Greengrass Manor was as grand as Harry had expected. The pale whitish-yellow stone fit in beautifully with the scenery, and the dozens of windows that lined the three visible floors were sure to let in a lot of natural light. The architect had spared no expense in making the manor look beautiful from the outside. Although the manor itself wasn't the largest Harry had seen, the grounds that surrounded it were absolutely massive.
Acres upon acres of gentle rolling hills stretched out all around the manor. Little pockets of trees dotted the landscape here and there alongside naturally formed features like ponds, brooks, and rocky outcroppings. Harry could see hundreds of varieties of magical plants being grown all around him, some being grown under magically-controlled conditions to allow foreign plants to thrive in the British soil.
Above all else though, what stood out to Harry was the grass. True to the family name, the green grass that surrounded Greengrass Manor was unlike any Harry had seen before. It seemed to take on a slight ethereal glow underneath the afternoon sun, making it look like something out of a fairytale. The verdant hue was simply spectacular. Harry could only imagine how wonderful it would have been to grow up here. He wondered if Neville had ever visited here before—it was possible given both families being notable pure-bloods.
A long, winding dirt lane ran down from the front of the manor and out of sight around one of the nearby hills. It must stretch to the edge of the property, Harry surmised. Thankfully, Daphne had given his apparation coordinates in the letter she had sent him. Naturally, Harry had double checked them with the Ministry records on the Greengrass property to ensure he wasn't about to apparate directly into a potentially dangerous situation. The coordinates were placed barely a minute's walk away from the dark oak doors at the front of the manor.
Harry walked right up to the front door, quickly climbing the stone steps to the landing in front of it. But, before he could knock, the front door opened of its own accord and revealed a young house-elf dressed in an adorable set of yellow overalls. A little brush of dirt across her cheeks told Harry that she must have been tending to the grounds when he arrived.
"Lord Potter," the female house-elf greeted him with a low bow. "My name's Hobsy, and I'm happy to welcome you to Greengrass Manor."
Harry smiled at Hobsy. Despite how other Senior Aurors handled their raids on the homes of Death Eaters or other dark witches and wizards, he'd always ensured that the house-elves living there weren't harmed. Too many people thought that their lives were secondary to those of witches and wizards. It was a shame, really. Dobby had been a braver soul than almost anyone else in Britain when he sacrificed himself to save Harry and his friends. How many witches and wizards would have done the same?
"Thank you, Hobsy," he said kindly. "I'm here to meet with Miss Greengrass."
"Yes," Hobsy nodded emphatically. "Mistress has been waiting for you. She'd like me to guide you to the conservatory."
"Please, lead on," Harry gestured.
Hobsy beamed at Harry and quickly turned around and started leading him through the manor. As they passed by the wide open halls, Hobsy educated Harry on the history of the portraits and busts they passed by. All were members of the Greengrass family, though a few were daughters who had married into other pure-blood families. Harry already understood the general gist of the family's recent history: they were a neutral faction who generally promoted wizarding traditions over changes to the established order, though they were more than willing to adapt when those changes were enacted. They rarely rose to positions of political prominence due to this unreliable neutrality, but the fall of the dark-aligned faction had left a power vacuum that the Greengrass family leapt upon. They claimed the lion's share of the support from the fractured faction, and that made a few others flock to their side too in the hopes of riding the family's coattails to glory. The Greengrass family led a new, powerful voting block now, and they were causing Kingsley no small amount of trouble in the Wizengamot.
What was more interesting to learn was the family's older history.
For instance, Hobsy informed Harry that one Agnes Greengrass had married into the Potter family in the 14th century. Back then, the Greengrass family had been more politically-aligned with what was now considered the light-aligned faction. It wasn't until the 16th century that the Greengrass family became considered a neutral house during a time when the Wizard's Council, the predecessor to the British Ministry of Magic, was becoming more fractious.
It was also Alrick Greengrass who helped develop the distillation of magical gins in Britain in the 17th century, so Harry supposed he had the family to thank for that.
Hobsy seemed quite pleased that Harry was actively taking in all of the information she was offering him. Harry didn't have the heart to tell her that he was paying such close attention because he wanted to have every scrap of information he could when he confronted Daphne. Sometimes the most innocuous things could spark one's imagination and set them on the right path.
When they reached the opposite end of the manor, Hobsy took Harry through a large sitting room to another corridor that had a set of white-painted double doors at the end of it. "Mistress is in there," Hobsy told him. "She said you could meet her there, and then she'll call me later to bring in the tea."
Harry's eyes searched for any hint of deception or malicious intent in Hobsy's eyes but found none. "Thank you," he replied genuinely.
With one last smile, Hobsy popped away, leaving Harry alone.
As much as he'd like to go snooping before visiting Daphne, Harry could feel the eyes of the portraits in the corridor on him. They'd surely report back to Daphne if he did anything unusual, and that could jeopardize any discussions he had with her.
So, Harry stepped up to the set of white doors and pushed them open.
A gust of warm, muggy air washed over Harry as he stepped through the threshold. It felt nearly as warm as it had back in the summer before his fifth year when his relatives had cloistered themselves inside all day in order to try to stay somewhat cool, not that it had been enough to stop them from eating all of the ice cream they could get their hands on and fanning themselves with any spare bits of paper they had. Harry had spent much of his free time outside those days despite the heat simply to avoid his relatives.
Not wanting to relive that time, Harry's wand slipped into his hand and he silently applied a cooling charm to his clothes. He could still feel the heat on his skin, but his body wouldn't actually heat up from it, nor would his clothes become damp with sweat.
As he stowed his wand, Harry looked around the conservatory. It was green as far as his eyes could see. Nearly a dozen rows of carefully maintained plants fitted into soil in large, rectangular planters. Harry recognized a few of the plants here like Chinese Chomping Cabbages, Dittany, Asphodel, and Bubotuber. A faint, ethereal shimmer around the planters told him that these plants too were likely to be set in magically-controlled climates.
"I'm in the back!" Daphne's voice rang out from behind a set of thick, reddish vines that obscured Harry's vision.
He left the plants he had been examining and weaved his way through the rows of plants until he reached a wide open clearing at the back of the conservatory.
Daphne looked as beautiful as she had this morning even though she was dressed in far more casual clothes. Her long, flowing, blond hair was done up in a messy bun and in place of her designer dress robes was a very practical set of thin brown robes that covered her head to toe. She had dragon-hide gloves on and a satchel slung over her shoulder that had at least two dozen pockets stitched all over it. She was currently leaning over a small pond, gently prodding a pair of pink water lilies apart with the tip of her wand. The two flowers separated and slowly floated away from each other.
"Perfect," Daphne murmured to herself with a slight smile on her lips. She stood back up to her full height and turned around, almost jumping in surprise when she saw Harry standing just a few feet away. She glared at him, but it didn't have the heat that the ones she had given him this morning had. "Has anyone ever told you that you should tie a bell around your neck?"
"No, but I'm sure a few Death Eaters wished I had," Harry joked darkly.
"I can only imagine," Daphne replied as she waved her wand. A small glass table and pair of wooden chairs floated over from somewhere else in the conservatory and arranged themselves neatly in the space in between Harry and Daphne. "Please, sit."
Harry took the offered chair and sat down as Daphne did the same. Daphne tapped the tip of her wand on the side of the table and, suddenly, a teapot, two cups, two small plates, and various little sandwiches appeared on the table.
Harry wrinkled his nose in disappointment. "I was hoping to see Hobsy again," he explained to Daphne at her questioning look.
"Ah," Daphne nodded. "I had heard that you are quite fond of house-elves, and everyone remembers Granger's failed experiment back at Hogwarts." She chuckled lightly. "I can still remember perfectly the shouting fit Draco had in the common room when he learned that you had freed his house-elf."
"Dobby," Harry said. He didn't want the poor house-elf's name to be forgotten.
"Right, Dobby," Daphne repeated as she picked up the teapot and poured Harry and then herself each a cup. "Draco was thoroughly annoyed about that, but the Malfoys never did treat their house-elves with much respect, so I can't say I sympathized with him much."
"As nice as it is talking about house-elves," Harry said as he picked up his teacup; it smelt like Darjeeling. "I believe we have other matters to discuss."
"We do indeed," Daphne replied, picking up her own tea cup. Both of them took a sip of their tea, and Daphne pulled a smoked salmon finger sandwich onto her plate. "First, I'd like to apologize to you for being rude to you this morning. You are, of course, just doing your duty."
Harry hummed in agreement at that as he took another sip of tea.
"And I'd like to apologize for that article." This time, Daphne had the decency to blush a little bit in embarrassment. "I hadn't intended to go to print with it after our talk, but Rhys Orpington pushed it through regardless."
"You know that man killed nearly a dozen muggles, right?" Harry asked dryly. "Quite the company to keep."
"By necessity only, I can assure you," Daphne explained. "The only reason I was involved with him was because he's Nerys's closest living relative, and, despite his period of incarceration, he still has quite a few contacts among the pure-blood families. His word would have gone a long way to drum up support in the Wizengamot if it came down to it. I tend to avoid him otherwise. He's a creep, and he never stops staring at my arse when we're in the same room together."
"Oh no," Harry replied sarcastically. "Well, I suppose if you feel reluctant about working with him, then it's fine."
Daphne narrowed her eyes at him. It seemed that he'd angered her enough for her to resemble the version of her he'd spoken to this morning. "Politics isn't exactly clean business; sometimes you have to do things you don't want to in order to get ahead."
"Sometimes the ends don't justify the means," Harry argued. "If it came down to me working with a Death Eater, or someone who killed muggles for fun, just to achieve my political goals, I wouldn't do it."
"Have you ever been put in a situation like that before?" Daphne countered. "Have your idealistic thoughts ever actually been tested?"
Of course his idealistic thoughts had been tested! He'd been going after Dawlish, a horrid man who didn't deserve his position, for months now. He'd brought Tonks into it, then Rita later, and now Susan. Out of the three, Rita was the most morally dubious for sure, but she wasn't a murderer or a dark witch. That wasn't a line he had crossed.
But would he if he was given the opportunity? Would he work with someone like that just to take down Dawlish?
No, he wouldn't. That was the answer that came to his mind in an instant. Harry had spent years fighting against dark witches and wizards, and even if it was for the good of the Auror department and society as a whole, he wouldn't stoop so far as to working with them in order to achieve his goals.
But Harry also understood perfectly well just how seductive taking the easy way out could be. He'd seen it day in and day out as an Auror. Hundreds of people had made the easy choice, the wrong choice, to achieve their goals.
Merlin, Daphne angered him like few others could. Something about the way she articulated herself just seemed designed to goad Harry into an argument he didn't even necessarily want to have. Sure, he wanted to understand Daphne better to figure out what her role in all of this was, but this bickering wasn't getting him closer to that goal. Instead, it was just making him question himself and his own actions.
"Yes, I have," Harry lied. "And I chose the right answer."
"Well, that's good for Saint Potter," Daphne remarked with a roll of her eyes, "but some of us aren't left with choices, at least not viable ones. I worked with Orpington to get the support I needed to protect my family, and I won't apologize for it."
"I never asked you to," Harry pointed out. "But let's move on to why I'm really here, shall we?"
"This is why you're really here," Daphne replied heatedly. "So I could apologise."
"No," Harry shook his head. "I'm here because of Bellatrix, and your father's role in her current activities."
For the first time since he'd spoken to her, Daphne seemed caught off guard. Her entire body tensed, but she still forced herself to take a sip of her tea, if only to buy herself a few extra seconds to recover. "I suspect someone told you then," she finally said, eyeing Harry with a new look in her eyes. It wasn't respect or fear, but something in between. Curiosity, maybe. Or perhaps a healthy dose of caution.
Harry nodded. "Your best friend, Tracey Davis, is in the Janus Thickey Ward at St Mungo's from a curse Bellatrix Lestrange placed on her during your seventh year at Hogwarts."
"And the aftereffects of repeated exposure to the Cruciatus Curse," Daphne added evenly. "Though I suppose that most of those symptoms have cleared up by now."
"But not from the curse, right?" Harry prompted her.
Daphne hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. Her voice cracked a little as she started speaking again. "No one knows what the curse is. It's probably something old and forgotten, maybe in one of the Black or Lestrange family tomes. Arithmancers have tried to decipher it to no avail. She'll be stuck in a coma for the rest of her life unless the curse is reversed, if there even is a way to reverse it."
"Well, there is one way," Harry pointed out.
"Yes," Daphne sighed heavily. "If Bellatrix dies, the curse will quickly lose its power and fade within weeks. Tracey's innate magic will be able to recover and destroy whatever of the curse lingers in her body afterward."
Susan had explained much of this to Harry earlier at Le Bistrognome, but it was good to make sure that he was on the same page as Daphne. Apparently, Tracey's father had something to displease the Dark Lord; the details were a little fuzzy. In response, the Dark Lord sent out Bellatrix to punish Tracey. Since her mother was a Muggle-born witch, her half-blood status meant that Bellatrix could do quite a bit to damage the girl.
Harry took another sip of his tea and cleared his throat. "Your father knows about Bellatrix's current plans," he told her. "He's been feeding her gold to fund something, and it sounds like she's planning a big attack sometime soon. I need to know what he knows and who he has met with over the past several months. We have an unknown woman who appears to be Bellatrix's representative to the pure-bloods, and we need to know who she is."
"And this brings us to why I really invited you over," Daphne said as she regained her composure. It was very impressive as to how quickly the genuine sadness over her friend's terribly unfortunate state vanished off of Daphne's face and was replaced by her neutral, business-like demeanor. "The main objective of yours and Bones's operation is to capture Bellatrix, right?"
"Right," Harry answered. He already knew the unspoken question Daphne was about to ask. "And yes, our orders are to subdue the target and arrest her, but we are authorised to use lethal force if it is necessary."
"Then, if you want my cooperation, lethal force will be necessary," Daphne stated in no uncertain terms. She leaned forward over the table, staring seriously into Harry's eyes. "I want my best friend back, and I suspect that more than a few people would be happy to see Bellatrix Lestrange dead."
"That may be the case," Harry admitted. "But I don't kill people unless my hand is forced."
Daphne scoffed. "You killed the Dark Lord, and you've killed countless Death Eaters since then."
"I've always tried to take them alive first."
"Bellatrix won't let you take her alive."
"If it comes to that, then I'll do what is necessary to prevent a danger like her from getting out," Harry stated.
"I want it to happen regardless," Daphne growled. "She's holding my friend's life hostage."
"Aren't you the one with all of the influence in the Ministry?" Harry said, trying to change tacts. "If I arrest her, there's a good chance she'll be executed for her crimes. I'm sure you could push that through the Wizengamot."
"Not if I help you," Daphne bitterly admitted. At Harry's curious look, she expanded. "My father is the one who wields our family's influence, not me. And the only way you'll get the information you're looking for is if I become the new Head of the family."
Harry's eyes widened slightly. This was getting to be a bit more than he expected. "Explain."
"My father keeps all of his dirty secrets in his office," Daphne began. "All of them are under carefully laid enchantments that have been compiled over the many centuries that we've lived here. Only the Head of the family can access certain areas within Greengrass Manor, including the cupboards where my father stores his records and journal."
Harry let out a long sigh. "And the only way you could become the new Head of your family is if your father is sentenced to Azkaban or through a successful two-thirds majority vote in the Wizengamot along with the approval of the Minister himself."
"Something you can easily secure," Daphne assured him. "Between your influence, the Minister's faction, and whoever I can salvage from the Greengrass faction, we should be able to get this through if I testify that my father is guilty of the crimes you have accused him of."
"And after you do that, many of your family's supporters will try to take power themselves," Harry finished.
"See," Daphne gave him a slight grin. "You do have a mind for politics."
"Unfortunately," Harry grumbled as he paused in thought. "You're really willing to give your father up for this?"
Daphne nodded without an ounce of doubt on her face. "If he's working with Bellatrix, or even just providing financial assistance, then he deserves what's coming to him. He knew what happened to Tracey, and he's known her since she was a little girl. I can't believe he'd actually work with Bellatrix knowing what she did."
This was a terribly convoluted situation.
Truthfully, Harry knew that he wouldn't be upset if Bellatrix was dead. She deserved far, far worse, and her death would be the catalyst to Tracey's recovery. Even though Harry didn't know her personally, that didn't stop him from sympathizing with what had been done to her. But Harry didn't like going into a fight with the mentality that he was fighting to kill. That was how dark witches and wizards thought, not him. It wouldn't lead him down a good path personally, even if it was a great benefit to the public.
If he did this, he'd be a murderer. He'd have premeditated Bellatrix's death. It might be a justified killing, but that wouldn't change what he was.
Daphne was right: politics isn't a clean business.
"You promise to hand everything over?" Harry asked Daphne. "And I mean everything that relates to this case?"
"I do," she answered. To Harry's eyes, she seemed honest and genuine, but he knew that looks could be deceiving. Daphne already showed herself to be clever and cunning; it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that she could lie about this. But, then again, she would still need to hand over enough information to guarantee Cyrus's conviction unless she wanted him to be released and challenge her position as the new Head of the Greengrass family. "But I want you to limit any fines you place on my family as a part of the proceedings against my father. I'll be sacrificing a tremendous amount of political capital to make this happen; I don't want to lose out on my family's economic capital too."
Not an unreasonable request, and one Harry had complied with before with pure-bloods who had turned over their Death Eater relatives. Plus, it had the added bonus of keeping her interests aligned with his, at least until Cyrus was in Azkaban.
But he'd still have to murder Bellatrix.
Harry kept coming back to that point. He knew everyone would be better off with Bellatrix dead, and even Susan and Amelia wouldn't be upset if he killed her. But the idea still grated on his mind.
Evidently his indecision was plain on his face because Daphne reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his in a comforting way. "Harry, I promise you that I will help you to the best of my abilities. I'll help you put my father in Azkaban, and I'll give you everything he has on Bellatrix, but I need you to make sure that she dies. Tracey deserves to get her life back, and her parents would be eternally grateful if you did this. I'd be eternally grateful. The world would be a better place if you did this."
"That doesn't make it right though," Harry replied quietly, still thinking it over.
"No, it doesn't," Daphne admitted. "You know, during the Battle of Hogwarts, I killed a Death Eater there." At Harry's surprised look, she gave him a weak smile. "We were supposed to go back to the Slytherin Common Room, but a few of us figured it wouldn't be a safe place for long. We looked for somewhere else to hide, and I was the best one with a wand. I led myself, my sister, and a few of our friends through the dungeons. Eventually, we came up behind a Death Eater. I don't know if he was hiding down there or just taking a minute to catch his breath, I just knew that he could be a danger to me and my sister. I cut straight through his spine with a cutting curse before he even laid eyes on us. I think a lot about that night, about what I did. Sometimes I think I made the wrong choice, but then I remember all the harm that the Death Eaters have done to us and I know that if I didn't stop him when I had the chance, he would've gone on to hurt someone else."
"You could've stunned him," Harry pointed out.
"I could have," Daphne agreed. "But look at what's happened since the war's end. All of those pathetically light sentences most of the Death Eaters got means that most of them will be out of Azkaban before even ten years have passed. Many of them are already starting to be released now just five years after the war's end. How many do you think will kill again? Twenty percent? Ten? Five?"
"Fifty-six percent recidivism," Harry answered. Those were the latest statistics the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had on how many convicted Death Eaters re-offended since being released. Not all of those were murders, but enough were.
"Killing that Death Eater was the right decision," Daphne stated confidently. "And killing Bellatrix is the right decision too."
It didn't feel like it, but Harry couldn't deny Daphne's logic. It followed a lot of his thinking over the last several years when he had stayed awake at night trying to justify killing a Death Eater when he had no other choice. The only real difference with Bellatrix was that Harry was making a premeditated decision to kill her, and part of it was so that he could get political favours. But those favours could help him make a difference in the world.
"Alright," Harry finally said, committing to a decision. "I'll do it."
Much to his surprise, Daphne practically leapt across the table and crashed right into him, sending the two of them toppling to the floor. "Thank you!" She exclaimed loudly as she hugged him tightly.
Harry laughed and gave her a quick hug back before he released her. Daphne got the hint and rolled off of him and quickly got to her feet.
"Sorry," Daphne blushed as she giggled again. "You just can't believe how much this means to me."
The complete personality change was such a disorienting shift to Harry. The even-face and icy demeanour were gone, and in its place was this cheerful, bubbly personality. "It's fine," Harry waved her off awkwardly.
Daphne bit her lip and looked over at all of the sandwiches that had spilled all over the ground from when she had leapt on Harry. "Look, why don't you stay for dinner. I want to talk more about our immediate plans. We're going to have to move fast if we want to get enough of a case put together for you to formally charge my father."
Harry pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time. "Sure," he said. "But I've got to owl Susan and let her know I'll be missing our meeting for this."
"That's fine," Daphne replied quickly as she helped Harry to his feet. "You can borrow mine; Hobsy will show you to her. I'm going to go get showered and changed and I'll meet you in the parlour. Again, Hobsy will show you where that is."
Now that she was changed out of her Herbologist clothes, Daphne looked just as dolled up as she had earlier in the morning. It was as though she only had either the finest, curve-hugging dress robes or some baggy, muted work robes to choose from when it came to her outfits; the contrast was very striking, but her beauty shined through regardless. It was hard not to stare at the plunging neckline that revealed part of her two luscious breasts to him or the creamy skin over her collarbone. Her blond hair was done up in a much more elegant bun than before, and the silver jewelry around her neck only accentuated her beauty even further. Frankly, Harry felt awkward like he was under-dressed on a nice date, but that awkwardness had quickly fled once they sat down and started to hash out the concrete details of their plan.
They worked throughout the afternoon discussing who they could get to support her in the Wizengamot and who was likely to be trouble. From there, Harry sent off dozens of letters to Susan, Amelia, Kingsley, and several others he knew personally on the Wizengamot asking for their support on an impending matter. He only told Susan, Amelia, and Kingsley what was really going on. Susan and Amelia were bound to support him due to the fact that Daphne's cooperation would condemn Cyrus, and Kingsley was likely to as well for the same reason plus the removal of one of his most vocal critics in the Wizengamot.
After they had processed through all of the details, they had gone to a private dining room for supper. Luckily, Daphne had the manor all to herself as her mother and sister had gone on a brief stay abroad with Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Daphne's sister Astoria was considering accepting a marriage proposal that Lucius tendered to the Greengrass family prior to the war and she was hoping to get to know him better over this trip. Harry wished her well; he couldn't imagine how painful it would be to put up with Draco for an entire week.
Harry was pleased to see Hobsy again, who served the pair their supper of braised rabbit, potato puree, and fried kale. They dug into the delicious dish alongside matching glasses of elvish wine, making small talk as they ate.
Despite having been in the same year at Hogwarts, Harry knew surprisingly little about Daphne beyond her reputation as the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts. Apparently she had also been one of the top students, especially in Herbology, Potions, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy. Rather than go on and pursue any of these subjects further with a mastery though, Daphne decided to work more closely with her father in order to one day take over the mantle as the Head of the Greengrass family. It was then that she learned of some more of the unsavoury things her father indirectly supported through gold and other capital investments.
It was nice to hear how open she was being with him. After agreeing to kill Bellatrix in exchange for Daphne's cooperation, she seemed to really open up to Harry and treat him like an old friend rather than a relative stranger. She was kind, charming, and had the most brilliant smile. She was the absolute picture of poise and elegance, and Harry quickly found himself falling for her charms.
By the end of the meal, Harry felt much better about the entire agreement. Daphne was much kinder than he had initially assumed based on their first encounter today. Either that or she was lying to his face, but Harry thought that he had a good eye for sussing out things like that. She seemed genuine to him. At least as genuine as one could be when they were doing their best to be as charming and pretty as possible.
"So," Daphne began as Hobsy vanished away their empty plates. She was leaning back in her seat, giving Harry a wonderful view of her chest. "This has been a very nice time, Harry. I'm surprised."
"Surprised?" Harry asked.
"Mm hmm," Daphne nodded. "You're much more intelligent than the gossip mill gives you credit for."
Harry snorted, and that set off a fit of giggles from Daphne.
"Sorry," she apologized, but the apology was undercut by her laughter. "You're honestly a lot better company than I expected though. I imagined you were much more of a Ministry lapdog than you are."
"Yeah, well," Harry said slowly. How much should he really reveal here? "I don't agree with everything the Ministry does."
"I can tell," Daphne replied. "I don't think you'd have agreed to my proposal if you did. I think our partnership will be mutually beneficial for the both of us and the wizarding world as a whole."
"I do too," Harry smiled. With Bellatrix out of commission, that took away one of the few major Death Eaters who were left. It would leave Britain in a much better state than before.
"Then what do you say we celebrate our new partnership?" Daphne asked.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well," Daphne began coyly. "I was thinking maybe you'd like to stay the night."
Did Daphne Greengrass just proposition him? Honestly?
Harry didn't dislike the idea, in fact, after watching her all night, he was quite eager to see what was underneath her skirts, but this was far more forward than he had expected from Daphne. Plus, the sheer silliness of her proposal made him chuckle. "You want to have sex to celebrate the fact that I'm going to kill someone for you?" Harry asked with a snort of amusement.
A small smile danced across Daphne's pretty lips as she swirled the wine in her glass. "It's a little poetic, isn't it? Committing the act that creates life before you snuff it out."
"A bit of a morbid thought," Harry noted.
Daphne drained the rest of her glass and set it down on the table. "Don't read that far into it, Harry. I like you, and I know you like me."
"How do you know that?" Harry asked.
Daphne cocked her head to the side and grinned at him. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me all supper. It's like you're mentally undressing me already. I see that look from a lot of men, and I can't blame them, but I'm not interested in them."
"You could just be saying all this," Harry pointed out. "To make sure I'll help you."
"I could, but I'm not," Daphne retorted, seeming quite entertained with the little banter back and forth. "You've already agreed to help me, and I don't think you're the type to renege on a deal like this. Besides, I've been staring at you all supper too."
"And mentally undressing me?"
"Actually, I was imagining jumping across this table onto you again," Daphne giggled. "I wondered what you'd do with me in your lap and my hands touching you all over. A lot of witches at Hogwarts wondered if you'd be more timid or confident in the bedroom."
"Were you one of those witches?" Harry asked, not fighting his gaze as it drifted down to Daphne's cleavage.
"I might have been," Daphne teasingly admitted. "I might have also been one of those witches who masturbated to the thought of you fucking them. You were quite the sight you know, and when the Death Eaters took over Hogwarts and most of the good men left, you were a particularly favourite fantasy among the female population. Even the girls who supported the Death Eaters imagined you fucking them. I think the taboo of being fucked by an enemy of the state made it all the more exciting for them."
A thrill went up Harry's spine at Daphne's words. After hearing from a few women he'd been with how they'd fantasized about him, he always started wondering if other women felt the same. And to have one as beautiful as Daphne, who was perhaps the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen, say that she touched herself while thinking about it was enough to make his cock throb in his trousers.
Daphne got out of her seat and sultrily prowled around the table to his side. Then, she hiked one leg over his lap and sat down on it, pressing her cloth-covered breasts against his chest and placing her face just an inch or two away from his.
"So, Harry, what will you do to me?" She asked him, a slight flush to her cheeks.
Merlin, what wouldn't he do to her?
Harry leaned in close, letting his breath wash over Daphne's ear. "Everything," he whispered. He felt her tremble in his lap and press herself more firmly against him.
Without warning, Harry pushed himself up and out of his chair. Daphne yelped in surprise and was forced to cling onto his body, wrapping both her arms and legs to hold onto him as he stood up to his full height. Thankfully, years of Auror work had kept Harry quite fit, so he had no trouble carrying Daphne around. He reached behind her and brazenly grabbed her plump ass to help her stay steady on him.
"That wasn't very nice," she pouted playfully as she adjusted herself. Her dress robes were fully hiked up around her waist, meaning that only her sheer panties obscured her pink pussy from view. Harry could feel the heat of her core through his trousers, and it made his cock jump in excitement.
"Maybe I can make it up to you," Harry grinned as he took a couple steps towards the door, getting used to walking around with Daphne hanging off of him. "Where's your bedroom?"
The fire in Daphne's eyes then nearly made him go weak at the knees. "Down the corridor, up two flights of stairs, and then it's the third door on the left."
So, Harry started walking to his destination, eager to get things going, but Daphne wasn't willing to wait as long as he was. She immediately started kissing him with a desperation and ferocity that he hadn't expected out of her. He supposed he should have though; that anger, passion, and drive that he had seen this morning were on full display here. Daphne wasn't some delicate flower, regardless of how she looked. She was a powerful woman, and she intended to show him exactly that.
The staircases were a bit tricky to manage, especially since it made Harry's cock grind against Daphne's crotch, causing both of them to moan repeatedly into each other's mouths, but Harry managed regardless; nothing was going to stop him from fucking this beautiful woman. He'd barely had any sex the last few weeks with how busy he was with this case, so this was going to be a wonderful reprieve.
When he reached Daphne's room, she removed one hand from his back in order to grab her wand and tap the tip of it against her door handle. Harry heard a series of locks turn before the door swung wide open into the most opulent bedroom he'd ever seen.
Everything in Daphne's room appeared to be made of the finest material possible from the silk curtains to the sterling candle holders. Various mannequins along the left wall displayed different dress robes, including the one Daphne wore this morning. The fine, plush rug beneath Harry's feet was enchanted with warming charms, and the crystal chandelier above glimmered with perfectly subdued lights for the evening hour, making reflections on the ceiling that looked like stars in the night sky.
Daphne urged him forward by driving her heels into his butt, so Harry finished carrying her the rest of the way to her bed. He laid her back on the silk sheets on her bed. He tried to pull back so that he could start taking off his clothes, but Daphne's lips seemed unwilling to leave his. Instead, she used her wand and silently cast a vanishing charm on everything he was wearing.
"Impressive," Harry murmured as their lips parted for a brief moment so that they could catch their breaths.
"Your stuff's over there," she gestured to a small table on the far side of the room that had a pile of Harry's clothes on it. "But trust me, you haven't seen anything yet."
"I should hope not," Harry said as he let his fingers trail up Daphne's side, just barely grazing the curve of her breast as he went. "There's still so much I'd like to explore."
Daphne smiled up at him with her brilliantly white teeth. "Explore away then," she said sultrily.
Pulling back enough to be able to admire the curvy blond witch, Harry grabbed the neckline of Daphne's dress robes and pulled them down. The fabric slipped off of her shoulders and down her arms, revealing more and more skin until, finally, her breasts burst out from the dress.
Harry distinctly remembered a conversation he and the other guys in his sixth-year dormitory had about which witch at Hogwarts had the best tits. Susan Bones had been the instant vote on sheer size alone and a handful of other names had also been thrown into the ring. But, by the end of the night, everyone agreed that Daphne was definitely in the top three. They couldn't actually decide on a winner without seeing the complete package themselves, but now that they were in front of him, Harry could easily say that these were the two most perfect breasts he'd ever seen in his life.
Daphne's breasts, like the rest of her body, seemed perfectly proportioned to create the most erotic sight Harry had ever seen. The two perfectly-shaped orbs of sumptuous pale flesh sat high on Daphne's chest proudly, jutting out like a pair of mountains ripe to be explored. They were both topped with tiny, rosy-pink nipples that stood firm under Harry's gaze. Even though she was laying down on her back, they didn't spread apart or sag on either side of her chest. Her breasts were firm and taut and, although they weren't completely impervious to gravity's effects, retained their shape marvelously.
"Well?" Daphne prompted him with a smug look on her face, already knowing what his response would be.
"You're more perfect than I could have ever imagined," Harry said honestly. He couldn't stop his hands from reaching out to feel her breasts, testing just how firm they were beneath his fingers.
"I know," Daphne chuckled throatily. "You know, you're only the second man to ever see them."
Harry looked up at her face in surprise, much to Daphne's amusement. "I just figured-"
"What? That I put out for any man I made a business deal with?" Daphne suggested. "Or at least the hot ones? No. Despite the fact that I've been looking for a suitor for quite some time, I've never gone this far with any of them."
Harry wanted to ask who the other man was who had seen her like this, but he held back his tongue. "I'm honored then," he joked lightly.
"You can honor me by making me feel good," Daphne grinned. "I want you to ravish me, Harry, and I want to feel more pleasure than I ever have before."
Given his track record with women, Harry knew that he was better than virtually any other guy around, but even he seemed a bit daunted trying to please Daphne who looked more like a goddess than a mortal woman. Still, he wasn't going to back down from a challenge like this.
"Your wish is my command," Harry winked at her before diving in with his mouth.
Daphne let out a moan as Harry captured one of her nipples in between his lips. He went straight for the most sensitive spot to test the waters, and it seemed to work wonders because Daphne immediately wrapped her arms around his head to keep him in place. Harry licked, sucked, and teased her nipple with his tongue, paying close attention to Daphne's body language to figure out how she liked to be touched. His hands weren't idle either as they roamed her body, feeling his slim stomach, wide hips, and hot thighs.
It didn't take long for Harry to learn that Daphne liked a more direct touch. While some women got overstimulated easily, Daphne wasn't one of them. He could relentlessly assault her breasts with his mouth and fingers and it would only bring her more pleasure. It was like everything he did was cumulative, and the more he pushed her the more she reacted positively to it.
Knowing this, Harry didn't wait long before he started to drift lower. He released her nipple from his mouth and started down her belly towards her core, pulling her dress robes down as he went. However, they vanished from his fingers a couple seconds later, as did her panties. Harry looked up to see Daphne staring down at him with her wand in her hand. Her chest was heaving as she stared achingly at him, desperate for him to touch her.
Harry dropped off the bed and landed on his knees on the soft rug below. He grabbed Daphne's thighs and pulled her crotch to the edge of the bed. It was only then that he fully looked at her pussy.
Daphne's hairless pussy was already dripping with clear moisture. Little beads of it formed in between her two, perfect, pink lips, and a small trail of it stretched out to her thigh. Her lips were slightly reddened and engorged from all of the excitement, and Harry knew well enough that she was eager and ready for his cock. Still, he had promised to explore her thoroughly, and his mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting her sweet nectar.
Moving his hands teasingly up her thighs until he reached her crotch, Harry very gently spread her lips apart, watching as the moisture that was beaded at her entrance tried to cling to both lips at once. Most beads ended up going to one side of the other, but a few strands stretched across and kept her two pink lips connected in a sense.
"Beautiful," Harry murmured as he glanced up at Daphne. She was watching him examine her, and she seemed quite pleased with every compliment he gave.
When Harry gave Daphne's pussy a long lick from the base all the way up to her clit, she let out a long and deeply-satisfied-sounding sigh as she let her head loll back onto the bed. Her hands came up and started to run through Harry's hair as he went in for another lick.
Daphne's pussy tasted faintly sweet on Harry's tongue, with a mild tangy and lightly metallic finish. It was distinct, just like every woman he'd ever eaten out, but thoroughly enjoyable. Harry lapped up all of the overflowing juices quickly, not minding as some ended up around his mouth rather than in it. Once he had drunk Daphne's nectar, he started the process of making her feel good.
Harry had a familiar strategy he had developed over the years to pleasure a woman. He had to adapt it to each woman he was with, but the underlying model remained the same. Knowing from his initial touches that Daphne wanted a more direct touch, Harry forewent his slow, teasing touches around her clit and went directly for the pulsing organ with his tongue. He flattened out his tongue as best as he could and gave her one long lick across the surface of her clit.
"Fuck!" Daphne cried out at the strong contact. Her hands immediately formed into fists and latched onto his hair while her thighs squeezed either side of his head.
Harry chuckled at her reaction; he always loved the way he could make his lovers lose control over themselves like this. He repeated his action and was rewarded with a loud moan from Daphne's lips.
Relishing in the way her body twitched beneath him, Harry spent several minutes licking Daphne's clit. His tongue danced around it in as random a pattern as he could create in order to stimulate it in various different ways. Whenever he got a particularly strong reaction, he was sure to repeat the motion he used to elicit that reaction, much to Daphne's delight. Her moans grew louder and louder as he went, and they reached their pitch when Harry stuck a finger inside of her.
It was rare for anyone to be as tight as Daphne was. Sure, women were able to squeeze their muscles and tighten up around him, and Harry's girth was large enough that every woman felt tight around him to a certain degree, but Daphne's pussy clung to his finger like a glove that was a couple sizes too small. Her walls were already fluttering around him when he started to finger her, and when he touched her g-spot, those flutters turned into uncontrollable spasms.
"Harry!" Daphne screamed as she pulled his head against her crotch.
Harry continued licking and fingering Daphne as her orgasm struck her. Her whole body was trembling and losing control over itself as pleasure wracked her body. Harry could hear the breathy moans that were interspersed with satisfied groans coming from Daphne as her body heaved on her bed. There truly was nothing as satisfying as making a woman lose herself like this.
Harry didn't stop his motions until he felt Daphne's body start to settle and her grip on his head loosen. He gave her a couple final licks before slowly extricating himself from between her thighs and stood up to grin down at her sweaty body.
"Well?" Harry prompted teasingly.
Apparently, Daphne didn't even have the energy to respond quite yet. She just ushered him forward with a finger and Harry laid down on top of her and kissed her deeply. He couldn't kiss her for long as her need for air came quickly, but he could feel the passion in the kiss from Daphne that she was truly satisfied with what he'd just done.
Being on top of this beautiful woman's body made Harry's cock throb. He wanted to be inside of her tight little pussy so badly, but he didn't want to push too far too fast. He'd rather her regain control of herself so that he could make her lose control again and scream his name from the top of her lungs. And, given how tight she felt around his finger, he was sure that he'd be crying out her name too soon enough.
"I want you," Daphne breathed out into Harry's ear. He pulled his head back far enough to look at her brilliant, blue eyes. "I want to feel you inside of me."
Seeing this gorgeous witch beneath him asking for him to fuck her was so damn hot, and it made his cock overtake his mind as he immediately angled his hips so that the tip of his cock was pressed up against Daphne's lower lips.
Daphne's eyes widened as she felt just how large he was against her. He supposed that she hadn't really gotten a proper look at how big he actually was.
"I'll go slow," he assured her.
Daphne shook her head. "No," she replied, glancing down in between their bodies to try to see what was going on. Harry raised himself up high enough so that she could look down through the valley in between her breasts to see his cock pressed right up against her entrance. "Well, maybe slow at first."
Harry chuckled at her mixture of eagerness and concern. "I'll be careful," he promised before he pushed forward.
Harry and Daphne both out their own moans as the head of his cock spread her pussy wide open. It had to stretch quite a bit to allow for his cock to push inside, but once it did, Harry sank into the perfect heat happily.
"Oooh," Daphne moaned, but she bit her lip to stop herself from getting too loud. Her eyes kept flickering between Harry's face and his cock.
Harry had to grit his teeth to stop himself from pushing all the way inside of Daphne. She was so tight and wet around him, and there was nothing more that he would have liked to do than have his way with her, but he also wanted to make sure that they could both savour this fully. So, he pushed his way forward slowly.
Daphne was easily the tightest woman Harry had ever been with, and it seemed that she only got tighter the deeper he went inside of her. Harry even had to drop his weight back down onto Daphne so that he could continue to push the rest of his cock inside of her rather than pushing her entire body away from him on the bed.
The moment came where Harry felt himself hit the back wall inside of Daphne's pussy. Luckily he was moving slowly so Daphne only let out a mild cringe of pain. He knew he wasn't completely inside of her, but he was close to it.
Harry finally let out the breath he had been holding. Daphne's pussy felt so wonderful around him, and she seemed to be glowing with desire as she stared up at him with lustful eyes.
"I feel so full of you," Daphne giggled as she ran her hand over her skin where she could faintly feel Harry inside of her. "Merlin, you feel so good."
"I was about to say the same to you," Harry chuckled. "You're so damn tight, and you look so beautiful."
Daphne blushed lightly and glanced away from him. "Well, you're quite handsome yourself. I'll be honest, it's a little surprising to see how manly you've become. I guess I missed a lot of the change the year you were gone from Hogwarts, but it's become very noticeable in recent years."
"You've only gotten more beautiful too since Hogwarts," Harry replied. "I remember thinking that when I saw you at the Ministry this morning."
"Well, when I heard you were involved in everything, I decided to look my best," Daphne admitted. "Couldn't meet with the saviour of the wizarding world and not have at least some confidence going in, you know?"
"Well, I can definitely say that your confidence shined through," Harry laughed lightly. "As did your beauty. And how good your tits looked in that dress."
Daphne snorted at that last comment and rolled her eyes. "Honestly," she shook her head, but the amusement was still there.
Harry knew that he couldn't wait any longer to start fucking Daphne, so he kissed her to stop the conversation and slowly started to pull his hips back. Daphne got comfortable by wrapping her arms and legs around him and started kissing him back with just as much vigour and lust as he was.
The sheer tightness of Daphne's pussy made moving a little awkward at first. Harry naturally had to use a little bit more thrust than expected to make any significant progress in moving his cock inside of her. It felt like her walls were grabbing onto him and refusing to let go, but her natural lubrication and his extra thrust helped him to fall into a steady rhythm. It did, however, have the added effect of him fucking her a bit more roughly than he had planned, not that Daphne seemed to mind in the slightest.
Daphne moaned into Harry's mouth as he fucked her. Her fingers clawed against his back and would intermittently snake up to his head to really pull him in close so that she could push her tongue back to his tonsils. Harry loved every little sound she made as he thrust into her; every little gasp or breathy moan was a triumph in his mind, and the squelching sound of his cock plunging deep into her pussy solidified his own pleasure.
As ever, breathing got in the way of more kissing. Both Harry and Daphne's lips were swollen and red, but that only made Daphne look more beautiful to him.
Harry suddenly pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside of Daphne as he slid off of the bed and onto his feet. She let out a little whine of displeasure as her arms came loose from around him and she made to ask him what he was doing when he suddenly pulled her back to the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs up and braced them against his shoulders as he rammed his cock forward.
"Yes, Harry, fuck!" Daphne screamed loudly as Harry plowed into her. She flung her arms above her head and lost herself to the pleasure as Harry fucked her tight pussy over and over again.
Harry wished he had a camera to record the beautiful sight in front of him. He had thought that Daphne was incredibly beautiful before, but it was nothing compared to the sight of her bouncing around on her bed as he fucked her. Every curve jiggled wonderfully, and her breasts rocked up and down on her chest in the most hypnotizing way. Daphne's eyes were shut and her mouth opened in a bright, breathy smile as Harry had his way with her.
Although Harry still had to be careful not to ram Daphne's cervix with the tip of his cock, this new angle allowed him to push deeper inside of her pussy as her vaginal canal shifted to accommodate him. Daphne's moans were turning into cries of pleasure as Harry fucked her hard and fast, and within a minute her legs were already trembling against his shoulders.
Harry reached down and squeezed one of Daphne's breasts, and she placed her hand over top of his to keep it in place.
"You feel so good," Harry moaned.
Suddenly, Daphne put her other hand against his chest and tried to push him back, so Harry reluctantly stilled inside of her. "I want to ride you," Daphne told him with a wild look in her eyes that promised him an incredible time.
There was only one answer he could give. "Okay," he replied with a big grin on his face. He took his time pulling out of her; he liked to watch his slick cock slide out of her pussy inch by inch until it flopped out of her and smacked off of his belly.
Harry crawled up onto Daphne's bed and laid back against the neatly arranged pillows at the head of it. Daphne was watching him move, and he could see the way she watched his cock bob as he got settled.
Watching Daphne crawl up to him was a sight that Harry was always going to remember. This sexy minx knew exactly what she was doing as she made her way over to him, wriggling her hips from side to side so that he'd just barely glimpse the curve of her ass before she tantalizingly hid it from his view again. When she reached his body, she dropped her torso low enough so that her full breasts dragged along his skin as she made her way up. Harry quickly found his face in the valley in between Daphne's breasts as her burning hot pussy settled on top of his cock.
"Fuck," Daphne groaned as she grinded her pussy against him once. "I can't believe this thing fit inside of me."
Harry was desperate to be inside of her again. "Maybe you should double check that it still can. Seeing is believing, you know?" His muffled voice came out from between her breasts.
Daphne let out a throaty chuckle as she raised her hips and grabbed his cock with her hand. "You sound as desperate as I feel to have you back inside me. Well, I won't keep either of us waiting for much longer."
The second the head of his cock aligned with her opening, Daphne started to sink down on it. She sank down slowly but steadily until she settled on his lap, his cock fully inside of her pussy. Daphne sat up properly now, removing her breasts from Harry's face but balancing herself by placing her hands on his muscled chest. It had the wonderful effect of squeezing her breasts in between her arms, making them look even perkier than they naturally were.
Daphne wasted no time in bouncing on his cock. She was desperate, eager, and thoroughly out of practice as she rode him without a consistent rhythm, but it was wonderful to Harry all the same. In the faint glow of the candle light above, she looked like an ethereal goddess riding his cock, and she felt as good as Harry could imagine one feeling.
Not wanting to just be still—as tempting as the thought was to simply relish in the pleasure of a beautiful woman riding him—Harry attacked the most sensitive part of Daphne's body: her clit. He touched the pulsing organ with his thumb, and Daphne reacted by immediately slamming her pussy all the way down his shaft and letting out a scream louder than any he had heard before.
Daphne's fingers scraped down his chest as she gasped for air. "Again," she managed to get out. "Do that again."
So, Harry did, and Daphne squirmed on top of him in the most wonderful way. Her pussy contracted around his cock and she moaned again.
"I'm-" Daphne gasped. "So close."
Harry wanted nothing more than to make Daphne cum while she was riding his cock, so he redoubled his efforts on touching her clit. She seemed to thrive under the heavy, direct stimulation, but it had the effect of making her riding too erratic. Eventually, Daphne just froze halfway up Harry's cock as she moaned and trembled in pleasure.
Daphne was so close that all she needed was that last little push, so Harry started to thrust up into her. He pounded his cock deep into her pussy while he played with her clit, and in less than ten seconds, she suddenly collapsed onto his chest and screamed as she came around his cock.
The spasms that wracked Daphne's pussy felt like they were perfectly designed to milk Harry's cock. It was like she was trying to squeeze the cum out of him, but Harry gritted his teeth and stopped himself; he wasn't quite done with Daphne yet. Instead, he held her trembling body tightly against himself until she was finally done.
"Harry," Daphne sighed as kissed down his jaw towards his mouth. "You are perfection."
"Perfection begets perfection," Harry said before he kissed Daphne. "You bring the best out of me."
"I haven't brought all of you out yet, though," Daphne pointed out.
"No, you haven't," Harry replied as his hands started to drift down towards her ass. He grabbed onto the two, thick globes of flesh as Daphne sat back up on his lap.
"Mmm," Daphne moaned as she grinded herself against Harry, stirring his cock around inside of her pussy. Her half-lidded gaze focused on Harry's face. "I'm going to make a special potion tomorrow, so don't worry about getting me pregnant; I want to feel your cock cumming inside of me."
"A witch after my own heart," Harry joked lightly as his hands continued to grope Daphne's ass.
Daphne smiled prettily down at Harry as she started to slowly ride him. Unlike before, she was taking her time in her motions. Everything was smooth and deliberate, albeit still a little shaky in her post-orgasmic state. She was starting to fall into a stable rhythm as she worked her pussy up and down his cock, and her sensual movements were sending sparks throughout Harry's body.
As Harry leaned back and drank in the sight of Daphne's voluptuous body rocking on top of his, he let out a content sigh. "I could get used to this," he said teasingly. "A wonderful supper followed by a gorgeous witch riding me like she'd been doing it for years; you're really spoiling me, Daphne."
Daphne chuckled. "From what I hear, you're doing quite well in the witch department. Parvati Patil, Susan Bones, even Nymphadora Tonks if the rumors are to be believed."
Harry didn't confirm or deny any of them. "I don't know if anyone can match up to you," he admitted. Truthfully, he was quite taken with her. At least how she was in bed. She was the sexiest witch he'd ever laid eyes on. She was clearly inexperienced but very eager and passionate. He'd only really known Daphne for a day, and yet he already seemed so entranced by her.
"Quite the compliment," Daphne said before she let out a low groan as she sank all the way down Harry's cock before rising back up a bit faster. "But I won't be satisfied until I feel your cock shoot out your seed inside of me."
Well, that wasn't far off. Harry could already feel that familiar sensation of his balls starting to tighten up. It was a slow, gradual build-up that came from Daphne steadily riding his cock, but it seemed to already be more powerful than any normal orgasm.
"I'm quite close," Harry warned her. If he wanted to, he knew that he could send himself over the edge at any moment, but he just didn't want this to end. Seeing Daphne ride him was a visual feast unlike any other, and, despite his earlier words about being able to get used to this, this was still only a one-time event; there was no guarantee that there would be another time where he could enjoy this, so he was determined to take his time and truly live this experience.
"Good," Daphne grinned down at him. "Should I count you down?"
Harry's toes curled instinctively as a tingle of pleasure wracked through his body. He wanted to see what Daphne had in mind. "Go on then."
"Ten," Daphne grunted as she slammed down hard on him.
She rose back up and, as she dropped her entire weight down again, she spat out the next word. "Nine!"
"Eight," she said as she picked up speed.
"Seven." Daphne was rising all the way to the head of his cock before slamming back down, giving him the full sensation of penetrating her tight, hot pussy over and over again.
"Six!" Daphne's breathing started to come heavier and faster again, and Harry found that his was too.
"Five." Daphne's hands slipped off of his chest and ended up on either side of his torso.
"Four." Daphne's breasts just barely started to graze against Harry's chest as she leaned over top of him. Her beautiful blue eyes stared right into his emerald green ones.
"Three." Harry's grip tightened on her ass and he helped push her down onto his cock faster.
"Two." Harry thrust up in time with Daphne's downward thrust, making their bodies meet in a loud smacking sound. He could feel his orgasm about to hit when-
"One!" Daphne exclaimed and slammed her hips down hard onto him.
Harry groaned as he came inside of Daphne. He felt the first spurt of cum rise up sharply inside of him, and it shot out hard inside of her pussy. Again and again he came, unleashing a dozen spurts of cum into Daphne's pussy. Daphne dropped her entire weight onto him and started whispering words of encouragement into his ear, but Harry was too far lost in his pleasure to really hear what she was saying.
When Harry finally finished, his entire body sagged as all of the tension left his body. Daphne contorted herself wonderfully on top of him, fitting her head into the crook of his neck so that she could whisper right into his ear.
"That was even better than I dreamed of," she murmured to him. "You can't know how many times I masturbated to the thought of you filling me up like that."
Harry barely managed to recover enough energy to speak. "I'm happy to have been of service."
Daphne giggled softly into his ear. "Why don't you stay the night? I wouldn't mind a repeat in the morning."
Now that sounded like a wonderful idea.
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