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Harry sat at his usual spot in the library, the pile of books strewn before him serving as a testament to the fact that his thoughts were far from being focused on his studies. It was the day that Daphne had said she would come and pick up the essay, and he could hardly contain his excitement.

He was looking forward to seeing her again, to seeing her perky tits and that ass that he just couldn't seem to get enough of. She had promised him a second helping of her tits, and he had every intention of collecting on that promise.

It was then that he heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor. Harry looked up from his book just as the door to his private study swung open, and Daphne walked in.

She looked breathtaking. Her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her blue eyes a ray of light in the dimly lit library. Harry couldn't help but stare. She was so damn beautiful, her long legs stretching out in front of her, her hips swaying back and forth as she approached his table.

He was disappointed, however, to see that she had passed on the tight tops and short skirts, in favour of a more conservative outfit. She had on a white blouse and a knee-length skirt, her look less seductive and more professional.

Daphne, however, was having none of his staring. "You can stop gawking at me, Potter," she said, her voice laced with her usual arrogance. "I'm here to pick up the essay. And then, I'll be gone."

"Right, the essay," Harry said, quickly gathering his thoughts. "I was just... I was just thinking about how much you owe me for writing it for you."

Daphne raised a brow. "I don't owe you a thing. If it wasn't for the deal we made, you wouldn't have even written it. And besides, I did give you a little something extra for your efforts."

"Oh, you did," Harry said, with a smirk. "And you promised to give me another four seconds of it today, too."

Daphne blushed at that, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I did say that," she said, embarrassed. "I was hoping that maybe you had forgotten."

Harry laughed at that. "As if I could ever forget about something like that," he said, his mind drifting back to that amazing sight of her tits.

Daphne shook her head. "You and your obsession with my tits," she said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, it's just so pathetic."

"Oh, it's not just your tits," Harry said, his hand absentmindedly groping his crotch. "It's all of you. Your tits, your ass, your mouth. You just have something about you that makes me... hard."

Daphne looked at him, her eyes narrowed in disbelief. "You're... groping your crotch," she said, her voice filled with disgust. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just warming myself up," Harry replied, his hand still groping his cock, the fabric of his trousers tightening around his hardening dick. "You know, getting ready for the show you promised."

To be honest with himself, Harry thought his plan was a bit of a stretch. And to grope himself in the library of all places was a bit of a risky move. But it was a calculated risk. He knew that Daphne loved her games, and if he could get her to play this little one, he could win big.

"You are so damn disgusting," Daphne said, shaking her head. "Don't even think about whipping that tiny little thing out in here. I swear to Merlin, I'll tell the entire school what a tiny dick you have."

Harry laughed at that. He didn't mind the remark about his cock. If anything, she was woefully underestimating its size. But he couldn't let her know that. Not yet, at least.

"And you think I'm the one who's disgusting," he said instead. "You're the one who promised to show me her tits, remember?"

Daphne rolled her eyes at that. "Whatever, loser," she said, shaking her head. "I can smell your insecurity from a mile away. You wouldn't even last a second jerking it to my tits, let alone four!"

"Oh, you're so sure of yourself, huh?" Harry said, smirking. "Then how about we make a little wager? If you can make me cum in under four seconds, I'll write all of your essays for the rest of the year for free."

Daphne thought about it for a second, her eyes flicking between Harry and his crotch. She hated to admit it, but the prospect of making Harry do all of her work was incredibly appealing. It would save her so much time and effort.

"And if I can't?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of suspicion.

"Well, if your body is as impressive as your ego makes it out to be, I'm sure you'll be able to bring me to completion in no time at all," Harry said, his smirk widening. "And if not... then you'll have to do whatever it takes to bring me to completion. I'd say it's a win-win for you, really."

Daphne couldn't help but laugh at that. It was such a Gryffindor thing to say, so ridiculously confident and cocky. She couldn't believe that he would actually make such a deal. It was a deal she couldn't resist.

"Fine, fine," Daphne said, huffing. "Let's make it a minute, though. If you fall for my charms and cum in under a minute, I'll graciously let you write all of my essays for the rest of the year. If not... If not, I'll make sure that you'll be satisfied some other way..."

Harry laughed at that. It was exactly what he had been hoping for. Instead of just getting to see her tits for a measly four seconds, she had just given him a whole minute. And not just that, but he would be seeing this one to completion regardless of whether he won the bet or not.

"You drive a hard bargain, Miss Greengrass," he said, grinning. "But I think I can handle it."

Daphne rolled her eyes at that. "Right, sure you can," she said, shaking her head. "You're just a horny teenager who can't control himself around a hot girl like me."

Harry didn't even bother to respond. He'd had enough of her quips. He just unzipped his trousers and whipped out his cock, his massive, thick cock, the veins standing out, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Daphne's eyes went wide at unexpected turn of events. She couldn't help but blush at the sight of it, her eyes flicking to Harry's face and back to his cock. She had been entertaining the possibility that maybe it was a bit larger than she had let on, sure, but not this big. It was massive, thick, and long, almost comically so, and Daphne couldn't help but compare it to her forearm. How it would ever fit inside a witch's pussy to carry on his seed was beyond her.

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She was a Slytherin, after all. She was the hottest witch in school, and she had never backed down from a challenge. If anything, his straining erection was just a compliment to her seductive prowess, proof that she was the one who held all of the power in this little game they were playing.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Daphne said, her voice a bit shaky now that she knew what she was up against.

Daphne stood up, her eyes never leaving Harry's cock. She took a deep breath, her mind racing, before she started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She took her time, the anticipation building up, as she slowly opened her blouse, the fabric parting, revealing more and more of her delicious cleavage.

It was a tantalising sight, and Harry couldn't take his eyes off of her. She had on a white lace bra on underneath, the fabric so thin that he could almost see the dark areolas of her nipples through them. She was taking her time with this, and Harry was loving every second of it.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her blouse came off, and she reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra. The fabric parted, and her breasts fell out, her nipples hardening under his gaze, the tips so erect that they looked like they could cut glass.

She stood there for a moment, her eyes locked onto Harry's, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Harry couldn't help but gulp at the sight of her tits, their softness and plumpness on full display, her nipples hard and erect.

Harry couldn't help himself. He had been softly stroking his cock since the moment he had whipped it out, and now that she was standing in front of him, her tits bared for his pleasure, he couldn't help but speed up, his hand pumping up and down on the shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

Daphne retrieved her wand from the table and waved it in front of her, a small timer appearing in the air. "Let's see if you can last a minute," she said, some of her confidence regained at seeing his needy state.

Daphne took a step closer to Harry, her eyes never leaving his cock. Her mind was racing, trying to think of the best way to make him cum. She had never had to do something like this before, and the prospect was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.

She reached out, her hands cupping her tits, the soft flesh of her breasts filling her hands. She started playing with them experimentally, her fingers gently kneading her tits, her nipples hardening even further under her touch.

Harry couldn't help but groan at the sight, his hand speeding up, his mind already on the verge of exploding. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have her soft tits wrapped around his cock, to be inside her, to have her moaning and gasping in pleasure, his name on her lips.

"Fuck, Daphne," Harry groaned, his hand tightening around his cock. "You really are going for it, aren't you?"

Daphne looked up, a hint of a smile on her face. "You're the one who wanted to do this, Potter," she said, her hands moving in hypnotising circles around her tits. She pinched her nipples, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. "I'm just doing my part."

Daphne teased Harry with her tits for a while, her hands moving faster, her fingers tugging and pulling on her nipples, the sensation driving her crazy. Harry's breathing grew heavier, and his hand moved faster, but he still hadn't cum, and Daphne knew she had to turn it up a notch.

She leaned in closer, her tits almost brushing against Harry's face. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight. He looked like he was about ready to pass out, his face red, his eyes glazed over with lust, his breath coming in heavy gasps.

"Don't you want to touch them?" Daphne said, her voice laced with a hint of playfulness. "They're all yours, after all."

Harry groaned at the sight of her tits, so close to him, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. He couldn't help but want to reach out, to touch her perfect tits, to feel their softness and warmth.

"I'd love to," Harry groaned. "But I have a feeling that if I did, I wouldn't be lasting much longer."

Daphne laughed at that, her tits dancing delightfully in front of his face. "I suppose you're right," she said. "But then again, I don't think you'll be able to last much longer, regardless. Don't you at least want to play with them a bit before you cum?"

Harry was at the brink, his breathing heavy, his hand moving up and down his cock in long, slow strokes, and it was all he could do to not blow his load right then and there.

He could feel it building up, the pressure in his balls growing, his cock throbbing with every stroke, the pleasure almost too much to bear, and he was sure that if he even as much as entertained the thought of having her tits in his hands, he would be cumming in an instant.

Daphne could sense his reluctance. She knew that he was on the verge of cumming, and she was determined to push him over the edge.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Harry's ear. Her voice was a soft whisper, the words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Imagine it, Harry," she said, her voice a low purr. "Your big, fat cock filling me up to the brim, my pussy so tight around you that it's almost impossible to get inside."

Harry couldn't help it. He knew at that very moment that the bet was lost. He had wanted to win, he had wanted to resist the temptation of her tits, but when she started whispering those dirty little words into his ear, all hope was lost.

"But once you do, it's heaven," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "I can feel you pulsing inside me, filling me up so completely that I can't even think straight. All I can think about is you. Your cock. And how good you feel inside me."

Harry closed his eyes, his mind already in the gutter, imagining all the dirty little things he wanted to do to her. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see Daphne on her knees in front of him, looking up at him with a pleading look on her face. "Please, Harry," she said. "Please cum for me. I want to see it."

Harry didn't need a second invitation. He could already feel it building up, the pressure in his balls growing to a crescendo.

"Please, Harry," Daphne said, her voice so innocent and pleading that it broke through the last vestiges of his resistance. "Paint my face with your cum. Make me your little slut."

Harry couldn't take it any longer. He took aim, his eyes locked onto Daphne's face, his cock throbbing with every beat of his heart. He could feel his balls churning, his cum building up, ready to explode from his cock.

And then, Daphne's timer went off.

Harry's mind snapped back to reality, and he barely managed to hold back his orgasm, his hand shaking as he tried to control his breathing.

Daphne looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. She had completely forgotten about the timer, and she couldn't believe that Harry had managed to last a whole minute, despite her best efforts.

"Big, stupid cock," Daphne muttered, shaking her head. "I can't believe I spent a whole minute teasing a stupid horny boy like you, just for you to not even cum!"

Harry laughed at that. "You really thought you could make me cum in under a minute, huh?" he said, shaking his head. "You're so cute when you're wrong."

Daphne huffed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I am not cute," she said, her voice filled with a hint of annoyance. "You're just lucky your stupid cock is so big, or I'd be the one laughing right now!"

"Sure, you'd be laughing. With a face full of my cum, that is," Harry said, smirking. "But I'm sure you wouldn't mind that, would you?"

Daphne rolled her eyes at that. "Shut up, pervert," she said, her voice a low hiss. "Let's just get this over with. I have more important things to do!"


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