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The early morning light spilled into the Great Hall, casting a soft glow over the rows of Gryffindor students enjoying their breakfast. The clinking of silverware and murmurs of conversation filled the air, punctuated by the occasional laughter. Harry sat at the long table, his hand hidden beneath the crimson and gold tablecloth, his fingers moving deftly inside Ginny Weasley's knickers. Ginny's cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink as she tried to maintain a semblance of decorum, her eyes locked with Harry's, a silent understanding passing between them. The tension grew palpable as Harry's strokes grew more insistent, her breaths shallower, until finally she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Her body trembled, and she leaned back in her chair, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
The moment passed, and Harry pulled his hand away, grinning as he surveyed the scene around him. He had always enjoyed the power of his unique situation, being the only real person in a fake world. The freedom was intoxicating, allowing him to indulge in every dark desire and whimsical fantasy without consequence. The knowledge that he could bend this world to his will had only intensified his appetite for the erotic. Honestly it had gotten to the point where it was almost as much of a turn-on as sex was. Knowing he could march right up to the teachers table, and bend Professor Vector over, buggering her until she was a mind-broken slut, hungry for his cock in front of the entire school, it was almost more satisfying than an orgasm... Which now that he thought about it was probably not a good thing for his mental and sexual development, but honestly he couldn't bring himself to care.
Earlier that morning, Harry had woken up with an insatiable hunger. He had already feasted on the sweet flesh of Parvati Patil, her moans echoing in the deserted corridor as he buried his face between her legs His mouth probing both her tight holes, her warm scent filling his nostrils. Then there was Hermione, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock as she took him to the back of her throat, her eyes watering but her determination unwavering. And finally, Lilly Moon, the quiet girl who had caught his eye. He had painted her face with his cum as she knelt before him in the pre-dawn light of the astronomy tower, the stars above them twinkling like distant approving eyes. Yet, even after these conquests, Harry's appetite remained unabated. It was like he had a bottomless pit of lust that no amount of fucking could fill.
Now, as he sat at breakfast, his eyes roamed the Great Hall, searching for his next plaything. He spotted Daphne Greengrass, her vanilla blonde hair cascading down her back in a loose ponytail. A memory flooded back to him, The first woman he ever fucked, exactly where she was sitting now at the Slytherin table. It was like a lightbulb had gone off in his head, and suddenly, he knew exactly what he wanted.
With a wicked smile, Harry withdrew his hand from under the table and held out his still-glistening fingers to Ginny. She looked at him with a mix of surprise and arousal, but without hesitation, she leaned in and took his fingers into her mouth, her tongue darting out to clean off the remnants. The act was so intimate, so brazenly erotic, that it sent a jolt of excitement through him. He watched her with hooded eyes, savoring the sight of her submission, her cheeks still flushed from her recent orgasm. When she was done, Harry gave her a nod of approval, then turned and strode towards the Slytherin table, his intent clear.
Daphne looked up from her plate of eggs and kippers, her emerald eyes widening slightly as Harry approached. The rest of the table fell silent, watching the spectacle with a mix of confusion and envy. Harry pulled out the chair next to hers and sat down, a casual ease to his movements that belied the turmoil of emotions and desires churning inside him. "Mind if I join you, Daphne?" he asked, his voice a low purr that seemed to resonate in the very air.
Her gaze swept over him, taking in the confidence that seemed to emanate from every pore. "What do you want, Potter?" she replied coolly, though her voice held a hint of curiosity.
"Just a little chat," Harry said with a grin, picking up a piece of toast and slathering it with butter. "You know, about life outside these walls." He took a bite, his eyes never leaving hers.
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Like, what do I do outside of school?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Why would you want to know that?"
"Oh, you know," Harry said with a shrug, "Just interested in getting to know you better. Maybe we could go on a date? In the Muggle world, I mean."
Daphne's expression remained unchanged, but a spark of interest flickered in her eyes. "The Muggle world? Why would I want to go there? They burn witches, have giant moving metal contraptions that kill people, and diseases run rampant."
"There hasn't been a witch burning in civilized society in hundreds of years, actually. As for diseases, we actually have more than they do, because muggles can't catch wizarding diseases like dragon pox. And as for the cars, don't worry, it's completely safe as long as you don't go standing out in the middle of the road." Harry said, his voice filled with the kind of confidence that only came from someone who knew they could make the impossible happen with a flick of their wrist.
Daphne stared at him skeptically, "And what makes you think I'd want to go out with you, Potter? We're hardly friends."
Ignoring her words, Harry leaned closer, his arm snaking around her slender shoulders. He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his breath warm against her skin. "Come on, Daphne. Think about it. Remember that time a few months ago, right here at breakfast? I'd say we are familiar with each other enough to go on a date."
Daphne's cheeks grew hot, and she could feel the eyes of the Great Hall on them. She glanced down at the table, her heart racing. The memory of that morning was still vivid in her mind—how Harry had bent her over the Slytherin table in the middle of the Great Hall and had taken her so fiercely that she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. It was a moment of raw passion that she had never experienced before, and it was all the more thrilling because it was so utterly forbidden.
Slowly, she nodded. "Fine," she said, her voice a whisper. "This summer we will have to meet up and do something. But I'm warning you, if I get some sort of muggle disease I'm never going to forgive you!"
"No disease, I promise," Harry said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And I don't think I can wait until summer, let's go now."
Daphne's eyes widened in surprise. "But we're not allowed to leave the castle," she protested weakly.
"Ah, but rules are more like... suggestions for me," Harry said, his smile growing more mischievous. He leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "Besides, I have a way around that. Trust me, it'll be worth it."
Daphne's heart fluttered, and she couldn't help but give a small smile. "Fine. Lead the way, Potter. But I expect you to get me an outfit to wear, that way I'm not walking around the muggle world dressed like a witch."
With a wink, Harry said, "Don't worry, I've got it all figured out. Without our robes, these Hogwarts uniforms could easily pass for a fancy private school. But if you want, we can stop by a boutique and get you something that'll really blend in."
Daphne's stomach did a flip. "Alright, let's go," she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the excitement in her voice gave her away.
They rose from the table, and Harry offered her his hand, which she took gracefully. As they began to walk, his hand naturally settled on the curve of her ass. She felt the warmth of his palm through her robe, and the pressure sent a thrill up her spine.
"So, what do you think we should do first?" Harry asked, his fingers beginning to knead gently as they strolled out of the Great Hall and into the entrance hall. "After we get you some clothes?"
"I don't know. What all is there to do in the muggle world?" Daphne asked, her voice a mix of skepticism and intrigue as they walked through the grand entrance hall, Harry's hand still resting on her butt, his thumb idly caressing the curve of her cheek.
"Well, let's see," Harry said thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the crowd of students milling around them. "We could go to a bookstore. You know, the kind where muggles buy books that aren't just textbooks. They have all sorts of stories, fiction, romance, adventure. I bet you'd love it."
Daphne raised an eyebrow at him, "Fiction? What is that?"
"Like, books you read for entertainment? I know they have stuff like that in The Wizarding World, Parvati has a series that she likes to read."
"Oh! You mean novels! Yes, we have those. There's not a whole lot available though. They only really started coming out in the last hundred or so years. Mostly love and romance stuff, but they kind of get boring after a while if I'm going to be honest. Tell me more about this fiction that the muggles have," Daphne said, a touch of excitement in her voice.
"Ah, well, there's everything from love stories to horror, to adventures in far-off lands, or even detective stories," Harry began, his eyes lighting up as he talked. "You've got your classics, like 'Pride and Prejudice', that's a romance, but then there's 'Frankenstein' which is about a mad scientist, or 'The Hound of the Baskervilles' for a bit of a thriller. And let's not forget about 'Lord of the Rings' for fantasy tales," Harry listed off, his enthusiasm growing with each genre. "I don't read a lot, but I always liked sci-fi growing up. My cousin had a bunch of books that I would read through when he was finished with them."
"Sci-fi? That sounds interesting," Daphne said, her curiosity now fully piqued. "So how are we going to get there?"
"Well, I'm sure Hagrid won't mind if we use his floo. We can go to the Leaky Cauldron, then catch a cab to take us anywhere we want to go in London." Harry said with a sly smile, as they approached the small hut on the edge of the grounds
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10 minutes later they were walking through the London streets, Daphne's eyes wide with wonder and fear as she took in the unfamiliar sights.
"It's so... big," she murmured, her hand tight in Harry's as he led her through the bustling crowd.
It took all of his restraint not to make a joke. Harry knew that Daphne was referring to the sheer size of London, but all he could think of was the size of his cock, which she was about to be reacquainted with. "Yeah, it's quite the change from the Hogwarts grounds, isn't it?" he said instead, his voice low and amused.
Daphne looked around at the towering buildings, the cacophony of sounds, the smell of petrol, and the taste of something metallic in the air that she couldn't quite place. She nodded, feeling overwhelmed. "And those big metal carriages?" she asked, pointing to the cars zooming by them. "Are those the automobiles?"
"Indeed they are," Harry said, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her take it all in. He slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "But don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head, his lips brushing against her soft hair. Daphne felt a warmth spread through her body at the contact, and she blushed deeply. It was a simple gesture, but it was filled with a tenderness she hadn't expected from him. She looked up at him, her eyes searching for some clue as to what was going through his mind. Harry just smiled back, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and squeezed her waist reassuringly. "Come on, let's go get you an outfit." Harry grinned.
She gave him a skeptical glance but said nothing, instead watching as he raised his hand to hail a passing black cab. One pulled up to the curb almost immediately, and Harry opened the door, gesturing for her to climb in.
Daphne hesitated, eyeing the cab's interior with suspicion. "We're getting into one?"
"Yes, Daphne, it's a car. It's how Muggles get around." He rolled his eyes but softened his tone. "Like I said, it's perfectly safe, I promise."
With a reluctant sigh, she slid into the backseat, her movements cautious, as if the vehicle might spring to life and bite her. Harry followed, pulling the door shut behind him.
The driver, a stout man with a salt-and-pepper beard, turned to look at them. "Where to, mate?"
"Euston Road, near King's Cross Station," Harry said, doing the calculations of the cost in his head.
As the cab began to move, Daphne sat stiffly, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her gaze darted to the windows, taking in the chaotic swirl of lights and people outside. "It's… different," she murmured, her tone almost thoughtful.
Harry chuckled. "Different is one way to put it. But you'll like where we're going—Evelyn Rose. It's a boutique, and it has that 'elegant' feel you like."
She tilted her head, intrigued despite herself. "You've been there before?"
"Not me, but Hermione told me about it, I figured you would probably like it, too." Harry leaned in closer to Daphne, his breath warm against her ear. His hand found its way to her leg, his fingers tracing a pattern along her smooth skin beneath the fabric of her skirt. She tensed for a moment before relaxing into the touch, the warmth spreading up her thigh.
Daphne turned to look at him, her eyes searching his. For a moment, she was lost in those green pools, and then she was lost in a kiss. Harry's lips met hers, and she was surprised by the tenderness in the way he touched her. It was unlike the fierce passion of their previous encounters. This was something more, something that made her heart race and her stomach flutter. She kissed him back, her hands moving to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as the taxi rumbled through the London streets.
The world outside the cab faded away as they kissed, their breath mingling, their hearts beating in a frantic rhythm that matched the pulse of the city around them. Daphne could feel the heat building between her legs, and she shifted in her seat, trying to get closer to him. Harry's hand slid up her thigh, his fingertips brushing against the wetness that had gathered there, and she gasped into his mouth. He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated against her chest.
"You're always so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Daphne pulled away with a gasp, her cheeks flaming red. She pretended to be outraged. "Potter, we're in a moving vehicle!" she exclaimed, though the playful glint in her eye gave away her feigned scandal.
"Oh don't worry, the cabbie won't mind. He doesn't even know what we're doing, perfectly fine." Sure enough, Harry waved his hand up at the man who didn't react in the slightest. He was busy navigating through the heavy London traffic.
Harry's hand slid higher up her skirt, reaching her panties. Daphne squirmed, a mix of pleasure and pretend protest. "Potter, this is highly inappropriate!" she giggled, though her hips tilted upward to meet his hand.
"Well I can stop if you want. But it's a bit of a waste of a perfectly good taxi ride if you ask me," Harry said with a smug smile, his hand hovering just above the waistband of her knickers.
Daphne's breath hitched, and she looked into Harry's eyes, the desire in them making it hard for her to form words. She didn't respond, but instead, she took a deep breath and opened her legs a little wider, giving him all the invitation he needed. Harry's smirk grew wider as he slipped his hand inside her underwear, his fingers finding her slick folds.
Her eyes closed, and she leaned her head back against the seat, allowing herself to be swept away by the sensations. The taxi's movements were a gentle rocking that only added to the intensity of the moment. Harry's touch was sure, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel the warmth spreading through her body, her nipples tightening against the fabric of her shirt.
"Take your hand and play with your tits," Harry whispered, his voice a dark promise in the enclosed space. "Let me see how much you want this."
Daphne's eyes snapped open, and she stared at him for a moment, unsure if she heard him correctly. But the look in his eyes was clear—he wasn't asking for permission; he was giving an order. A thrill shot through her as she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. The fabric parted, revealing her cream lace bra. Harry's eyes darkened as she reached inside and began to knead her breasts, her fingers rolling over her hardened nipples. She watched him watch her, his gaze intense and hungry.
He slid his other hand over her thigh and pushed her skirt up even further, exposing her to the cool air of the taxi. The contrast between his warm hand and the chill made her shiver, but it only served to heighten the pleasure as he dipped a finger into her wetness, then pulled it out, tracing it over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't help but bite her bottom lip to keep from making a sound. Harry's eyes never left hers as he continued his ministrations, the rhythm of his finger matching the beat of her racing heart.
Her body was a vision—slender and toned from her years of dueling, with a subtle grace that belied the strength beneath. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, not a single hair to be seen. It was pink and plump, with a delicate sheen of arousal that made Harry's mouth water. The slightest hint of a camel toe teased him, her folds swollen and inviting. Daphne's hand was still on her breast, her thumb flicking her nipple as if it were a button that could control her pleasure. Her other hand had found its way to Harry's thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she grew more and more lost in the sensations he was creating within her.
The feeling of her wetness around his fingers was heavenly. Her cunt was tight and warm, like a glove that had been custom-made to fit his hand. He could feel the slickness of her arousal, the way she clenched around him when he pushed in deeper, the way her inner walls, smooth, velvety, and with organic texture he could only describe as pure perfection, quivered at his touch. Each stroke brought a fresh wave of wetness, and he knew she was enjoying it probably more than he was. It was criminal just how long he had taken to get back together with her, the pure blood princess, secretly desperate for rebellion. Harry's thumb hovered over her clit, waiting for the perfect moment to press down, to send her spiraling into ecstasy.
But before he could, the taxi screeched to a halt, jolting them both out of their passionate haze. The driver's gruff voice echoed through the small space, "Euston Road, that'll be £5, mate" Harry groaned in frustration, his hand still buried in Daphne's pussy, her body arched into his touch, so close to climax. He glared at the driver, who remained blissfully unaware of the steamy scene unfolding in his backseat.
Daphne let out a whine of protest, her eyes snapping open. "What? We can't stop now," she murmured, her voice breathless and desperate. Harry chuckled darkly, his eyes never leaving hers as he fished out a crumpled bill from his pocket and handed it to the oblivious man.
"Come on, Daphne. We can continue this later. Let's go shopping, then we'll go by a bookstore, then maybe catch a movie," Harry said, his voice thick with desire as he withdrew his hand from her panties.
Daphne looked at him with a mix of disappointment and excitement, her eyes glazed over with lust. She nodded and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. As she reached up to button her blouse, Harry's hand stopped her. "Leave it like that," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Let's go make some Muggle heads turn."
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, but she complied, leaving her shirt open just enough to show the tops of her breasts, the lace of her bra peeking through. They stepped out of the cab, the cool London air hitting them like a slap in the face. Daphne took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure, while Harry's eyes never left the tantalizing view.
The cab pulled away with a rattle, leaving Harry and Daphne standing on the bustling pavement of Euston Road. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air buzzed with the sounds of the city—car horns, distant chatter, and the occasional bark of a street vendor.
"This way," Harry said, taking her hand without a second thought.
Daphne stiffened for a moment, glancing down at their joined hands, but she said nothing. Her fingers tightened slightly around his as they started walking.
"This is… chaotic," she muttered, her gaze darting to the passing cars and pedestrians. "How do Muggles live like this?"
"They make do," Harry said with a grin.
Her eyes narrowed, but her attention was quickly drawn to the shop fronts they passed. A bookstore with colorful paperbacks in the window. A bakery with the scent of fresh bread wafting out. Daphne slowed as they passed a florist, her gaze lingering on the vibrant display of roses and lilies.
"Pretty, aren't they?" Harry asked.
Daphne huffed softly. "I suppose." But her grip on his hand didn't loosen as they continued down the street.
Finally, they reached the corner where Evelyn Rose stood. The red-brick building seemed to glow in the sunlight, its bay windows displaying mannequins in elegant coats and dresses. The gold lettering of the boutique's name shimmered above the door.
"This is it," Harry said, stopping in front of the entrance.
Daphne tilted her head, taking in the shop. "It's… charming," she admitted, though her tone was careful.
Harry grinned, pushing the door open and tugging her gently inside.
The warm, fragrant air enveloped them as they stepped onto polished wooden floors. Daphne froze just inside the doorway, her grey eyes widening as she took in the boutique. Soft classical music played in the background, and racks of clothing glinted under the glow of vintage chandeliers. Accessories were arranged artfully on antique tables—pearl earrings, silk scarves, and delicate brooches.
"This is…" Daphne trailed off, her voice soft.
"Go ahead," Harry encouraged, letting her hand go.
She wandered forward, running her fingers over the fabric of a tailored coat. Her lips parted slightly, her usual composure giving way to genuine wonder. "It's beautiful," she murmured.
"Told you it'd be worth it," Harry said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and watching her with a grin.
Daphne glanced back at him, a rare smile tugging at her lips. "Fine. You were right. Just this once."
He chuckled and joined her as she moved through the boutique. She paused at a rack of flowing green dresses, then picked up a soft scarf, her fingers brushing the delicate embroidery.
"Try this," Harry said, pulling a dark red sweater from a nearby rack. It was loose and elegant, with a neckline that dipped low enough to drape over one shoulder, with an open back design.
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "A sweater?"
"It's your color," Harry said with a shrug, holding it up.
She hesitated but took it. "And what's supposed to go with it?"
Harry grabbed a pair of light blue, tight-fitting jeans from a nearby display. "These."
She looked at the jeans, then back at him. "You have a surprising amount of opinions about women's clothing, Potter."
"Just trust me," he said, grinning.
Daphne rolled her eyes but disappeared into the fitting room. When she stepped out, Harry froze.
The jeans hugged her curves perfectly, and the sweater draped elegantly, exposing one pale shoulder. She adjusted the hem self-consciously, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"Well?" she asked, her tone light but her gaze searching.
Harry blinked, then smiled. "You look amazing."
Her lips curved into a smirk, though her blush deepened. "Not bad for a Muggle store."
"Not bad at all," Harry agreed, his grin widening.
Daphne turned to the mirror, studying her reflection. For a moment, her smirk softened into something warmer. "You've got decent taste, Potter," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder.
"High praise," he teased, laughing.
Daphne's hand brushed his briefly as she moved back toward the racks, a fleeting touch that left Harry grinning like an idiot.
"Do a spin," Harry said, his voice low and playful.
Daphne looked at him skeptically, but the twinkle in his eye made her want to indulge him. With a dramatic sigh, she turned in a slow circle, the fabric of the sweater fluttering around her waist and the jeans hugging her hips. She felt like a model on a runway, and it was surprisingly exhilarating.
As she completed her spin, Harry stepped up behind her, his hand shooting out to give her a firm smack on the ass. She gasped, more from shock than pain, and whipped around to face him, her eyes flashing.
"Potter!" she hissed, though the blush staining her cheeks and the way her eyes lit up betrayed her feigned outrage.
"What?" Harry asked innocently, though his grin was anything but.
"You know what," Daphne said, though she couldn't hold back the small smile that tugged at her lips.
She took a step away from Harry, moving to look at herself in the mirror. With a deliberate sway of her hips, she turned her back to him, her heart racing with excitement. She watched his reflection as he took a step closer, his eyes darkening with desire.
"You're pushing your luck, Potter," she murmured, a hint of challenge in her voice. But she didn't move away as she felt his warm breath against the back of her neck, his hand hovering above her bare skin.
Without waiting for her to object, Harry reached around and began to unbutton her jeans. She gasped, but didn't protest as he slid his hand down the zipper and into her panties. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as his fingers found her already damp folds. He chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist as he began to explore her, his other hand pushing the material aside to get a better look.
Daphne felt a rush of excitement and fear mingling together—what if someone saw them? But the thrill of being so brazenly touched in public only served to heighten her arousal. She leaned back into him, her breath coming in short gasps as his thumb brushed against her clit. The jeans grew tighter around her thighs, the fabric straining as Harry's hand moved deeper into her pants.
With a gentle but firm grip, Harry pushed Daphne towards the fitting room, his eyes never leaving her ass. She stumbled slightly in her haste to keep up with him, her heart pounding in her chest. The door swung open, revealing the small space with three walls of mirrors and a velvet curtain. Without a word, he pushed her inside and followed, shutting the door behind them with a click that echoed through the room.
He dropped to his knees behind her, his eyes dark with need. Daphne's breath caught in her throat as she watched him tug her jeans down, exposing her naked pussy to the cool air. She stepped out of the puddle of denim, her legs trembling slightly. Harry's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on hers as he slid her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. He took a moment to admire her, the way her cunt was already glistening with anticipation.
"Spread your legs," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Daphne complied, bracing herself against the wall of mirrors. She watched in the reflection as Harry leaned in, his nose nuzzling against her ass. He took a deep breath, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine.
"What are you doing?" she asked, though her voice was barely above a whisper.
"I want to taste all of you," Harry murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He leaned forward, pressing his nose between her cheeks, and Daphne felt his tongue slide along the cleft of her ass. She gasped, her eyes widening in the mirror.
His tongue was firm but gentle as it probed, tracing the sensitive flesh around her anus. She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. Daphne's knees trembled as Harry's mouth grew more insistent, his tongue delving deeper. The sensation was foreign, yet incredibly arousing. She'd never had anyone do this to her before, and she wasn't quite sure how to react.
He paused, looking up at her in the mirror with those piercing green eyes. "Relax," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Trust me."
Daphne nodded, though she wasn't quite sure she did trust him. But she was too lost in the moment to do anything but obey. Harry's fingers joined his tongue, one sliding into her wet pussy while another circled her tight hole, teasing and loosening her up. She watched as he added a second digit to the mix, pushing gently into her ass.
The sensation was strange, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that unfurled deep within her. Harry's movements grew more confident, his tongue swirling around her asshole as his fingers pumped into her pussy. He was preparing her, getting her body used to the idea of something larger invading her most intimate space. Daphne's eyes grew heavy-lidded as she watched him, his head buried between her legs, his hair a messy halo around his flushed face.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice muffled against her skin.
"Ready for what?" she managed to croak out.
He smirked, pulling back to stand. "You'll see."
Her eyes followed him as he straightened, his hands moving to the button of his own jeans. He unzipped them, revealing his hard cock, which stood at attention. Daphne's gaze fell to the thick shaft, her own desire spiking at the sight.
"Bend over," Harry instructed, his voice firm.
Daphne hesitated for a moment before complying, placing her palms on the mirror. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was to come. Harry stepped up behind her, his cock nudging against her ass. He slowly dropped a glob of spit with practiced ease, his fingers sliding into her to ease the way.
The first sensation of his cock pressing against her tight asshole was intense. Daphne gritted her teeth, her body tensing as he pushed forward. Harry was careful, taking his time, his hands on her hips as he slowly entered her. She could feel herself stretching, the discomfort giving way to a deep, burning pleasure that made her toes curl.
"Fuck," she murmured, the word a hiss between her teeth.
"You're doing so well," Harry said, his voice strained with his own effort. "So tight."
Inch by inch, he pushed deeper, his cock filling her in a way she hadn't known was possible. Daphne's eyes widened in the mirror, watching as Harry's hips met her ass, his erection fully sheathed inside her. The pressure was intense, but she found herself pushing back against him, wanting more. Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to thrust.
Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She had never felt so full, so exposed, so claimed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small room, mingling with their harsh breaths and the occasional moan that slipped from her lips. Daphne's legs trembled, but she managed to stay upright, her knuckles white on the mirror.
Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices running down the insides of her thighs. Harry's hand found her clit, his thumb rubbing it in slow, torturous circles that had her panting for more. The pleasure was building, a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her. Daphne had never felt this way before—like she was on the edge of something so intense it might just consume her.
"You're so tight," Harry groaned, his strokes growing faster, more demanding. "So perfect."
The words sent a fresh rush of arousal through her, making her clench around his cock. He leaned over her, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple through the fabric of the sweater. Daphne arched her back, pushing her chest out, silently begging for more. Harry took the hint, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her neck as his hand moved to the front of her pants, his fingers sliding inside to find her swollen clit.
Her orgasm was sudden and explosive, ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. She screamed, her legs giving out, but Harry held her up, his cock still pounding into her ass as her body spasmed. The sensation was amazing, full of pleasure, —intense, all-consuming, and utterly humiliating.
And yet, she didn't want it to stop. Her hands gripped the mirror tighter as Harry continued to fuck her, his own orgasm building, and with a final, desperate thrust, Harry came, his warmth filling her ass as he groaned her name. Daphne's eyes rolled back in her head, her own climax following closely behind his. They stood there for a moment, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat.
Slowly, Harry withdrew from her, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made Daphne's cheeks heat up even more. She stepped out of her jeans, her legs wobbly, and turned to face him, her cheeks flushed.
He smirked, wiping a strand of hair from his forehead. "Well, that was..."
"Insane," she finished for him, her voice shaky. "I can't believe we just did that."She felt a strange mix of exhilaration and disbelief. She had just had sex with Harry Potter—in a Muggle store's fitting room, no less.
They managed to compose themselves enough to leave the fitting room, and Daphne slipped the red sweater over her head, the fabric caressing her skin. Harry watched her with a knowing smile, his eyes lingering on her body. She could feel the warmth between her legs, a constant reminder of what had just transpired.
They walked out of the boutique, and Daphne took a deep breath of the London air. It felt somehow cleaner now, or maybe it was just the aftermath of their encounter that made everything seem more vivid. Harry's hand found hers again, and she didn't pull away. They strolled down the street, their conversation a mix of laughter and shared glances, the tension between them thick with unspoken desire.
The bookstore was their next stop, and as they stepped inside, Daphne felt a thrill run through her. The rows of books called to her, their spines a promise of new worlds and adventures. Harry led her to the science fiction section, his eyes twinkling as he pointed out various titles.
"I think you'll like this one," he said, pulling out a book titled "Dune." "It's got politics, intrigue, and a whole bunch of stuff that would make Malfoy's head spin."
Daphne took the book, her eyes scanning the back cover. "It sounds..." she trailed off, not quite sure what to say.
"Good?" Harry offered.
"Different," she said, her voice thoughtful.
"That's the beauty of the Muggle world," Harry said with a grin. "It's full of things that are different. And sometimes, that's just what we need."
They continued to browse, their hands brushing together as they reached for books. The air was charged with something electric, something that had been building all day. Based on the looks Harry was seeing Daphne shoot his way, he would go as far to say the Slytherin was enjoying herself immensely, much to his pleasure.
As they left the store, the sun was peeking through the ever-present clouds over London, casting a warm glow over the city. Harry took her to a quiet little park, and they sat down on a bench, the city's sounds muffled by the trees. He leaned in, his hand resting on her thigh, his thumb stroking small circles through the fabric of her skirt.
Their eyes met, and she knew what was going to happen next. Harry leaned in, and Daphne met him halfway, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss that stole her breath away. When they finally pulled apart, Daphne's cheeks were flushed, and her heart was racing. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I've got an idea," Harry said, his eyes gleaming. "Let's go watch a movie."
The suggestion made Daphne blush even deeper, the memory of their last tryst in the fitting room playing in her mind like a naughty reel of film. "Or," Harry said, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, "we could go for round two."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard. "Here?" she asked, glancing around the crowded street.
"Why not?" Harry shrugged, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "We're in the Muggle world now. No one knows who we are, and if you really want to, we can put up a notice me not and muggle repelling charms."
Daphne's eyes widened with excitement. "But what's a movie?" she asked, genuinely curious.
--
It was a large dark room with a massive moving picture projected onto the wall, Daphne came to discover, as they sat in the almost empty theater towards the back where they would have plenty of space to themselves. Harry had bought two tickets to a film about a murderer attacking a bunch of teenagers while wearing robes and a mask, and Daphne couldn't figure out if it was supposed to be a serious horror or more of a comedy, but it was fun and intriguing nonetheless.
As the movie played, Harry leaned in closer to Daphne, his hand sliding up her thigh, before unbuttoning the jeans he had bought her earlier. She shivered with excitement, her heart racing as his fingers brushed against her damp panties. She had never felt so alive, so alive in a way that made her want to scream and beg for more.
Daphne's breath hitched as Harry slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers finding her clit and giving it a gentle squeeze. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes flicking to the screen and then back to Harry, who was watching her intently. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting against her ear.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered, his voice a tease, because he knew exactly how she would respond.
Daphne's breath hitched, but she didn't move away. Instead, she leaned into him, her hand coming up to cover his on her thigh. "No," she murmured. "Don't stop."
With a smug smile, Harry obeyed. He slid off the bench and onto the floor, his eyes never leaving hers as he tugged her jeans and panties down to her ankles. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine, but the heat from Harry's gaze kept her warm.
Her heart was a wild drum in her chest as she felt his mouth press against her sensitive flesh. His tongue slid along her slit, and she had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. The sensation was intense, and she knew she wouldn't last long. Harry's hands held her thighs apart, keeping her in place as he feasted on her.
He groaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body, as he found her clit and began to suck gently. Daphne's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure washing over her in waves. It was all she could do not to buck her hips against his face. She felt his tongue swirl around the sensitive nub, his teeth grazing it ever so slightly. It was heaven and hell all at once, the best kind of torture she had ever felt.
But as the movie on the screen grew more intense, her fear of being caught was slowly replaced by a different kind of fear. The fear of the unknown, of the killer lurking in the shadows. The film's soundtrack crescendoed, and just as the masked killer appeared on the screen, the tension in the theater was palpable. A scream pierced the air, and without thinking, Daphne's legs clamped down around Harry's head, trapping him in place.
Her reaction was instinctual, a reflex to the horror unfolding before her eyes. Harry, startled, took it as a cue to be more aggressive, his tongue pushing harder against her clit, his teeth grazing it in a way that was just shy of painful. The scream on the screen melded with her own muffled sounds of pleasure, as Harry's roughness pushed her closer to the edge.
Daphne's breathing grew ragged, her hand still over her mouth as Harry's teeth pinched her clit. Her hips jerked, her body desperately seeking more of the delicious pressure. He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her pussy, and she could feel his cock straining against his pants. He reached up, his hands slipping under her sweater to cup her breasts.
Her eyes flew open in surprise as Harry's thumbs rolled over her hardened nipples. The sudden sensation made her gasp, the sound lost in the din of the screaming movie-goers. The horror on the screen melded with the intense pleasure Harry was giving her, creating a bizarre yet thrilling mix of fear and desire. She watched in the flickering light as his hands moved, his fingers playing with her sensitive flesh. The sight of his dark head between her legs, the feel of his rough hands on her breasts, was almost too much to handle.
He took his time, savoring her flavor and the way her body responded to his touch. Each squirm and gasp from her was music to his ears, a symphony of pleasure that he conducted with expert strokes of his tongue. Daphne's thighs quivered around his face as he lapped at her, her sweet juices coating his mouth. The warmth of her pussy was intoxicating, and Harry found himself lost in the moment, his cock growing harder with each passing second.
The tension built until it was almost unbearable, Daphne's hips rolling involuntarily, her body begging for release. Harry felt it, the moment she was about to shatter, and he didn't hold back. He sucked hard on her clit, his fingers plunging into her pussy, and she let out a muffled scream as she came. Her body convulsed around his hand, her pussy clenching down on his fingers, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Daphne's legs trembled as Harry gently pulled away, her juices shining on his lips. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. He licked them clean, savoring the taste of her, before standing and offering her a hand up. She took it, her legs wobbly as she stepped over him to straddle his lap.
Her hands went to his belt, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buckle before managing to free it. Harry's pants fell open, revealing his hard cock that bobbed with anticipation. Daphne looked at it for a moment, her breathing shallow, before reaching down to touch him. He was hot and firm, pulsing in her hand, and she couldn't resist giving him a gentle squeeze.
Guiding her hand to his cock, Harry whispered in her ear, "Take a ride, Daphne." He positioned himself so that the head of his cock was nestled at her entrance, and she lowered herself onto him with a soft gasp. His hands were on her hips, his grip firm but gentle, urging her down. She could feel every inch of him filling her, stretching her in a way that was both exhilarating and slightly painful.
The movie's soundtrack swelled with tension, matching the pounding in Daphne's chest as she started to move. Her movements were tentative at first, unsure of herself in this muggle setting. But as Harry's hands began to guide her, she grew bolder, her hips rising and falling in time with the rhythm of the film's score. The sensation of him inside her was intense, and she couldn't help but let out small whimpers of pleasure that mingled with the screams from the screen.
His hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts, his thumbs playing with her still-sensitive nipples. Daphne leaned into him, her eyes half-lidded as she rode him in the flickering darkness. The movie was forgotten, replaced by the more intimate show playing out between them. Harry's cock was a living, pulsing part of her now, and she couldn't get enough.
Her hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss, as her head turned sideways to meet his lips. His teeth nipped at her bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned into his mouth, her hips moving faster, grinding down onto him with a need that was almost desperate. Harry groaned, his hands tightening on her, his own pleasure mounting.
The room grew hotter, the sounds of their lovemaking echoing off the walls. Daphne didn't care if someone heard, she was too lost in the moment. Harry's hand slid down her body, his thumb finding her clit again. He circled it with expert precision, matching the tempo of her movements. The pleasure grew, coiling tight in her belly until it was a live wire, threatening to snap.
Her breath grew ragged, her movements erratic. She was close, so close. Harry could feel it, the way her pussy was clenching around him. He picked up his pace, his thrusts growing more urgent. Daphne's eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back as she gave herself over to the sensation.
The movie's climax was approaching, and so was theirs. Harry's cock was a steel rod, plunging in and out of her tight, wet heat. She felt the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold it anymore. With a scream that was muffled by Harry's mouth, Daphne came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
But Harry didn't stop. He kept going, his strokes powerful and demanding. Daphne's pussy was soaking wet, her juices slickening his cock as he continued to fuck her. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, and she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to hold on.
Her movements grew more frantic, her hips bucking against him, her pussy tightening around him. Harry could feel the second wave of pleasure about to crash over her, and he quickened his pace, driving into her with all his might. Daphne threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came again, her body shaking with the force of it.
Her walls spasmed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing, milking his cock. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head, his own orgasm threatening to overtake him. But he held on, his teeth gritted with determination. He wanted Daphne to have one more, to feel the full extent of the pleasure he could give her.
And so he didn't stop. His hands roamed her body, finding her clit again and again, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The theater was a blur around them, the only thing in focus was the delicious friction between their bodies. Daphne's breath grew ragged, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure as she felt another orgasm building.
Her body was a tight coil, wound so tight she thought she might shatter. And then she did, her third climax hitting her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and leaving her gasping for breath. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his own body tensing as he felt her pussy convulse around his cock.
With a roar, he finally allowed himself to come, his hot seed filling her as he bucked his hips up into her. Daphne's eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed against his chest, her body boneless and exhausted. They sat there for a moment, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in sync.
The movie's end credits began to roll, and the lights in the theater began to brighten. Daphne looked around, suddenly aware of their surroundings. But there was no one to see them, no one to judge the wild, depraved thing they had just done. It was just the two of them, in a world that was both alien and thrillingly intimate.
They pulled apart, Harry helping her to her feet and straightening her clothes. Daphne couldn't stop smiling, her cheeks flushed with the aftermath of pleasure. She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "That was..."
"Fun wasn't it?" He smiled at her as she nuzzled her head into his. "Would you like to go back to Hogwarts now, would you like to get some food first?"
Her eyes lit up at the mention of food. "Maybe just one more thing before we go," she said, remembering the bakery they had passed by earlier. "Could we go to that bakery we saw earlier by the boutique before we go back?"
"Of course," Harry said, his smile widening. "Whatever you want." Plus, another taxi ride would be pretty fun, and Harry was always up for an opportunity to get his cock sucked by a beautiful woman.
--
The next morning, as the sun streamed through the windows of the Great Hall, casting long shadows across the ancient table of Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson approached Harry and Daphne at breakfast with a look of feigned indifference that screamed jealousy.
"Potter," she said, her voice sharp and her eyes narrowed, "I heard you took Greengrass to that... that... Muggle world yesterday. It's not fair that she gets to experience it and I don't. Take me next time."
Harry looked up from his eggs, a smirk playing on his lips. "Pansy," he drawled, "are you asking for a date?"
Daphne stifled a laugh, watching the exchange with amusement. The blush that spread across Pansy's cheeks was answer enough. "It's not a date," she snapped. "But if you're going to gallivant around with Hogwart's finest, I want in on the fun."
With a sly grin, Harry gestured to the empty seat next to him. "Sit down, Pansy," he said, his voice low and smooth. "There's plenty of fun to be had. We can go next week, as long as you don't wear any underwear."
Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, her eyes going wide with shock and embarrassment. She stuttered for a moment before finding her voice. "W-what?" she sputtered, her hands flying to her hips.
"You heard me," Harry said, his grin never wavering. "No underwear. It's the only way to truly experience the Muggle world."
Pansy's cheeks burned hotter than a dragon's breath, and she could feel the eyes of the surrounding Slytherins on her. But something about the challenge in Harry's voice had her intrigued. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Fine," she spat out, her voice a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "But you better make it worth it, Potter."
'Oh it'll be worth it,' Harry thought, remembering just how skilled the Slytherin girl was while pretending she wasn't desperate for his cock. It promised to be a fun trip indeed. 'Thank God it's not just the wizarding world that's part of the simulation. Maybe I should go back to Surrey and have some fun there. There's a cute woman that works at the cafe in the train station, she seems like she could be a lot of fun.'
He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice that Daphne had gone completely still for five whole minutes, completely unresponsive to the world around her.