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Harry could barely think straight for the rest of the day.
He went to dinner with Daphne, but she did almost all the talking. Harry kept asking her questions about Sailor Moon lore, and she was glad to educate him. Sadly, most of the information went in one ear and out the other—he couldn't get Professor Malfoy out of his mind.
At one point, Daphne paused her lecture and said, "You're fried, huh?"
Harry rubbed at his forehead, trying to focus on the present, and nodded. "It's that obvious?"
She pursed her lips and nodded. "I can talk a lot once I get going, but even this is more than usual. I know how you feel, though."
As Harry's cock throbbed from the memory of Ms. Malfoy, he thought, No, I don't think you do.
She continued, "I didn't know what to expect at college, and it's getting a little overwhelming. It seems like every class expects us to spend several hours studying. Every week." She shook her head. "I can't even imagine having a job right now."
"Right. I can barely focus," Harry murmured.
Daphne nodded and patted his hand. "I was going to invite you over for some Sailor Moon, but maybe it's best you get to bed early. I don't want you to burn out and go home! You're the only friend I've made so far."
As her voice dropped a little, Harry turned his hand over and held hers tightly. "Don't you worry about that. I'm not going anywhere. This school has a lot more to offer than I ever imagined, and I wouldn't give it up for the world."
It was a few days before he had a chance to spend more time with Daphne, outside of meals or walking to class together. During that time, Professor Malfoy gave a particularly interesting lecture that Harry couldn't help but assume was inspired by their time together—mostly because she kept looking at him every five seconds.
"You see, the world as it exists today is not our natural state. The nuclear family, as it is called, has been a core part of our society. One mother, one father, however many kids. This is the typical family unit. But it was not always so. Long before we settled into agrarian society, we wandered the wilderness. It was a dangerous and savage world, and people didn't have the luxury of such pairings. Women were forced to choose the men that could protect them and, quite naturally, they would flock to the most virile man around," she said, her eyes landing on Harry with that last sentence.
"It was the man that could fight off predators better than anyone, forage and hunt for food, or simply take care of them during those quiet and intimate nights. The weaker men ran or hid from danger, but how could that work with a family? You could not simply leave them behind and save yourself, otherwise we would have gone extinct. So, as I've said, a harem of women would form around the strongest man they could find. As time passed, these turned into the early tribes and eventually society as we know it. But our most natural state is that of the harem, and sometimes I wonder if it would not be best to return to such a way of life. God knows how expensive this world can be, why not form a larger family, better to help take care of one another? Better to satisfy one another when the dark and lonely night falls upon us," her eyes flicked over to Harry yet again, and he found himself wondering about the point of this lecture.
The class was Women's Sexuality, but Harry had the feeling these words were for him alone. Maybe a harem made sense when it was necessary to survive, but it just didn't seem realistic in the present day. He certainly couldn't find a way of convincing Daphne to form such a relationship. She was shy enough already.
He thought that... until they had the chance to talk about it.
It was after that lecture that Harry and Daphne finally had some free time to spend together. They both preferred staying in rather than partying, and they had the entire weekend ahead of them to get work done. After a quick dinner, they headed back to her room to watch a few episodes of her favorite show while wrapped around each other in her bed.
Daphne had been quieter than normal, so Harry asked her why that was.
She sighed. "Do you think our professor was right, today?"
"You mean all that stuff about harems?" Harry shrugged, and Daphne's head bounced on his shoulder. They both lay under her fluffy pink blanket, him on his back and her on her side, one leg draped over his midsection. "She would know sexual history better than me, but it all seemed to make sense."
"I mean the part about forming harems today. Do you think that would be ideal?"
Harry navigated that question very carefully. She had already mentioned how beautiful she thought their professor was, but if he seemed too eager, it could ruin everything.
"It's definitely an interesting idea. I don't know anyone with that lifestyle, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to it. I'm planning to write romance novels, after all, so I clearly enjoy stories about forming love. Sometimes I think it's unfortunate that we only have one life to live. One life to spend with one person. If we could expand our mindset, maybe we could live through multiple epic romances without ruining the first one, you know?"
His heart beat wildly as he waited for her answer. Daphne gave it some thought... then nodded.
"I see what you mean. Not with men, though. I feel lucky enough to have found you. I'd rather not roll the dice with all the other boys on campus. I'd have my heart broken a thousand times before I found another man worth keeping." She hugged him tighter and nuzzled her nose into his chest. The next words came out softly. "But another girl..."
Suddenly Harry was pitching a tent. "You'd really be interested in that?" he asked.
She nodded quickly and looked up at him with as red a face as he'd ever seen. "Does that make me a slut?"
He burst out laughing. "God no! What would make you think that?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. It's just not how the world works right now. I've been thinking about it a lot ever since Professor Malfoy mentioned it, though, and I'd just rather spend my time around more women than men. Just look at this show," she pointed at the paused still of Sailor Moon on her laptop. "All these girls care for each other. They're the best friends I wish I had growing up. I wouldn't mind a group of girlfriends to spend my life with, but of course I still need a man like you to hold us all together."
"I think I can do that," Harry said with a smile.
Daphne's leg shifted downward, pressing against his hard cock. She looked up at him slyly. "Oh, do you? Seems like I'm not the only one who's had this on my mind."
Harry grinned back at her. "What can I say? You're amazing, gorgeous, and smart, Daphne. Having another girl in our bed who's as amazing as you could only make life more exciting."
She giggled and hugged him closer. "Good answer." Then one of her hands traveled down his chest and tucked itself into his waistband. "As much as I want to get to our show, I just know this guy will be distracting me all night. Let's take care of him, shall we?"
Harry couldn't distract himself from Professor Malfoy's words about edging. As he warned Daphne that he was about to burst, pleading with her to slow down…
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Nope. You're all mine, Harry. You'll finish when I say so, and I want it now."
As Harry Nodded, Daphne swept the blanket off them and crawled onto her knees between his legs. His pants hit the floor, and she wrapped her hands around his cock, bathing him in her warmth. She hadn't used her mouth yet, and he didn't want to push her until she was ready.
But, as her hands slid up and down, Harry noticed a bottle of lotion sitting on the desk nearby and remembered the little homework assignment Professor Malfoy had given him.
He tilted his head toward the bottle. "What if you used lotion this time?"
Daphne paused, confused. "Would that feel better?" When he nodded, she just shrugged and pressed a few squirts of the white substance into her hands. She rubbed them together, then returned to his cock.
As she worked the lotion in, her hands slid along him with far more ease. The wet, warm pressure reminded Harry of Professor Malfoy's mouth, and he quickly felt that telltale rise in his pelvis.
Daphne purred, "Mmm, I guess it is better. I love that look on your face. Knowing I'm the one creating it is just so hot!"
Harry's eyes rolled back, and he gripped the bed sheets as he tried to distract himself. He had to work on lasting at least five minutes if he was going to pass Narcissa's test. He didn't know what the reward would be, but he knew it would be worth it.
Daphne's hands gripped him tightly, pumping up and down quickly while she stared lustfully into his face. The mere look in her eyes was almost enough to finish him off, so Harry let his eyes close. He imagined Headmaster Dumbledore - he tried to think about Quidditch or dueling and then mentally reviewed all the homework he had to do this weekend.
None of it helped. Daphne's firm grip was too damn good.
He granted her wish in a thick burst of cum, spraying over her hands and even a few drops on her face. He pulsed beneath her fingers again and again. If edging was supposed to make the load bigger, Harry couldn't imagine how it could get any larger than this.
Daphne let out a delighted laugh. She waited until the last shot was released, then started cleaning up.
A minute later, she was about to lie beside him again. Now that they were growing more comfortable together, Harry had the courage to offer, "What about you? I'd love to return the favor."
Her nervous gaze returned, and her thighs squeezed together. "I, um, want to… it's just that no one's ever touched me like that."
"Are you afraid?" Harry asked gently.
She nodded slightly. "A little. I'm just not sure what to expect."
"Well, let's take it slow, then. I'll just use my hands… and one of your toys, if you don't mind."
Her eyes shot wide. "You would use them… on me?" At his nod, she bit her lip and whispered, "Okay."
They switched places. While Harry rummaged for Daphne's toys under her bed, she slipped off her sweatpants and tossed them beside his jeans. He grabbed her vibrator and dropped it on the bed next to her wide hips. Daphne's thighs were smooth as silk, and Harry was already rock-hard again at the sight of the thin pink panties covering her mound.
He looked up and met her gaze. Despite the nerves clearly coating her from head to toe, she nodded.
Harry tucked a few fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down. Daphne lifted her hips, then sank back onto the bed. At the same time, she pulled her shirt up to fully reveal her beautiful body.
His mouth watered as he took in the thin pink slit between her legs. Her skin was shaven, supple. Her stomach was taut, with soft lines marking her abs and rib cage.
The breasts Harry had spent days fantasizing about lay bare before him, a shade lighter than the rest of her skin. They were like perfect clouds crowning her body, more than large enough to fill his hands. Her nipples stood hard and tight at the center.
"You are perfect, Daphne. Incredible," Harry murmured.
She blushed, then watched his hands as they caressed her thighs and traveled up to her gorgeous chest. He squeezed her soft mounds, watching them mold around his fingers, wishing he could bury himself in her wet center.
But he knew she wasn't ready for that. Not yet.
Instead, he brought one hand back and started with a single finger. Daphne watched with parted lips as he traced her outline, then eased inside. Her tight, wet warmth engulfed him, and his finger slid in easily.
After a few pumps, Daphne let out a soft moan. "You feel amazing. Maybe… try a second finger?"
Harry nodded and did as she asked, which drew another breathy sound of pleasure. Only then did he stop playing with her chest. He picked up the small vibrator and pressed the button, holding it against her clit. Daphne let out a shuddering groan and gripped his wrist tight.
As he continued to play with her pussy, Daphne's eyes rolled back and her head dropped onto her pillow. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air, every new sensation overwhelming her in ways she'd never experienced.
She barely lasted as long as Harry had before she started trembling beneath his touch. Her abs tensed, her face contorted, and she let out a strangled cry as an orgasm rocked her body.
When he began to pull out, Daphne said, "Um… do you think you could keep going? This is so much better than when I do it."
Harry grinned. "I could do this all night."
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