Sorcery and Seduction

There was something different about being in a relationship with such a beautiful witch. Daphne wasn't like Pansy, the girl he used as his booty call whenever his balls felt too full or when he wanted information from inside Slytherin House. His new… girlfriend was hotter, ten times more beautiful, and carried just the right amount of beauty mixed with a silver tongue to make her so desirable.

The girl was a shark, equipped with a nasty streak a mile wide (which he had seen on their date), and was one of the most gifted witches he had ever met. Both of those things granted her independence, a special privilege within the school's population that left her untouched but wanted by every boy. But no boys would dare ask out a girl so dangerous, especially when doing so could result in them being hexed to hell and back. And Slytherin's Ice Queen had a track record of ruining boys who dared to ask her out.

And now she was his girlfriend. His super-hot Slytherin girlfriend. Harry knew the school population, and even the papers, would have fun with that one. He was sure that Skeeter would be slobbering over the story, and expected to see a salacious article about the two of them very soon.

But that would come later, he decided, as Harry looked over Daphne Greengrass's naked buxom form laying beneath him on her hands and knees. It was a symbol of her submission, of what she was willing to do in order to get back in a relationship with him.

He looked down at her, eyeing the way her blonde hair led down like a waterfall, pointing straight to her big round bubbly arse. She sure has a nice arse.

SMACK

"Oh!" Daphne moaned, but didn't flinch, even as the impact of his palm upon her arse left it red. Perfectly submissive.

Her special set of sexy lingerie had not lasted long once they got into it, as Harry had ripped it to shreds in his mission to claim her. The blonde witch had been left reeling in his lustful onslaught, and that was how she ended up ready to have doggy-style sex with him so quickly.

His cock was already out of his trousers and erect, ready to fuck Daphne Greengrass and fill her with his seed. Harry smirked and pressed the head of his shaft against her labia lips, spreading them slowly as he readied himself.

Daphne looked back at him suddenly, her eyes wide as she stared over her shoulder at his massive cock. She was taller than Pansy, and also had a big bubble butt, but his huge shaft really did put things into perspective. He was hung, even she could recognize that. "Y-You're really big, I don't know if it'll fit."

"And what if it doesn't?" Harry asked in return. He was ready to fuck her, and his shaft was twitching in anticipation. He didn't exactly care whether she was hesitant or not, as he had already decided to seed Daphne Greengrass before the night was over.

Daphne swallowed before gritting her teeth, a new resolve entering her gaze. "I'll make it fit."

"Good."

SMACK

Her gave her bum another spank for good measure, and pushed his shaft in. It immediately felt tight and hot, like a warm inviting home at the beach, and Harry decided then and there he would be fucking Daphne Greengrass more from now on.

Meanwhile, the blonde witch inhaled sharply. Panting and moaning as she felt Harry's massive cock fill her to the absolute brim. "Shit you're big!"

SMACK

"S-Sorry!" She blushed, but the Slytherin witch strangely liked how dominant he was.

You'll be taking this huge cock for the rest of your life. Daphne felt faint at the thought, and somewhat hot. Even though some girls might view it as a bad thing, Daphne viewed things differently, viewing the big cock as a fun challenge more than anything. Her future husband being so hung was a gift, something she was sure would bring her happiness when he pounded her.

She finally felt Harry's thighs collide with her big bum, and moaned loudly as he bottomed out in her. He didn't waste a moment, immediately pulling back and slamming back into her in a way that made her see stars. And then he did so again. T-This is insane!

Harry groaned deeply in satisfaction as he pounded her, feeling better than ever before. Daphne Greengrass was beautiful, smart, a Slytherin, and she was his.

He pumped his shaft in and out of her, his thighs colliding with her curvy arse with each thrust. The rhythmic pounding of flesh filled the room, as Harry watched as her arse rippled and bounced. He enjoyed watching her body too, even if he could only see her back, the waves of her beautiful blonde hair along with her attractive back was one of the finest things he had ever seen.

With a sudden movement he flipped her around, causing Daphne to gasp as she found herself suddenly facing her lover. Harry meanwhile stared into the blonde beauty in front of him, her cheeks red from lust as her blue eyes stared at him framed by beautiful golden blonde locks.

"You're beautiful." Harry breathed.

Daphne blushed harder, biting her lip at his compliment. Even in the midst of hot, passionate, rough sex, he managed to touch her heart with his words. "T-Thanks."

He let out a small laugh, looking down to her big round perfect breasts. He had yet to examine her large mammaries, but he did now. They were big, not overly huge to the point of being obnoxious, but enough that anyone could tell Daphne Greengrass had big tits no matter what she wore.

Her breasts were akin to large teardrops in shape, unnaturally perky and sticking straight out. They were large enough to overflow his hand, being big and juicy, and Harry could only wonder how she had such good tits.

"You have nice tits."

Daphne let out an amused snort, even while impaled on his cock. "I got them from my mother. Good breeding in the Greengrass family leads to witches with big breasts."

"Huh, that's interesting." Harry replied, now wanting to meet Daphne's mother.

His right hand moved up, and he grasped her right breast. The first thing he noticed was how soft it was, and then how his palm sunk into the juicy flesh. He was enraptured by the erotic sight, and it was only Daphne's moan that got his attention.

"Fuck Potter, that feels good." She breathed, looking up as she panted.

"Harry." He correct.

She looked at him then, a strange intimacy in the moment as they met each others gazes while he held her boob. "Harry."

He looked down, and brought his other hand to grasp the other boob. Now he held both of her boobs, and Daphne moaned and breathed heavily as he massaged them.

"I'm going to enjoy playing with these." He noted.

"T-Their yours." Daphne breathlessly replied. "My body belongs to you."

He moved in quickly then, live a viper, sucking on her right tit as his tongue made contact with it. Not knowing what came over him in that moment, his next word came out in parseltongue. "Mine. "

Daphne screamed, her body shaving in rapture as her core squeezed and milked his shaft.

"AAAAAGGGHH! haRRRY!" She squealed, shaking as her hands grasped his hair and dug into his scalp.

He began fucking her then, moving his hands to her waist as he hoisted her up and down his huge dong. His massive cock pounded into her, as it was the entire weight of her body that slammed down on his cock. With a glance down he could see the impressive outline his huge cock made, the bulge in her lower stomach as he continually thrusted into the beautiful blonde.

"Harry! Harry! Harry! OOH! HARRY!" Daphne continually chanted, before another orgasm overcame her.

He could feel his own release getting closer, and knew that if he wanted to bring her into the coven it would have to be soon. Only during his own release when he seeded a woman could he claim her, as Harry picked up the thrusts.

Daphne became a sweaty, panting, moaning mess in front of him as he focused on his own release. The girl rested a hand on his chest, her big heaving tits jumping but not sagging in front of him as he fucked her. It was a beautiful sight, and her beauty along with the sounds she made egged on his release.

With a manly groan he slammed her down for one final thrust, releasing his seed deep into her and filling the blonde witch to the brim with his cum.

"S-So good~M-More!" Daphne moaned, almost out of it.

He moved his wand to her groin, right by her sex, and hissed the spell in parseltongue to bring her into his coven. Daphne gasped as he branded her as his own, a lightning scar like his own appearing next to her sex. It was painless, and left him feeling more powerful than ever.

He could feel her magic then, but not only just that, but the power of her very soul. It was insanely intimate, allowing them both to share magic between each other. This is it. She was now part of his coven.

"Mine."

Cho Chang had messed up.

When she heard about Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass's newfound relationship, she had gone nearly into a state of shock. It was the thought of never being with the boy she liked that terrified her, especially if the witch he was with was Daphne Greengrass.

The Slytherin witch in question was strong and cunning, and there was no doubt in Cho's mind that the girl wouldn't let a prize like Harry Potter escape her grasp. She wanted to tell herself that the girl had ensnared Harry, with either a love potion or with her buxom body, but Cho wasn't dumb enough to believe that, even if other girls did.

Harry was famous and powerful enough that his wife would have to be on his level, and Daphne Greengrass certainly had enough status to qualify. The Greengrass fortune was immense, paired with the girl's own academic and magical abilities, meaning that the Greengrass heiress would be a great match for someone like Harry Potter. Unlike her.

Harry was a powerful wizard with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he didn't need some weepy, emotional girl clinging to him. She had embarrassed herself the other day, having dumped her emotions on Harry and cried in his strong arms. And he had given her the emotional support she needed, something no one else could give her, and since that moment Cho had decided something.

She wanted to be with him.

She wanted to be Harrry's wife, his Mistress, or whatever other role he desired her to serve, as long as she got to be with him. But being with Harry at this point meant getting along with Greengrass, someone notoriously snobby who wouldn't let Cedric's widow of all people near her wizard.

There was the hope of what Malfoy had told everyone being true, and that Daphne and Harry really had a terrible date together, but she was sure those were just lies. To think Greengrass had broken up with Harry in some Hogsmeade back-alley arguement after a terrible first date was a poor lie. Everyone knew Malfoy had it out for Harry, and every word that came out of the ferret's mouth was garbage.

But that still left the question, what does she do now?

Approaching Greengrass wasn't feasible at the moment, especially with every eye in the school on the girl, and neither was trying to steal Harry from her. Cho knew she was beautiful, but she definitely wasn't beautiful enough to beat out Greengrass in the looks department.

A thought struck her then, an event in Hogsmeade she had heard in a passing conversation that provided her the opportunity to get closer to Harry. Granger was organizing a Defense Against the Dark Arts club of all things, from what Cho had heard, at least, and there was no doubt Harry would be part of it.

She sat up straighter, feeling motivated at the small opportunity this gave her. Cho deduced she would attend the Hogsmeade meeting, get closer to Harry (or even Greengrass) and worm her way in from there.

Hermoine Granger stared long and hard out the window from inside the Gryffindor dorm.

No matter how much she tried to forget it, the imagine of her best friend with that witch wouldn't go away. Every time she closed her eyes or opened a book she would see her. The image of Harry with that blonde bimbo in Hogsmeade simply couldn't be forgotten.

Everyone had seen it, Daphne Greengrass handing off Harry's arm in Hogsmeade as they enjoyed their date together. Hermoine would have normally gone into a rage at seeing the Ice Queen with her best friend. She would have stormed over and given Harry a piece of her mind, and ran that girl off!

But Hermoine didn't do that. Instead she had become paralyzed, unable to look away as the gorgeous blonde witch whispered sweet nothings to her best friend. It had hurt her, the mere thought of Harry with that woman, and it went far deeper than simple jealousy.

Hermoine always considered Harry a potential partner, whether that be a boyfriend or future husband. She knew that no matter who Harry dated, she would always be able to intervene and get with her best friend. But Daphne Greengrass put all of that into jeopardy, as Hermoine knew there was no way she could stop the two's relationship.

Daphne Greengrass was more beautiful than her. Daphne Greengrass dressed better than her. Daphne Greengrass was pureblood compared to her. Daphne Greengrass had more wealth than her. And Daphne Greengrass was just as smart as her.

It was the last one that stung. As much time as Hermoine spent in the library studying, doing homework, or asking questions in class, Daphne Greengrass put in less than half the work she did but scored just as good. She was the one girl in the school Hermoine knew she couldn't beat. And she just so happened to be Harry's lover.

Hermoine buried her face in her hands.

"Hermoine? Are you okay?"

She looked up from her seat, to see Ron staring at her strangely. Her mouth opened to tell him everything was alright, but she changed her mind. "No, Ron, I'm worried about Harry."

"Harry? What's he done now?"

Hermoine felt like someone hit her upside the head. Did Ron not know? "He's dating Daphne Greengrass."

Her voice came out monotone, almost a drawl, and Ron shrugged casually. "Oh yeah, her. I know she's a Slytherin and everything, but it will all work out. Good for him!"

"What?!" She nearly hissed. "B-But Harry can't be with her!"

"Why not? She's hot." Ron said casually.

Now that was unacceptable.

"Ron!" Hermoine hissed, her thoughts about Harry's love life suddenly vanishing. "You don't just say that!"

Ron's eyes widened in horror, hastily moving as if to get up.

"Sit down!" She ordered sharply, and the redhead stopped moving instantly. "Now listen here-"

Susan Bones stared at the same page of the book in front of her for what felt like hours, finding that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't make sense of any of the words in it. The same thought for some reason wouldn't leave her head, something that the rest of the school was talking about excitedly.

Harry Potter was dating Daphne Greengrass.

It was a suprise to be sure, one that her best friend, Hannah Abbott, had spent hours on end gossiping about. Much to her dismay.

Although Potter might be going through a rough stretch, the fact that he was the Boy-Who-Lived would carry him for the rest of his life. The infamous Potter family wealth, his influence in the Wizengamot, and the sheer amount of prestige that would come with the position of Lady Potter made any girl dream of being his wife.

It was something the Minister, and especially Umbridge, seemed to have forgotten as they slandered and slighted Potter to hell and back. But it seemed that as Potter had been low, while everyone had dismissed him and counted him out, the viper of Slytherin had taken her shot.

Daphne fucking Greengrass. Susan felt herself invulnerability snarl at the girl's name, cursing herself for her stupidity. The Ice Queen had clearly, in her mind at least, seen Potter at his most vulnerable and struck, wrapping him around her finger and probably had a Marriage Contract ready to be signed.

The Slytherin Ice Queen's actions had sent waves of panic and horror through the female population of the school, as everyone seemed to realize what was happening. The position of Lady Potter? Gone. The honor of being Harry Potter's Girlfriend? Gone. Sex with the Boy-Who-Lived? No chance.

Where did that last thought come from? Susan shook her head, and went back to glaring at her book.

And now, when Potter walked through the halls, girls no longer sneered or glared at him, instead flashing smiles or arching their backs and sticking out their assets to get his attention. They all acted like sluts, desperate to get his attention and to save him from the manipulative Ice Queen. Not that she could blame them, as most girls would give up their dignity if it meant spending a day as Lady Potter.

Would I make a good Lady Potter? Susan bit her lip at the thought.

She imagined Harry holding her, his hands gripping her wide hips as her big breasts bounced in front of his face. He would thoroughly enjoy her body, sucking and fondling her heavy tits as he took her- Susan felt her breathing getting heavy, desperately trying to not think of Harry Potter and his beautiful green eyes and how big-

"Susan?"

"Eep! Hannah!" Susan squeaked, jumping in suprise as she turned in her chair to face her best friend. "What is it?"

"I just wanted to let you know I got approached by Granger, and she invited us to a meeting." Her best friend said, sitting down next to her. "It's taking place Saturday, at the Hog's Head."

"The Hog's Head?" Susan frowned as she recalled the crummy establishment. "Why? What's the meeting for?"

Hannah leaned in. "She said it was about Umbridge, as well as what to do about Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Susan winced, feeling all the negative and horrible thoughts in her mind come forward about Umbridge. She suddenly realized something, that where Granger happened to be, Harry Potter always seemed to be nearby. "Will Potter be there?"

Hannah snickered. "I asked her that, Granger scowled and muttered something about everyone asking that."

"And?"

"He'll be there." Hannah smiled knowingly. "Why do you ask? Hoping to see if he's still dating Greengrass?"

"No! No reason at all!" Susan hurriedly answered before returning to her book, all the while ignoring Hannah's knowing smirk.

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