Aurora's explanation of just how the Wizarding World worked had been relatively helpful. It had taken time for Harry to get used to being special, but after years at Hogwarts, after years of being the Boy-Who-Lived, he was becoming more comfortable with his popularity. And the signs regarding his strength in magic had always been there, in the end.
After all, it was just last year that he'd been selected for the Triwizard Tournament out of every student at Hogwarts, only to take the entire thing home and win it all. Beating out the likes of Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour had taken quite some effort, but in the end, he'd taken down the older wizard and witch, despite the years of magical experience they'd had on him.
It was fifth year now, and it seemed everything was changing. Harry didn't mind it though. Now that he had a better idea of where he and the witches of Hogwarts stood, Harry didn't mind it one bit. Still, after hearing Aurora's explanations, and after fucking and taming both her and Septima to his will, there was one thing that Harry was still slightly confused about. It'd been niggling at the back of his mind, prodding him as he went about his day.
Glancing around, Harry smiles slightly. He was alone with the target of his confusion, and now was as good a time as any to question her. Slowing to a stop, Harry calls out to his current companion.
"Hermione?"
Hermione Granger blinks as she stops and looks at him. They're in a fairly out of the way and more importantly empty corridor, on their way to History of Magic. Not exactly a class that either is going to get detention for being late to, though the brunette witch who's been his best friend since he was eleven still looks a little put-out.
"Yes Harry? We do have a class to get to you know."
The witch had bounced back surprisingly well from the events in the Sex Ed Class. They'd had sex, and yet she seemed inclined to forget all about it, or ignore it, or whatever. There were times where Harry caught her glancing in his direction with a blush on her face, but he'd pretended that he hadn't seen them, and she hadn't made another move on him since that day, unlike the multitude of other girls who'd constantly tried to throw themselves at him.
Harry had been content to ignore what had happened between them at first as well. Now that he'd gotten some… remedial lessons from Aurora and Septima however, it was different. Now he knew more than he'd known before… and there was one thing that continued to stand out to him about that day and his interactions with Hermione.
"Hermione… why did you call me Master that day?"
The brunette freezes for a moment, and then looks at him with a carefully controlled inquisitive expression on her face.
"I'm not sure what you mean Harry. What day?"
Really? She wanted to play dumb? Rolling his eyes, Harry steps forward and just like that, Hermione looks a strange mixture of eager and trapped, her face going red as she becomes flustered at their close proximity.
"You know what I'm talking about Hermione. You called me Master that day in class, when I fucked you and every other witch in that room. You were the only one to do it. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
Her face grows even redder as she swallows thickly.
"That was… it wasn't… it wasn't like I really had a choice Harry. You were, uhm… out of control. I had to a-appease you. It was just a one-off thing, alright?"
The façade is so incredibly obvious. Hermione is lying through her teeth, and Harry can see it in her eyes and in her stance, plain as day. He takes another step towards her, and Hermione leans towards him for half a moment, before belatedly seeming to remember herself. In response, she takes a step back, away from him, towards the wall of the hallway.
There are paintings around of course. Its Hogwarts, and there's always paintings on the wall at Hogwarts. That'd been half the reason Harry hadn't wanted to take every witch who'd propositioned him up on their offers, but now that he knew this sort of thing was fairly normal… Harry ignores the paintings, even as Hermione's eyes dart towards them, seeing the two-dimensional people in the magically enchanted canvases staring at her and him with clear interest.
"H-Harry… Harry what are you d-doing?"
He smirks slightly but doesn't give her a verbal answer. Instead, the young man steps ever closer, until finally Hermione hits the wall and her babbling cuts off. He cuts through the last half-foot of distance between them, pressing his body up against Hermione's, listening as the brunette witch's breath comes out fast and uneven, her panting audible and a delight to his ears.
"Harry…"
His hands come down on her side and Hermione instinctively presses her palms down on his broad chest. But she doesn't try to push him away. Instead, she merely squirms in his grasp as she bites her lower lip and looks up into his eyes, her own filled with a mixture of emotions, showcasing just how uncertain she is in this moment. Finally, Harry speaks, even as he rubs soothing circles into Hermione's hips with his thumbs.
"I don't believe you, Hermione."
Before she can reply, his hands move from her sides to her front, and he begins to pull her robes apart, exposing her blouse and her skirt, done up in Gryffindor colors. Hermione's breath quickens again, and she looks down to watch him as he undoes the buttons on her shirt, right there in the middle of the hall. Whatever she might have said in response to that dies in her throat as his actions grow more and more aggressive.
"I don't buy what you're trying to sell me, not for a moment."
A whimper leaves Hermione's throat when he pulls her unbuttoned blouse apart and grabs at her bra-clad tits. He slowly kneads them, massaging deep into her covered-chest, before eventually slipping his hangs behind her back to undo the clasp on her undergarment. Her perky tits barely fall as he pulls her bra off, but that doesn't mean they aren't still a truly gorgeous pair of breasts.
Harry's tempted to play with them right then and there, tempted to suckle and lick at her nipples, to knead and grope her tits directly. Not yet though. Later. He slips her bra into the pocket of his robes and then begins the process of rebuttoning her blouse back up. For a moment, Hermione actually looks disappointed, but Harry simply leans in and kisses her as he fixes her shirt, his tongue writhing along with hers, his mouth smashing into her soft, full lips aggressively.
Once her blouse is done back up, Harry's hands slip down further. Hermione gasps into his mouth, but he merely continues to kiss her as he moves under her skirt and his fingers find the waistband of her panties. As before, Harry moves a palm into the space between Hermione's soft, creamy-smooth thighs and rubs it up against her covered pussy lips.
She's wet of course, but it's still nice to have confirmation. Harry grins slightly, his green eyes boring into Hermione's dark brown irises as he continues to kiss her, feeling the naughty little slut of a witch squirming and humping against his hand as she moans into his mouth. Ah, but not here. This wasn't where Harry intended to get down to business. This was all just… foreplay.
As such, it was time to bring this little part of his plan to a close. Pulling his palm away, Harry moves his fingers back to the waistband of Hermione's panties. He tugs at her drenched underwear and pulls them down her legs. His tongue leaves her mouth as he slowly moves into a kneeling position, his lips sliding down her chin, onto her blouse and across her sensitive breasts as he moves down the length of her body until he has her panties at her ankles.
His face is right in her crotch, and he can smell her arousal all the better now, even as he looks up into Hermione's conflicted gaze. A single eyebrow lifts, and the brunette witch blushes all the harder, averting her eyes as she slowly lifts one foot and then the other, allowing him to pull her panties off of her entirely.
Straightening back up slowly, Harry has a smug smile on his face as he tucks those away in his robes as well. She'd been wearing a set of crimson underwear that, while not necessarily lingerie, was a bit frillier than he'd been expecting.
"You know Hermione, your bra and panties are a bit more risqué than the kind that a bookworm would be expected to wear. Something you're not telling me?"
Hermione whimpers and shakes her head back and forth.
"I-I just… I d-didn't…"
She trails off, looking like she knows she can't find the excuse for this kind of thing. Harry chuckles and shrugs his shoulders as he hooks his arm into hers and begins to walk her along like a gentleman, instead of the wizard that'd just stripped her of her bra and panties, and even now held her undergarments hostage in his pockets.
"No matter Hermione, no matter. We should really be getting to class. Wouldn't want to be late… well, later. Hopefully there will be a couple seats for us in the back of the room, hm?"
Another whimper from his brunette best friend. Harry can't help but grin all the wider at that. This one probably wasn't only about the sexual connotations though to be fair. Even in Binns' classroom, Hermione liked to sit up front so that she didn't miss anything. To be fair, her intellect and her thirst for knowledge were two of Harry's favorite things about the girl. But she'd be okay spending a History of Magic class in the back with him, just this once.
She wouldn't be hearing much of what Binns had to say, but the ghost professor really did just like to drone on and on about the Goblins and their Revolutions. Harry intended to give Hermione a bit more of a… practical lesson, rather than a lecture. And from what he could tell, he'd been right about her and her true desires. In which case, she'd have quite a lot of fun with this lesson.
-x-X-x-
They had arrived late to History of Magic, but so long as one didn't announce one's presence, Binns barely noticed his surroundings. Half the class had already been asleep when they'd slipped inside, and the other half had been on their way to napping and hadn't even turned in their seats to look at them. That was just fine with Harry, as he had no intentions of sharing his beautiful brunette with anyone else.
As Binns drones on about the Goblin Revolutions like usual, Harry sets up a few silencing spells around him and Hermione. The witch notices of course, but she doesn't say a word, even when he reaches over and pulls her out of her chair and onto his lap. Blushing profusely, the brunette shudders in his grasp as Harry slips his hands under her robes, beginning to tease and molest her right then and there in the back of the classroom.
His fingers roll her nipples in between them and Harry luxuriates in finally getting to play with her body directly. To be fair, he'd already fucked the girl by this point, hadn't he? There was an icebreaker, if there ever was one. But that had been different. Harry had been… under the influence, in a big way. He mostly remembered that day, and he definitely remembered the important bits, like Hermione referring to him as Master in a husky, needy voice.
But most of it was indeed a blur. There was nothing for it, when you fuck dozens of witches over the course of a couple hours, you're going to lose track of some of the details. Now though, now it was all about the details. Just Harry and Hermione, and he was getting to play with his best friend to his heart's content. The silencing spells acted as a barrier, but they didn't stop him from hearing her moans and her whimpers and her mewls, as he plays with her body and does his best to draw each and every one of those sounds from her.
It's delicious, the sort of noises he can get Hermione to make. When his left-hand slips down the front of her body and goes under her skirt once more, he finds her even wetter than before, the skirt half-drenched as well around the crotch area as she forms a wet spot there. Chuckling into her ear, Harry slips just his index finger inside of her cunt, beginning to slowly saw it back and forth.
She's almost immediately reaching an orgasm, and Harry pulls back abruptly right before she can crest the edge. Hermione's gaze snaps back to meet his, but when she sees the look in his eye, she immediately lowers it again, whimpering but knowing that she has no control here, no power… and that she loves it, every last bit of it. It truly is the quiet ones, isn't it?
Playing with his submissive little sex pet, Harry grins wickedly and goes right back to teasing her, even as she starts to whine in his lap, her body stretching and twisting this way and that as he brings her to the brink of climax again and again and again. Edging the witch gives Harry a strange sense of satisfaction. His control over Hermione, at least in this moment, is absolute.
It's he who decides when she cums, and they both know it. It's he who decides what pleasure she feels, and Hermione moans for more, even as she undulates across his lap, her pussy lips engorged and dripping from his ministrations, even as her nipple elongates and hardens, his right hand still caressing one of her tits. Fighting off his advances was never in the cards for her. And they both know she craves his dominating, controlling touch.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, they have a spectator. Harry noticed her almost immediately of course, but he wasn't too worried about it. Daphne Greengrass had done a double-take when they'd first walked in. The only one in the class to continue staring at them, she'd watched as Harry easily cast powerful silencing spells, and she'd watched as he proceeded to hold Hermione close, his hands obviously playing with the brunette witch.
Harry wasn't too worried about her staring, because of one simple fact. Daphne Greengrass had been one of the witches who'd lost her virginity to him that day in the 'Sex Ed' class. He'd fucked her just like he'd fucked the others, and ever since Daphne had longed for another taste of his cock… but she'd also not just gone after it like so many others.
The blonde Slytherin was smarter than that, and even Harry didn't know of her true plans, though he probably wouldn't have disapproved. Daphne had been contemplating a way to get the young man alone for weeks by that point, so she could properly offer herself to him for a good, long fucking. If she could become his favorite fuck doll, her family's future would be secured. The future lordships Harry had made him good breeding stock by Pureblood standards, regardless of his half-blood status. In the end, even a muggleborn that was recognized as a proper lord of a magical house would be considered an honorary Pureblood by the old families of Wizarding Britain, it was just far less likely to happen.
Their first son would inherit from her father and become Lord Greengrass when the older wizard passed on. That alone would give Harry power that she'd hoped to leverage when she finally propositioned him properly. But the time had never come, and now she was afraid she'd missed her chance. There the wizard of her dreams was, playing with Granger in the back of the room while the rest of the class dozed or read or doodled.
It threw her off, needless to say. It also made her angry. Where did Granger get off, thinking she could just steal Daphne's place, right like that?
Harry sees Daphne's expression. He sees the desire in the blonde Slytherin's eyes, and he sees the jealousy and envy directed at Hermione. She's watching raptly as he plays with his best friend, and having an active audience begins to give Harry's ideas. Grinning wickedly as he keeps his green eyes locked on Daphne, the powerful young wizard brings Hermione to the brink of another orgasm, and then once again stops, lewding to a drawn out, disappointed moan from the brunette witch.
This time however, rather than start the process all over again, Harry stops entirely and leans in close to murmur in her ear.
"Do you want to cum, Hermione?"
"Y-Yesss… more than a-anything!"
Her immediate reply and her blunt honesty draw a soft chuckle from Harry's lips, even as he continues to caress one of her tits.
"Beg for it, Hermione. Beg me to bring you to orgasm and promise me that you'll do whatever I tell you to without hesitation, and I'll let you cum."
This time, there is a moment of silence as Hermione hesitates. Harry would have been more than surprised if there wasn't, to be fair. But its only a single moment, and then she's doing as he told her.
"P-Please Harry… please, I'll do w-whatever you tell me to, if you j-just let me cum. F-Fuck, I neeeed it…"
Grinning wickedly, Harry casts a spell and a moment later, Hermione gasps as a gold and red blindfold forms around her head, cutting off her vision. Then, his hands come up and grasp her by the waist, but only to lift her off his lap, much to her whining disappointment. Before she can say a word to him, Harry speaks up with his first order.
"Strip, Hermione. Stripe naked and climb onboard, and I'll give you that release you so desperately crave."
There's a note of seductive power in Harry's tone as he speaks. His eyes smolder, not that Hermione can see it. She still shivers just from the sound of his voice, even as she wordlessly obeys without hesitation, just as she promised she would. Her robes fall off onto the ground, and her blouse and skirt soon follow. The only people who see this are Harry and Daphne from across the room, and the blonde's eyes grow wider and wider in surprise and incensed jealousy as she takes in the view.
She's half-tempted to march over there and try to claim Harry for herself, but Daphne knows that's not how it works. Even if she were more magically powerful than him, she still wouldn't be able to actually tame him. And Daphne knows, from the day that he took her virginity and the virginity of every other witch in that classroom, that she is most definitely NOT more magically powerful than Harry James Potter.
If she goes over there now and it annoys him, he could very well just tell her to fuck off, and not in the good way. She might ruin her one chance at slithering her way into his good graces. So, Daphne watches in impotent silence as Hermione stripes naked and then allows herself to be pulled back once again into Harry's lap.
His cock is out this time, and the blonde Slytherin gets a single glance of it before its buried in Hermione's cunt. The brunette witch's jaw drops open, but her loud, long moan of pleasure is only audible to her and Harry behind the silencing spells he's put up. With her in reverse cowgirl, her naked body on full display, Hermione begins to ride Harry's cock right then and there, her perky tits jiggling slightly as she continues to cry out and beg for more of his dick.
The sight is almost as arousing for Daphne as the actual act is for Harry and Hermione. Almost, but not quite. It becomes clear quite quickly that Hermione is cumming around Harry's dick in no time at all, the brunette's tongue literally hanging out of her mouth as she bounces and bounces and bounces, her body shaking and spasming. Not just one orgasm, but several. As jealous as before, Daphne can't help herself as she strips out of her own robes, shifting into position so that her legs are up and spread apart.
Harry is still looking at her, even as he fucks Hermione. This alone gives the blonde Slytherin hope that she can ensnare him away from the brunette know-it-all. Biting her lower lip provocatively, Daphne flips her skirt up, pulls her verdant green panties aside, and slips two fingers into her needy little pussy right then and there. Harry watches as she masturbates for his pleasure, his hands gripping Hermione's hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrusts up into her from below, fully in control of the situation in the back of the room.
It's so hot, watching him fuck that bookworm Granger. Even if Daphne does wish she were in the muggleborn's place, she can't deny how absolutely amazing Harry looks, his masculine form rippling with force as he plows up into his best friend's cunt time and time again. Daphne is watching a powerful wizard conquering a slutty, whorish bitch of a witch… and it's the sexiest thing she's ever seen.
She almost forgets to cast a silencing charm of her own before her first orgasm, but when her whimpers and her moans begin to rouse her sleeping desk mate, Daphne whips out her wand quite quickly and mutes herself. Harry's lips quirk up into a half-smile at that, and Daphne blushes prettily in embarrassment at her momentary lapse, even as she continues to finger-bang herself towards her first orgasm.
Another soon arrives after that of course, and she continues to masturbate to the sight of Harry and Hermione fucking in the back of the class right up until the moment that they go still. It takes Daphne a second to realize what's happening. Hermione's frozen up, her spine straight and her mouth open in a silent scream. Harry too has stopped his movements, but with his cock buried to the base inside of his best friend's slutty little pussy, it's not hard to figure out what's going on.
Daphne's right of course. In that moment, behind the silencing spells he's put up, Harry is cumming inside of Hermione's cunt. He's filling her womb with his seed, and she's shouting out her approval to the high heavens, secure in the knowledge that nobody can hear him… and foolishly thinking no one's watching them. Hermione shakes and spasms through one last explosive orgasm as his seed fills her, and the its over and she's free to slowly come down from the mountain top of pleasure that Harry had driven her to the peak of time and time again.
That's around the time that Harry removes Hermione's blindfold, and as the brunette's eyes adjust to the light and she blinks repeatedly, her gaze falls right upon a suddenly stiff Daphne Greengrass. The two witches stare at each other, Hermione completely naked and impaled on Harry's cock, and Daphne with her panties pulled aside and three fingers stuffed in her own sopping wet snatch.
Only Harry is truly amused at this point. Neither young woman necessarily wanted the other to know how slutty they truly were. Both were Academic Rivals, in a sense. Daphne was the closest thing to competition Hermione had, and though the know-it-all managed to beat her in almost every scholastic category, Daphne was supposedly her better in Potions. Or Snape was just an ass who indulged in blatant favoritism.
Regardless, being second best in everything else had left Daphne viewing Hermione as more than just a thorn in her side. And being second best in Potions had put Daphne on Hermione's radar, the brunette witch more upset with the blonde rather than directing her anger at the Potions Professor. After all, teachers were never wrong.
"H-Harr-eep!"
Just as Hermione is gearing up to protest the fact that Daphne can see them both, Harry changes things up. He comes out of his chair at that point, and Hermione ends up face first on the desk in front of them, even as he pins her there for a moment. His cock draws out of her cream-stuffed cunt, and Hermione figures that was just his aggressive way of saying they were done. She's just getting ready to open her mouth again, when she finds out that, no, they're FAR from done.
Harry's wand touches her rear and Hermione feels a strange sensation wash through her asshole, just a moment before his thick, messy prick buries itself in her back door. There's no pain or tearing thanks to Harry's magic, but it's still a feeling that Hermione can't just shake off. As inch after inch of thick, throbbing man meat slams home into the brunette witch's asshole, her thoughts grind to a screeching halt and her entire body shudders as she goes cross-eyed.
With a laugh that only she and he can hear, Harry brings an open palm down on Hermione's delectable derriere, smacking one of her butt cheeks quite harshly and causing a surprised cry to leave her throat.
"What were you going to say Hermione? Were you going to tell me off for letting Daphne watch? Were you going to demand I stop her from looking? You let me fuck you in the back of a full classroom you little needy slut. What did you think was going to happen?"
Hermione whimpers as Harry degrades her right then and there, his cock beginning to move in and out of her ass, very quickly picking up speed. He's not wrong. She couldn't get cold feet now, not after the deed was done. She had had every opportunity to tell him to stop, she'd had ever opportunity to ask him to do this somewhere more private. Because in the end, it was a yes. Yes, Hermione wanted Harry to fuck her senseless. She wanted to call him Master every chance she could. She wanted to be his and his alone.
And if he wanted to fuck her out in the open… well, maybe it was for the best that she let the whole world know what she was and who she belonged to. Blushing deeply, Hermione doesn't give an answer to Harry's last question. Instead, she looks back over her shoulder, eyes filled with lust and lips parted in a pant, and she agrees with his statement.
"Y-You're right… I'm a… I'm a slut. I'm YOUR s-slut… Master."
The savage grin that spreads across Harry's face is enough to make Hermione cream herself again right then and there. Of course, the surprisingly pleasurable anal pounding she's receiving definitely plays a part in that as well. She moans and groans and happily takes Harry's dick up her ass as he fucks her senseless, his hand eventually coming up to curl into her brunette locks, grabbing a fistful and pulling at her head. With her back arched, Hermione can see Daphne watching and masturbating to them fucking through her heavily lidded eyes.
Licking her lips, the brunette witch tries to direct a smug look towards her rival. For a moment, she sees an affronted expression on Daphne's face, but then it all becomes a bit blurrier and slowly but surely Hermione finds it impossible to focus on anything as Harry continues to give her butt a nice, hard fuck that neither it nor she would ever forget.
She cums again and again and his cock continues to plunder her back door, even as her anal muscles clench down around it harshly, trying to stop his ever-constant advance. In the end, she milks his second release from him quickly enough, and then Harry is cumming again. As soon as Hermione feels his white, hot seed spilling into her bowels, her eyes roll up in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth. She shakes and shudders and spasms one last time around Harry's dick, before falling face forward onto the desk in front of her, barely conscious.
When he pulls out of the brunette witch, Hermione isn't quite able to stay up on the desk without him pinning her to it. She slumps onto the floor behind the piece of furniture, panting heavily and twitching slightly as his seed leaks from her holes. Harry looks down at the brunette witch with a grin on his face, right as the magical bell rings, signifying the end of class and coincidentally, the end of the school day.
As people begin to wake up, Harry tosses Hermione's clothing at the naked witch, and then drapes her robes over her insensate body. Then, he leans in and whispers to her, even as he begins to cancel the silencing charm.
"Don't bother wearing underwear anymore Hermione. It'll just get in the way, and if I see it on you, I'll be VERY displeased."
A whimper and a quiet moan is all the response Harry gets in return, but that's just fine. He's actually half-hoping she hasn't heard him properly, and that he'll get a chance to 'punish' her the next time he goes to check the status of her undergarments. For now, it's enough that she's covered up so no one's going to notice her. Smirking, Harry straightens up and turns around to find Daphne standing there, fidgeting in place and blushing as she waits for him.
Everyone else is filing out of the room as Harry steps up to the blonde Slytherin, lifting a single eyebrow at her. Daphne blushes deeply in response before lifting her hands up from beneath her robes. What she held in both had been hidden until this point, but now Harry sees the gifts she has for him. With her hands palm-up, Daphne is offering him her bunched up, ruined green panties in one hand, and her wand in the other.
Harry stares at the tribute for a moment, and then he reaches past her gifts to grasp her chest, causing the blonde Slytherin to blush all the more profusely. A wicked smile spreads across Harry's face when he finds no bra there. The witch was clearly just as naughty as she seemed. Taking her panties, he slips them into his pocket right beside Hermione's. He ignores her wand, correctly reading that she was offering it up as a promise not to use a single spell on him in retaliation for whatever he might want to do to her.
The fact of the matter was that Harry didn't care. He wasn't threatened by Daphne Greengrass, even if she was one of the stronger witches of their generation, magically anyways. Harry's dismissal of her wand showed that he truly didn't fear anything she could bring to bear. And as Daphne slips the magical stick back into her pocket, she can't help but blush a bit deeper, her inner thighs rubbing together. Harry's casual disregard for the threat she might pose to him… it was so fucking hot.
His hand slips into hers and Daphne's eyes widen slightly as he pulls her from the History of Magic classroom. The blonde's eyes flicker back to where he's left Hermione's insensate form laying beneath her black robes, but Harry doesn't look back, not even once, and in the end they're soon out of the room and moving down the increasingly empty hallway as Daphne does her best to keep up with Harry's clipped, aggressive pace.
He half-drags her to an abandoned classroom, and the next thing Daphne knows, she's pinned to a wall as Harry kisses her deeply, his tongue demanding access to her mouth, which she immediately grants him. As he dominates her with his mouth, his hands move over her body, and Daphne can do nothing but squirm in his grasp, even as his fingers slip beneath her silver and green skirt to press against her naked, sopping wet pussy lips.
The powerful young wizard teases her for what feels like an eternity, but Daphne, mindful of what's waiting at the end of the tunnel, bears with it all. She does not fight back, she does not complain. She takes whatever Harry has to offer her, and she drinks in the pleasure his fingertips bring her, until finally he pulls back and looks her in the eye, causing her to stiffen in response, caught like a doe in the headlights.
"Tell me, what could a shameless little whore like you want from a man like me?"
Daphne blushes, but trying to deceive Harry was never in the cards.
"I want your babies!"
Of course, she also hadn't necessarily intended to blurt THAT out either. Daphne goes positively incandescent, while Harry looks a strange mixture of amused and bemused. Eventually, the blonde Slytherin collects herself enough to explain in more detail exactly what she wants from him. The bit about their first son becoming heir to the Noble House of Greengrass, and the bit about wanting to be his favorite, about wanting to lay atop the pile of feminine bodies he would no doubt eventually own, feeding him grapes or something of the like as he casually groped and kneaded her soft, pliable flesh.
Okay, so perhaps she went a bit too much into detail on that last tidbit, because by the time she's done, Harry has a very interesting, very dangerous look on his face. Abruptly, he releases her and steps away, moving back a little into the empty classroom.
"If you want anything from me, you'll have to earn it, slut."
When he grabs a chair and settles in, Daphne immediately grasps what he means. Blushing like crazy, the blonde Slytherin discards her robes and steps forward in nothing but her blouse and her skirt. Still blushing a bit, but also feeling a little more in her element now that she had a goal to strive for and accomplish, Daphne begins to sway her hips back and forth, slowly twirling in a circle as she starts to dance to the beat of music that's only in her head.
The striptease that follows is nowhere near professional of course, but it's the best that the sheltered Pureblood witch can do, as she shows off every last inch of her body. One might think without a bra or panties that the stripping would be a little lackluster, but Daphne recognizes that fact and does her absolute best to make sure it's not, showing off her body this way and that, as she unbuttons her blouse, only to turn around and hide her breasts for a time.
Inch by inch, Daphne exposes herself to Harry. Her blouse eventually comes off entirely, and her skirt soon follows. After that is her shoes, but Harry holds up a hand and stops her when it comes time to remove her Slytherin-green knee-highs. Blushing profusely even then, Daphne moves towards the seated young wizard as he gestures her forward with the sultriest look on her face that she can manage, accompanied by the sexiest walk she's capable of.
When she reaches him, she descends into a crouch, not actually kneeling, but instead spreading her legs wide to expose her naked cunt and her slightly heaving breasts, even as she spreads his legs apart. Daphne's hands come up and undo Harry's belt and button and zipper, and a moment later she's pulling out his cock, still messy from Hermione's pussy juices and his cum.
Licking her lips, Daphne looks up at Harry for approval, and once she sees it in his green eyes, she leans in and opens her mouth wide, taking his cockhead in between her full, pouty lips. Slurping at his dick tip with her tongue, Daphne begins the process of cleaning Harry off with her mouth, sinking inch after inch of his cock into her wet, warm face hole.
Of course, there comes a point where his cockhead is smacking against the back of her throat, and Daphne finds herself gagging, her eyes watering even as she stares at what's left of his dick, plenty of it still outside her mouth. Going cross-eyed trying to look at it, Daphne silently swears to take him all the way to the base, and after she pulls back to get a fresh breath of air, the blonde Slytherin sets out to accomplish her goal.
"Hulgkh… hulgkh…. hulgkh…"
It's hard going at first. Daphne gags and chokes on Harry's sizable rod of man meat, and her eyes don't just water, they shed involuntary tears as she abuses her own throat in order to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. Slobber and drool collects on Daphne's bottom lip, and it's not long before it falls down onto her heaving tits as she continues to choke herself on his dick.
Eventually though, she finds her rhythm and soon enough, Daphne has done it. It takes every bit of her willpower, but she forces herself down Harry's dick, and manages to press her lips to the base of his cock, holding there for all of three seconds before being forced to pull back by the overwhelming pressure in her poor throat. When she goes back down to do it a second time, to prove the first wasn't a fluke, Harry is ready for her, and his hands suddenly close in her blonde locks, causing Daphne's eyes to flit up to meet his, going wide at the hunger she sees in his gaze.
He starts to face fuck her a moment later, controlling the tempo as he forces her to take his cock down her esophagus again and again and again. Daphne's face is soon utterly ruined by the experience, her eyes rolling around in her head as Harry plunders her throat with all the force he can bring to bear on her.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
The powerful young wizard is treating her so very roughly… and in truth, it's all Daphne ever wanted. To be fucked and used by Harry James Potter. Ever since that day in the Sex Ed classroom, she's been longing for this. She's needed this down in the depths of her very soul. If Daphne was more magnanimous, she'd acknowledge the Merlin-honest truth. Every witch deserved a long period of alone time with Harry.
But Daphne was an inherently selfish girl. And while she knew there'd be more women in the end, all she cared about in this moment was getting hers and pleasing Harry in the process. With a grunt, the wizard suddenly pulls out of her throat and a moment later, he begins to coat her face with his seed. Daphne tilts her head back, shuts her eyes, and sticks out her tongue as she takes Harry's thick, viscous load all over her face and even her chest, his cum getting absolutely everywhere before he's finished with her.
If this was the amount of ejaculate pumped into Hermione's holes, Daphne can grudgingly acknowledge why the brunette witch was so out of it by the time Harry was done with her…
"Clean it up, slut."
Those are his first words to her once he's done giving her the facial of a lifetime. Daphne shudders in orgasmic delight and does what she's told, happily eating and slurping up his delicious cum as she scoops at it with her fingers before in turn sucking those digits dry, only to repeat the effort until every inch of her is relatively cleaned off.
She looks up at Harry expectantly, and is surprised to see a strange, unreadable expression in the wizard's eyes. In truth, Harry is considering just how hot it is to have a bevy of slutty witches positively throwing themselves at him non-stop. He can do whatever he likes at this point, can't he? He can fulfill any fantasy he wants to fulfill…
His magic reacts to his thoughts a moment later, and Daphne blinks as her hands come up to feel at the twin pigtails Harry has just put her in. She looks up at him again, this time with a confused expression on her face, but Harry now has a stern look across his own as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"Young lady, I'm VERY disappointed in you. I had no idea my daughter was such a naughty girl. Sucking daddy's cock like that… it looks like someone's been getting practice on the side!"
Blushing deeply, Daphne immediately picks up on the impromptu roleplay that Harry's drawing her into. She's not at all opposed to a little daddy/daughter roleplay though, not one bit. Biting her lower lip and adopting an expression of faux innocence, Daphne bats her eyelashes up at her 'daddy', even as she wrings her hands in her lap, finally moving into a kneeling position.
"I'm sorry daddy~ I've been a bad, BAD girl. Please, please daddy, won't you punish me?"
Another bat of her eyelashes and Harry is reaching down and grabbing her by one of her pigtails. Daphne finds herself dragged up across the powerful wizard's lap, and the next thing she knows she's getting the spanking of a lifetime as Harry begins to rather savagely paddle her bottom. In truth, Daphne's derriere has always been her most sensitive feature. It's never been something she was truly happy about… until now.
Loud, long, guttural moans leave the blonde Slytherin's throat as her 'daddy' punishes her, and Daphne squirms and writhes across Harry's lap, even as he smacks her ass red for being so, SO naughty. The orgasm that comes a-knocking a couple minutes later is powerful and explosive, and far stronger than anything she experienced back in the classroom, masturbating to the sight of Harry fucking Hermione.
She squeals and shakes and spasms atop his lap, and Harry stops as he watches her slowly come down from the bliss of release that he's brought her. Panting heavily, Daphne looks up at him once more, and mindful of the character she's playing, proceeds to beg him for what she truly, desperately needs.
"P-Please daddy… please fuck your baby girl? I just… I have all these NAUGHTY thoughts about you, a-and if I don't get your d-dick soon, I'm sure I'll go off and fuck some random guy! He won't be as good as you daddy, but I'll need it! I'll need a cock stuffed up in my tight little cunt to stop me from being a bad-eep!"
She's actually surprised that Harry let her get as far as she did, in truth. He looked amused as she continued her spiel, but Daphne was fully ready to go even further if necessary. As it turns out, it's not. Harry grabs her by her hair again and pulls her off his lap, forcing her to bend over a desk just like he had with Hermione.
His cock is inside her a moment later, and both of his hands close around her blonde pigtails as Harry begins to fuck her like that, using her hair as reins to truly plow her senseless.
"Yes daddy, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!! Right there daddy, harder, please, harder! Yes, yes, YESSSSSS!!!"
Daphne's tongue hangs out of her mouth and her eyes roll around in her head as she cums around Harry's cock. She tries to goad him on with her words for as long as possible, but its not easy keeping it up when he's so very thorough with his domination of her. Fucking her as hard as he can, Harry pulverizes her naughty little cunt, fucking right through her cervix and into her womb.
This was what Daphne had wanted. This was what she'd needed. Harry's cock, buried inside of her pussy, bringing her to the heights of ecstasy time and time again. She wasn't on any sort of birth control. No spells, no nothing. There were potions she could drink, but Daphne wasn't sure she wanted to at this point. It would ruin her reputation… until everyone found out who the father was. HER father would be beside himself at first, until she explained the situation in full.
There was really no reason not to chase her dreams. The blonde Slytherin had already told Harry her intentions. He wouldn't be fucking her like he was right now if he didn't want children too. He wouldn't have bent her over, he wouldn't have penetrated her, he wouldn't be FUCKING HER LIKE THIS WITH HIS BIG HARD COCK!
Daphne's eyes roll back completely in her head and her jaw hangs open as a perpetual, constant moan leaves her throat. The blonde's body shakes and spasms through orgasm after orgasm as Harry thoroughly and totally dominates her. In the end, Daphne receives the same exact treatment as Hermione. When Harry finally cums and fills her womb with his life-bearing seed, he pulls out and thrusts forward into her ass next, after casting a bit of magic just as he had with the brunette witch.
The blonde Slytherin takes Harry's cock in her back door with all of the composure that Hermione managed to. That is, not any at all. She screeches and squeals and screams her pleasure at the top of her lungs as Harry fucks her asshole to his heart's content, and then she cums when he does, his seed filling her bowels and her pussy juices spraying out onto the desk beneath them as her legs practically give out on her right then and there.
When all is said and done, after countless orgasms at the end of his cock and his skilled hands, Daphne is once more knelt before Harry, slowly cleaning up his dick with her tongue yet again, even as she looks up at him with pure love, adoration, and devotion in her gaze. Taking hold of the base of his meaty shaft, Daphne strokes at his dick for a second, planting a kiss on his cockhead before sitting up to look him in the eye as she looks her lips.
Her pigtails are gone by now, her long blonde locks spread out over her shoulders. The roleplay is over, but that doesn't mean Daphne doesn't know how to address the powerful wizard seated before her.
"So, Master. Am I your favorite now?"
There's an impish grin on her face and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Harry knows why she asks, and he knows who she's vying with for his attention. It amuses him a little, to see the two young witches grappling to be the very best, when neither knew about the experienced female professors he had wrapped around his finger… or wrapped around his cock, as the case turned out to be much of the time.
Opening his mouth to speak, Harry finds himself cut off as the door to the empty classroom abruptly bangs open, a frazzled looking Hermione bursting into the room as she looks around wildly before her feral gaze finally comes to a stop on her rival. Harry watches on in amusement as Daphne gets an irritated look on her own face. Hermione isn't wearing anything but her robes as it turns out… and they know this because she tosses the garment off of her otherwise-naked body a moment later, before striding across the room with an angry look on her face and an accusatory finger pointed in Daphne's direction.
"Get the fuck away from him you spoiled little princess brat! If anyone is Harry's favorite, it's ME, not you!"
Daphne snarls as she lets go of Harry's cock, having long-since finished cleaning it anyways. At that point, the blonde had just been straight up worshipping his dick for the past several minutes. Standing, Daphne moves to face Hermione, planting her fists on her hips as she looks the brunette up and down.
"Oh yeah? What could he possibly want with a bitchy little know-it-all like you? I watched you take his dick, Granger. You've got absolutely NO technique, NO skill whatsoever!"
That amuses Harry more than a little, considering Daphne pretty much fared the exact same once they got down to business. He supposed that the blonde had done a fair bit better with the foreplay as she'd actually happily deep-throated his dick before anything else, but that wasn't really fair to Hermione when HE'D gone after the brunette witch, and Daphne had been more inclined to go after him.
"Harry and I have been best friends for FIVE YEARS you Slytherin cunt! All you are is a snake in the grass trying to trick my Harry into some sort of scheme, or trap!"
Daphne doesn't bother answering that last charge. Instead, the blonde goes a different route, a sly smirk spreading across her face as she crosses her arms under her tits.
"Four years."
The correction takes Hermione off guard, half-deflating her right there as her brow furrows in confusion.
"Excuse me?"
Daphne looks particularly victorious as her smirk turns into a vicious grin.
"We're IN our fifth year, Granger. It hasn't BEEN a full five years since we started Hogwarts. Honestly, I would expect someone of your SUPPOSED intellect to know that sort of thing."
Alright, this was just getting silly. Harry can't help but roll his eyes at the incredibly childish correction, but in truth, Daphne has hit one of Hermione's weaker points. Correcting the girl on any subject when you were her peer rather than anyone above her on the totem pole was the quickest way to incite her wrath. And Hermione already hated Daphne's guts.
With an incoherent scream of rage, the naked brunette launches herself at the equally naked blonde. Daphne immediately prepares for Hermione's arrival as she snarls just as aggressively. Before either of them can truly begin a cat fight in the middle of the empty classroom, Harry intervenes, and the pair end up with their arms tied behind their back and their bodies pressed together as the conjured rope Harry is making restrains them both.
Their tits mash together as they both fall to their knees like that, helpless and tied tightly up against one another. They look at Harry in unison, and both whine in protest before realizing the other is doing so as well, which in turn causes them to look back at each other with heated glares. There's no more attempts to fight though, not even a try at biting the other's nose off. Harry's made it clear without a single word that he won't tolerate them attacking one another, but he backs it up with some actual words as well, even as he steps up to their squirming, bound form.
One hand apiece for his witches, lacing into brunette and blonde hair respectively as Harry tightens his grip and tugs at their locks, forcing them to look up away from each other and into his eyes.
"You're both my naughty, slutty witches. And you're BOTH going to behave yourselves when you're around each other. Do you understand me?"
Both young women look appropriately contrite as they look down and answer him in the same apologetic tone.
"Yes, Master."
"Yes, Mas-mmph! Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Daphne's eyes shoot up as Harry shoves his cock right down Hermione's throat before the other witch can even finish what she's saying. The blonde watches enviously as Harry pounds away into Hermione's esophagus with his cock, but Daphne doesn't have to wait long before it's her turn. He face fucks Hermione quickly and roughly, and then he moves onto Daphne as well, and the blonde happily takes it as she deep-throats his dick for the second time that day, gagging and choking all over again.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Harry is brutal in his technique, but neither witch particularly minds the aggressive wizard making use of their face holes. He cums after trading off twice more, and his seed pours all over both Hermione and Daphne as he holds their heads steady by their hair, coating their faces and their cleavage with his white, hot seed.
Daphne gets a head start there, even as Hermione just stares, a little dazed, a little glazed over, and a whole lot dumbfounded. But when the brunette realizes that her blonde rival is licking her face clean of Harry's cum with gusto, she realizes that she's missing something, and with a tentative lick of her own, slurps up some of Harry's seed from Daphne's face in turn.
It's delicious, and the brunette happily begins to eat Harry's cum off of the blonde's face even as Daphne does the same with her, the two of them fighting and at some points even helping one another as they clean up. Of course, when Harry lifts them both off the ground and places them across a desk a moment later, still bound together with their pussies exposed and smooshed up against one another, the pair immediately return to their rivalry.
"Fuck me first Harry! Show this Slytherin slut that she's not entitled to everything!"
"Come on big boy, plow me good! The know-it-all needs a lesson in humility, don't you think?"
Of course, they both want to be taken first. Luckily for Harry, it's not a decision he has to make. Aurora had taught him this spell a few days ago, and it'd come in handy in his meet ups with her and Sinistra. Grinning, Harry twirls his wand and both Daphne and Hermione stop their begging as they look back at him and just stare, a second cock pretty much identical to the first growing out of his crotch.
Their jaws dropped open, neither witch is particularly prepared for when Harry shoves both of his massive members deep into their needy wet cunts at exactly the same time. His grin widens as two hot, tight pussies grip all the harder at his dick, both witches orgasming right then and there. Harry grunts and begins to pick up the pace a moment later, fucking the pair as hard as he could, roughly pounding into them both time and time again.
The resulting fucking leaves both young women with a new appreciation for one another. There's nothing quite like forceful bondage leaving you inches from another girl's almost constant O-face to truly bring you together. Hermione and Daphne don't necessarily like each other, but they really don't have to. About halfway through Harry's brutal, savage railing of their bodies, the pair's eyes meet, and they realize they've each come to the same conclusion.
There's no point in trying to be Harry's favorite, because neither one of them has any hope of handling him alone. Shortly after that realization, the two are fucked senseless and neither are particularly 'present' mentally when Harry finally stuffs them both with another load of his cum. His seed paints their wombs white at the same exact time, and even half-unconscious, the pair still cum together one last time, impaled on Harry's cocks as they are.
Some time later, Harry is once more seated in a chair, this time the high-back teacher's chair at the front of the room. Daphne and Hermione kneel before him, side by side and no longer bound together as they each give one of his dual-cocks a titjob, moaning in delirious pleasure as they suckle at his dick tips. Every once in a while, the witches will pull back and exchange a deep, passionate tongue-filled kiss as they swap fluids, mostly the mixture of cum, pussy juices, and fresh precum from his messy members.
Its hot, but Harry's mind is elsewhere. He has no doubt that by this point, Hermione and Daphne are 'tamed' as far as his and their magic is concerned. Of course, with Hermione there's no way of really knowing beyond a sort of gut feeling, mostly because the brunette was just naturally inclined to call him Master like the little fuck slave she'd always secretly desired to be. Harry wasn't about to judge her though. He rather liked the kinky young woman his best friend had grown up into.
Still… there were more. More women, more witches, more beautiful babes to fuck and perhaps breed. Harry couldn't help but imagine the possibilities. He had so many… so many to choose from. Well, one was sure to drop into his lap some time. Or he'd go after them himself if one caught his eye. For the moment, he already had Aurora and Sinistra, and now Hermione and Daphne as well.
Everything was just fine.