As dusk set upon Hogwarts Castle, Harry Potter stood outside the bustling Gryffindor common room, clad in his traditional grey robes and doing his best to calm his roiling nerves. Having defeated Voldemort once and for all, Harry found himself returning to Hogwarts for his final year - a return that would forever change the course of his life.

His heroics had earned him the respect and gratitude of the magical community, not least of all the students and faculty of Hogwarts. As a token of their appreciation, Harry was bestowed the title of Head Boy, despite never having been a prefect. Headmistress McGonagall had been insistent, saying it would be great for the school to have a hero as a role model for the students.

In an attempt to quell the longstanding feud between Gryffindor and Slytherin, the position of Head Girl went to Daphne Greengrass. Harry had always admired her from afar - her long, golden tresses that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, her full, ruby lips that seemed to be made for kissing, her stunning blue eyes, and her shapely figure that teased him with every curve and hip sway. But his interactions with her had been limited to haughty glares and distant acquaintanceships.

As Harry prepared for his first nighttime hallway patrol with Daphne, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The prospect of spending hours alone with the Head Girl was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. She was, after all, a Slytherin, and Harry knew that beneath her cool exterior lay a cunning mind and a fiery spirit.

The first glimpse of Daphne that night left him speechless. She arrived for their patrol dressed in a dark green robe that barely concealed her voluptuous curves. Her skirt was shorter than the standard Hogwarts uniform, her blouse tighter than necessary, and her heels were so high that her legs seemed to go on for miles as she walked towards him. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. This was not the prim and proper Daphne Greengrass he had known before. This was a woman, and a tempting one at that.

"Are you ready to go?" Daphne asked as she approached him, her voice as smooth and lilting as an angel's song.

Harry nodded, trying to mask his attraction. "Yes, let's go."

They began their patrol, walking through the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts. Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Daphne as they walked, admiring her body and the way her robe hugged her curves. He wondered what it would be like to run his hands over her soft skin, to taste those full, ruby lips. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but the thoughts kept creeping into his mind.

After half an hour of fruitless wandering, Harry became frustrated. "Is this really necessary? We haven't seen even the slightest hint of another soul in this entire castle."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, her beautiful sapphire gaze piercing him. "And what were you hoping to find, exactly? A few students getting it on in the corridor? Or was there someone in particular you had in mind?"

Harry spluttered, taken aback by her frankness.

"Disappointed that we haven't stumbled upon Susan Bones getting pounded by some Hufflepuff? Her massive tits bouncing and jiggling as she rides him raw?" Daphne's voice was laced with amusement, and Harry felt his cheeks flush. "This isn't a pornographic movie, Harry. We're here to patrol the hallways, not to watch them."

Harry finally found his voice at her absurd suggestion. "I wasn't... I mean, I didn't think about that. It's just... it seems pointless to patrol the hallways if no one is actually breaking the rules."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Welcome to my world, Harry. Most nights, we won't catch anyone, and that's just how it is. It's the idea of patrols that keeps most people away. If anything, it's an excellent way to ensure everyone remains on their best behaviour."

Harry nodded, still feeling flustered. "I suppose you're right. But this is boring. I'd much rather be doing something productive with my time."

Daphne raised an eyebrow again, her sapphire eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm sure we could come up with something more exciting than this, if that's what you're interested in," she said, her voice low and sultry.

In his frustration, Harry didn't catch the innuendo in her words. "I'd rather be doing anything else than this," he grumbled.

"Well then," Daphne purred, "why don't we make our own fun?" And with that, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the deserted hallway, her eyes fixed on Harry's face.

Harry was taken aback, unsure of what to do. But as he looked down at her, her full red lips parted and her eyes filled with desire, he couldn't help but be drawn in.

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she looked up at him, her sapphire eyes gleaming in the dim light. Harry watched, transfixed, as she deftly undid his belt and pulled down his trousers. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Daphne's eyes widened in appreciation at the monster pointing towards her.

She leaned forward, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft as she ran her fingers gently along its veins. Harry groaned, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Fuck, Daphne, what are you doing?" Harry managed to choke out, his eyes fixed on her stunning face as she teased him mercilessly.

"Just thanking you for saving my family and the Wizarding World, Harry," she replied, her voice husky and seductive. "It's only fair that I repay the favour."

Harry didn't get another word out before his cock was between her full red lips. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The warmth of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her tongue against his head, the sensation of her fingers stroking his balls - it was heavenly. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Daphne expertly milked his cock with her skilled mouth, her lips moving rhythmically over his length as she sucked him deep. Harry closed his eyes, his hands tangled in her golden locks as he savoured the feeling of her hot mouth on his dick.

"What if someone catches us?" Harry asked, his voice strained with pleasure.

Daphne withdrew from his cock and laughed, her lips forming a wicked grin. "Who are you afraid of, Harry?" she began, her voice low and sultry as she stroked his sensitive cockhead. "You said it yourself, there's no one around. Besides, we're the ones patrolling the hallways. Who's going to catch us?"

Harry couldn't argue with her logic. "Less talking, more sucking," he gasped, already missing the fantastic sensations her lips provided.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but she got back to work nonetheless. She continued to suck him off, her warm mouth working its magic on his fat cock. Harry's breath hitched in his throat as her mouth bobbed up and down, the suction throbbing pleasantly in his manhood. Each gentle suction, each rough drag of her tongue across the crown, sent tremors coursing through his body.

"Oh, sweet Merlin, Daphne," Harry moaned, the compliment making her smile even wider. She worked him over, teasing him with her soft lips and nimble tongue, all while maintaining eye contact, reading his every reaction and intention.

As Harry played with her hair, feeling the weight of her beautiful tresses between his fingers, Daphne took him deeper than ever before. Her lips engulfed his entire member, and he felt the warm sensation of her throat swallowing him whole. He could feel her gag reflex at the back of her throat, and she fought against it, taking him as deep as she could. The vibrations from her throat massaging his cock were almost too much to bear. Harry let out a long, low groan, trying to hold back his orgasm. He wanted to savour this moment, to enjoy every second of the incredible blowjob Daphne was giving him.

But as the minutes ticked by, Harry could feel his resolve slipping away. He had lasted longer than he thought possible, but the feeling of her hot, wet mouth on his cock was just too much. With a final, desperate gasp, he called out his approaching orgasm.

"Daphne, I'm gonna cum!" Harry cried out, his voice echoing through the empty hallway.

At the sound of his warning, Daphne sucked harder, determined to bring him to the brink. Harry's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body shaking with the force of it. His eyes rolled back in his head, his breath hitched, and his entire being was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. The world around him melted away, and all that was left was the sensation of Daphne's lips on his cock.

The first wave crashed over him, followed by several more, each stronger than the last. Harry's muscles clenched and released, his body wracked with spasms as he emptied his seed into Daphne's waiting mouth. She swallowed greedily, her eyes locked onto his, as if daring him to look away. But there was only so much her tiny throat could take. Harry's load was far too large for her, and soon she had to withdraw from his cock, his last few spurts hitting her across the face, painting her flawless visage with his warm, sticky semen.

Harry's mind raced as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had never seen anything so erotic, so tantalising. Daphne's face, covered in his seed, looked like an angel's, her blue eyes shining bright with desire and satisfaction. She licked her abused lips, savouring the taste of his come, and Harry felt a surge of pride and lust course through his veins.

"Fuck, Daphne, you're amazing," Harry managed to mutter, still reeling from the intensity of the experience.

Daphne smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're quite the man, Harry," she said, before tracing her index finger along her cheek, collecting some of his remaining seed. She brought her finger to her lips and licked it clean, her eyes never leaving Harry's. "I think this is the most enjoyable patrol I've ever had."

With that, Harry helped Daphne to her feet, their eyes locked as they shared a knowing smile. Harry fixed his clothes and Daphne cleaned herself up, her makeup flawlessly restored. They finished their patrol early, knowing they would never be able catch anyone else that night.

And as he walked back to Gryffindor Tower, his only regret was that he never got to see Daphne's magnificent breasts or the curves of her luscious ass. He couldn't help but imagine what they would look like, how they would feel in his hands. He wondered if they were as perfect as they seemed in his mind. Luckily, he knew he wouldn't have to wait long to find out. After all, they had another patrol scheduled in just a few days time. And Harry couldn't wait to explore every inch of Daphne Greengrass's beautiful body.

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