this one thought she could moan like a pornstar and fool him?! He thrust his hand out, black hatred and rage overwhelming him and felt a bone breaker curse surge forwards into the girls arm. 'Huh? Wow, that's the strongest wandless magic I've ever achieved!' He marvelled, revelling in the power he had just exuded. He was brought back to reality by the screams of hurt and betrayal echoing around the room. His gaze shifting to Pansy's tear streaked face, he slammed a hand over her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, "you've just seen my produce wandless magic effortlessly and you're snivelling like a dumb little bitch? You should be worshipping me cunt!" Her eyes still streaming stared at him terrified, her face contorting in a mixture of agony and pleasure as he continued pounding into her. "Tell you what, if you can make me cum in two minutes, I'll fix your arm, if not you go to Madam Pomfrey and tell her you fell down the fucking stairs." His voice was now dangerously low. Eyes widening, the girl nodded and he felt her hips thrust up to meet him…
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Harry was laughing quietly to himself as he walked back towards the dorms. Pansy was probably in the hospital wing by now, such a shame she'd been 20 seconds too slow… His thoughts were interrupted by light sobbing. He stopped and considered if he should investigate, after all, it may be that mudblood Granger again and he loved kicking her when she was down. But he really couldn't be bothered and was about to walk off when Athena came out from his robes and hissed to him. "I think you should go ssseee massster, I know her sssmell…" Nodding to his snake, Harry turned and walked towards the empty classroom, trusting his companions instincts. Pushing the door open, he was shocked to see Daphne, head hung low, harsh cry's racking her body. Slowly, he walked over and put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to whip around startled.
"What's wrong?" He gasped with surprising gentleness. Pansy he didn't care about, in fact he liked making her cry, hell he loved it, but Daphne was different, he actually liked and respected the girl. Without a doubt she was the most beautiful and one of the most intelligent witches in the year, possibly the school. She looked at him, face shining with tears and utter hopelessness and despair in her eyes, yet there was something else lurking behind.
"I want to train with you," she demanded, voice forceful despite there light sobs she was still letting out. "I want to learn what you and the boys are, make me stronger!"
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," he replied firmly, refusing to break eye contact. She gazed into his eyes for a moment longer before her resolve broke and the tears began flowing again.
"He - he wants me to marry Nott, my father I mean, s-says if I don't he'll hurt her, hurt my little Astoria," she wailed. Harry was confused, sure it wasn't ideal but Daphne and Theo got along well and as guys go he wasn't too bad. He said as much causing Daphne to leap up, still crying but eyes now blazing with fury.
"NO, NOT THEO, FUCKING NOTT SENIOR, THEO'S DAD. HE KILLED HIS FIRST WIFE, HIS SECOND US MISSING BUT WE ALL KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO HER, HES A VILE CRUEL PIECE OF SHIT SHO JUST WANTS ME TO PARADE AND ABUSE! IF I DON'T MY FATHER WILL HURT MY LITTLE SISTER! HOW THE FUCK IS THAT OK? LET ME TRAIN WITH YOU, SHOW ME HOW TO FIGHT BACK AND SHOW MY FATHER!" She screamed before collapsing back into quiet sobs. "Please help me, see for yourself…" she paused momentarily as if considering, "look into my mind Harry, see what it's like, and see what I'm capable of, I know your practicing dark spells and curses, I want to know." Harry was taken aback, he'd never tried employing legilimency on his friends, but here she was asking, no begging him to. He sighed to himself and delved into her mind.
It was very rare that Harry Potter was surprised. Entering Daphne's mind he saw it all, the abuse from her father, blackmail, threats, even the times he'd crucio'd her for arguing back, how devoted she was to her sister and he felt a strong instinct to pretext his friend. Looking further he saw more, darker sides to the girl he would never have expected. The girl who she had cut when she was out with Pansy, leaving the girl mutiliated and unrecognisable, sadistic glee across her face as she sliced the unfortunate muggle. The way she'd broken into the girls house a few nights later and taken her eyes before slashing her throat. The young wizard she'd found who she'd charmed and twisted until he was devoted to her then blackmailing and manipulating him until he took his life. Then even further, he saw Daphne casting silencing charms on her bed, watched her fingers slowly slide through her glistening folds and enter her body as she moaned 'Harry…'
Daphne felt the moment he left her mind and she locked eyes with him, desperate that he would help her, that the madness deep in her soul hadn't scared him away from her, that she'd ruined any chance she had with the cruel, powerful boy she'd slowly grown to love.
"That's me," she whispered, "that's the real me beneath the social mask and politics, I'm… I'm a monster…" The tears were flowing freely now. Harry wrapped his arms around her and she instinctively buried her face in his shoulder.
"Well you bared your soul to me," he mused, "I think it's only fair I show you mine." Shocked, she looked up at him and nodded, seeing a small smile play across his lips. It was indescribable, his mind wrapped around her, every inch of her felt smothered in the cold, dark force flying from her friend. It froze her through to the heart yet she felt her body warming as every detail of his being assaulted her senses at once. Abuse, the way those muggles treated him, treated the freak. Power, his strength, growing incredibly by the day, continuing to climb to unstoppable heights. The rage, the black hatred, the need to tear and mutilate and slaughter. She saw it all. That stupid whore Pansy, how she pathetically convinced herself he really cared for her, she was just and object for him to hurt and pleasure himself with, abuse her like the world had abused him. His deepest darkest fantasies were laid bare to her. Mountains of bloodied corpses, people screaming in fear at the sound of his name. Running from the next dark lord. Anyone who could oppose him slaughtered. She saw him surrounded by bodies, laughing, those blazing green eyes surveying the carnage. He was mad, no, he was totally insane, but so was she. This boy, this creature of pure hatred, malice and cruelty. This hedonistic psychopath let his black soul envelope every fiber of her being. Then she saw it change, she was besides him in the midst of blood and death. When people ran and cowered from him, she was by his side. He no longer ruled the world, they did. He wanted her, and she needed him.
Daphne gasped as the room came back in an instant. Harry's arms still around her. He'd bared the pure madness of his soul to her. Shown her what he was capable of and the lengths he would go to. His eyes were staring straight into hers, blazing with power, hunger, lust and adoration. His hand met her cheek and she dove into him. Her mouth attacking his, tongue desperately exploring every corner of his mouth while his fought back, a battle for dominance between the pair of twisted teenagers, their hands roaming each others body. After five minutes, Daphne pulled back, breathing heavily. She hadn't noticed Athena slithering around both of their shoulders, holding their heads apart by mere inches. Once she'd caught her breath, she looked at him with hooded eyes and a red face and whispered, "I love you, forever… my lord."
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Pansy couldn't sleep, she'd been lightly sobbing all night, the cast on her arm hanging lazily by her side as she grit her teeth through the pain. 'Why? Why did he do this to me? He didn't even care, he was proud, why didn't he fix it. He loves me? Doesn't he? What's wrong with me?' The whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind were halted by the curtains being rapidly opened and shut followed by a quick 'silencio'. Before she had time to react, a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her back, the assailants face now inches from her as she recognised who was in her bed.
"Daphne?" she squeaked. Daphne just giggled. 'What the fuck is going on?' Pansy thought, desperately trying to wriggle free. There was a chilling look in Daphne's eyes, she looked crazy, no she looked insane. It was a look of madness on the girls beautiful face and it was haunting.
"How's the arm Pans?" The blonde hissed nastily, "fall down the stairs? Or did Harry get pissed off by your stupid, fake moaning you dumb whore?" Pansy paled and her eyes widened, 'how could Daphne know?'
"N-no I fell down the-" she started to say but was cut off and let out a shriek of agony when Daphne grabbed her broken arm and twisted it towards her. She almost passed out from the pain.
"Don't you lie to me slut," Daphne whispered cruelly, "he showed me his mind, my lord showed me what he did to you, how he played with your body, it was beautiful, it made me ache with desire for him. How pathetic that you think he'd ever truly care for you. He just uses you for pleasure, and he doesn't care if that means fucking you, or hurting you." Pansy was sobbing heavily now, this wasn't right Harry did care for her. This evil bitch was lying, trying to force her out of the way so she could have him all to herself.
"Y-you can't take him from me, he wants me, he'll never stop wanting me, I-I love him," Pansy moaned, despite the overwhelming terror she felt in that moment. Daphne gave a cruel smile.
"Oh Pansy, Pansy, Pansy," Daphne paused and leant forward, licking a tear off the broken girls cheek making her tremble with fear, "Harry won't be seeing you anymore, not alone. But we will see you, we're going to hurt you, use you as we please, you're nothing to us. I'm going to make you wish you were dead. And if you try and tell anyone?" Daphne grinned sadistically, relishing the girls fear, "I'll tell everyone about that time you crucio'd the Hufflepuff first year before obliviating her, we'll be kicked out but so will you, and then we will kill you." She let out a little giggle, and leant forward, planting a kiss on Pansy's cheek. "Sleep well little slut." And she was gone. Pansy was shaking uncontrollably, her arm was in agony and the tears were flowing. The sobs became uncontrollable as she noticed the damp patch around her crotch, realising she'd pissed herself…
So a fair bits happened in this chapter. Harry and Daphne are going to be the main pairing in this story but Harry will be with other girls, for various reasons, not that Daphne is going to discourage it. She'll even be joining in!
I know the smut has been relatively light but it is going to increase in tempo, as is the darker content seeing as these two will basically act as each others enablers.
Next chapter will be delving further into the tournament as well with strategies and more relationships developing.
As always, any complaints or suggestions? Drop me a review and I'll answer in a little note before the next chapter is released.