Chapter Four: Getting to know all about you.
Daphne Greengrass was sitting in the upstairs parlour at Grimmauld place, looking at Harry guardedly.
"So," said Harry awkwardly, "We should um, get to know one another."
"We're not having sex or kissing" she said.
Harry nodded, and tried to swallow.
"Good. You understand," she said.
"So um, What are you going to um, use your political power for?" asked Harry.
"Making pink dresses on middle-aged witches illegal" said Daphne firmly. "Umbridge was ghastly. Oh and, protecting Hogwarts from ministry interference."
Harry wondered if he was for against all of that. And worried a little.
"Oh and getting rid of oppressive old laws" she added "Making young witches safe from marriage contracts, for one thing. Did you know there are still marriage contracts around, to this day. Magical and inescapable. How ghastly."
Harry nodded, and hoped there wasn't more horrible stuff he didn't know about.
"What about… reforming the muggle-born registration stuff?" he asked cautiously.
"Well that has to go, obviously. It wasn't that way when I was a first year, and it has caused so much suffering, and closed so many good shops. Foretescues closed. Can you believe that. The only decent ice-cream shop in Diagon alley. Shows what monsters the deposed government were."
Harry's brain felt like he'd been hit with a rubber chicken. She was… simultaneously trying to do some good things, and at the same time, completely mental.
"Oh, and mandatory human health lessons at Hogwarts for …. twelve-year-olds, and make protective measures freely available. I mean, Weasley caught it from someone but Poppy said that in a certain set it really did the rounds of the castle. That sort of thing needs to stop. Stuffy old men and stuffier old women are preventing medical measures that would stop… the spread" said Daphne.
Harry blinked. Health classes? What would that ever cover.
"How babies are made, or prevented so Poppy doesn't have to cover things up, or help people quietly leave school," said Daphne "It's ridiculous."
Harry blushed. That kind of health.
"What about werewolves?" asked Harry.
"Well they're evil" said Daphne bluntly "Except for Professor Lupin, though Defence against dark arts should be made optional. It was really creepy, and the Carrows made it Torture-curse a Gryffindor class. It's not educational, and casting it leaves one feeling just ghastly."
"But people need to know how to defend themselves," said Harry, louder than he intended.
She rolled her eyes at him, and he felt seen.
"Well, what are your big ideas then?" she asked.
"Death Eaters all go to prison this time" said Harry.
Daphne nodded.
"And social workers. That come around and check on children as they're growing up. Specially orphans," said Harry.
"For children like you" said Daphne curiously.
"Tom Riddle… called himself Voldemort, he grew up in a muggle orphanage. And that ended badly for everyone" said Harry.
"Well we'll make that illegal. Magical children have to be placed into magical households." said Daphne.
"Unless they're muggleborn," said Harry "That whole thing about taking all the muggleborns…. it's a terrible idea."
"Just trying to change the law to suit your friends" said Daphne bluntly "So that there can be more Grangers."
"Well that… " said Harry "She's a bloody good witch. It's just… everything's so different when you start Hogwarts."
"Well then they need to go to a special school," said Daphne. "Like Hogwarts. Before Hogwarts."
"Its not that easy. It'd just be full of muggleborns" said Harry. "A summer school. A few weeks every summer to learn about… just how things work, what everything's called."
"As long as real witches don't have to go," said Daphne. "It was bad enough having lessons before Hogwarts without going to school."
"Lessons?" asked Harry.
"Reading, writing, Latin, deportment, music. Lessons, you know." said Daphne., frowning "We don't just arrive at Hogwarts and learn to Read."
"What school was that? Asked Harry.
"Tracey's mother," said Daphne "She's our neighbour and a good tenant always helps out their landowner."
"Not everyone's bloody rich" snapped Harry.
"Well you are," said Daphne.
"Denis and Collin's dad is a milkman. He delivers milk to houses. They really struggled paying for school supplies." said Harry crossly, not mentioning the Weasleys, who he had a pretty fair idea of Daphne's opinions of.
"Well… a bigger endowment for Hogwarts, so it can pay for charity cases." said Daphne. "And there needs to be rule about what people can wear outside classes. Some people came in baggy ragged clothes, some sort of muggle fashion."
It took Harry a few moments to realise that Daphne was referring to Dudley's old clothes. His blood boiled. "That" he snapped "Was because …. I only had my cousins old clothes."
"More reasons muggleborns and orphans should be brought up by proper witches and wizards" said Daphne.
Harry totally agreed, but was also cross with her , so he faced the other way.
Sirius came in ten minutes later, to see them both facing in opposite directions.
"Oh had a bit of a lovers tiff," he said sarcastically.
"Potter is determined to change everything." said Daphne.
"She's no better than bloody Malfoy," replied Harry.
"Take that back!" said Daphne, outraged "I'm not a death eater. I hated using the torture curse in classes. Its awful and makes you feel dirty on the inside."
"You what?" asked Sirius, sounding shocked.
"The Carrows, they made us torture the mudbloods and rebels in Defence Class." said Daphne.
"Bloody Snape" snapped Harry "It's one thing keeping a low profile, but that is ridiculous."
"Headmaster Snape made sure they got potions, I think" said Daphne "Colin said so often."
Harry started to get a picture in his minds-eye of what Hogwarts had really been like last year, and it wasn't good.
"You didn't know?" asked Daphne more softly.
"My friends didn't mention it" said Harry tightly "Though I had bigger things on my mind."
"Harry, ah… the thing is..." said Sirius awkwardly "If you're brought up in a pureblood – "
"Sacred twenty-eight" interrupted Daphne.
"Sacred twenty-eight house" continued Sirius "You never meet muggles, or muggleborns, or even many half-bloods. Why do you think your mum and dad fought hammer and tongs for six years."
"I thought that was dad asking mum out and Dad being an… arrogant toerag?" asked Harry.
"Well that too" admitted Sirius awkwardly "People like your mum… they end up pushing for change, and … teaching all the purebloods around them stuff."
"So Potters' mother was like Granger?" asked Daphne.
"Harry's mother was prefect, head girl and bloody marvellous at charms and potions." said Sirius. "If James hadn't been such a handsome, athletic, brilliant bloke, she'd have been far too good for him."
"Brilliant?" asked Daphne.
"He became an animagus while he was still at school" said Harry. "A stag, Sirius is a dog, and… wormtail …. Pettigrew a rat. All so they could be with Remus Lupin safely when he turned into a werewolf."
"He was a werewolf as a student!" exclaimed Daphne.
"Bitten as a small child to send a message to his parents. Greyback had his little ways." said Sirius.
"Where is Remus anyway?" asked Harry.
"At Andromeda's, changing nappies. He's on nappies for forever. Tonks thinks it's about time he did some work." said Sirius. "Andromeda's husband Ted died in the war, snatchers." he added.
"A werewolf changing nappies?" said Daphne.
"Well Teddy's his son, so it's fair enough." said Sirius. "He's the one that knocked up my little cousin. Speaking of which… Harry, there's a bottle of potion in your bathroom, one measuring cup a day, at least a day beforehand."
Harry went beet-red.
"As Harry's now humiliated, my work is done" Sirius said and left.
"Are you really expecting to… carry on?" asked Daphne awkwardly.
"I'm expecting to die of embarrassment first" said Harry honestly.
"Oh good" said Daphne "I'm not… that sort of girl."
"Oh, right" said Harry "But… you do snog ?"
"I mean" said Daphne, twisting her handkerchief in her hands "That I'm not… experienced."
Harry, having thought he had plumbed the depths of embarrassment, discovered that there were, in fact… more embarrassing things.
"Could you um..." said Daphne "Go to St Mungos… get a checkup. It's just… I don't want… pox."
Harry collapsed onto the couch, hoping that it would just… eat him.
"Can we just… draw the line at snogging" groaned Harry. "You're the one that gets all grabby and panting."
"I'm not made of Stone!" protested Daphne.
"You what?" asked Harry, sitting up and looking over at her. She had a pinched look on her face and her hands were wrapped in twisted handkerchief.
"Getting snogged by a big strong wizard who is Literally the saviour of the whole country. It's just a natural reaction" said Daphne. "You don't exactly complain."
"It's great" admitted Harry's mouth. He swallowed. Stupid mouth.
"I uh… really don't want anything nasty" asked Daphne. "And they can do something about your weight. You're really thin."
"There wasn't much food on the run. We ran out of money" admitted Harry.
"Couldn't you… have gone to a …. homeless person meal place or something?" asked Daphne.
"Lots of places were watched. I had a massive bounty on my head" said Harry.
"It was very big" said Daphne, and her face slowly pinkened. "Um… Harry?" she asked.
"What?" asked Harry.
"How… big Are you?" she asked. Harry felt his face practically catch on fire.
"In case… I need to take special precautions" said Daphne.
"Quite… normal" said Harry, wondering if he could just vanish himself to avoid this conversation.
""Could you um… measure… and give me the numbers. Just in case" said Daphne.
"Measure?" asked Harry.
"With a ruler. We're… not doing that." said Daphne.
"You want me to… measure?"
"Just in case." said Daphne hurriedly.
"What's really going on?" asked Harry.
"It's just… Pansy says Draco's bigger" said Daphne. "And you two did spend six years practically having dick-measuring contests"
"I'm not" said Harry stiffly "Measuring my tackle so you and Pansy can have a 'My boyfriend's bigger contest'"
"Oh it's small then" said Daphne nodding.
"It is not small!" said Harry.
"At least it won't hurt" said Daphne drily.
"Besides, why would Pansy believe any measurements I told you" said Harry bitterly.
"Because there's such a thing as a magical vow." said Daphne.
"They're really dangerous" snapped Harry. "Not for silly crap like dick-size contests."
"It can wait" said Daphne. "I'm sure you'll be flopping it out soon enough"
"I am not" protested a beetroot in the shape of Harry Potter "Flopping it out!"
Daphne blinked "You say that." she said "Once you're got a clean bill of health, you'll change your tune."
"Are you trying to wind me up?" asked Harry.
"Not trying" said Daphne "You're wound." She smiled blandly in Harry's general direction.
"Why wind me up?" asked Harry.
"Because you get all indignant and up on your dignity. It's amusing" said Daphne. "And I really want to put Pansy in her place. There's no way in hell she's coming back to school as a prefect next year after… her allegiances this year."
"Is she actually thick?" asked Harry.
"Just spoiled," said Daphne blandly, and Harry resisted the urge to make a wisecrack.
After Daphne left, Harry thought about their meeting. Good points, he knew a lot more about her. Bad points… he knew a lot more about her. She was spoilt little princess, and wanted him to go to St Mungo's.
He therefore put off going to St Mungo's for a day.
St Mungo's was chaotic and noisy and… Harry got wildly preferential treatment, and was whisked off to an examination room by a green-robed healer.
"I've had a rough year" Harry admitted "Lost a lot of weight, and… I need a checkup. For… diseases."
"I saw you got engaged to a long-time ally in Slytherin" said the female Healer, looking amused "The charm takes a minute" she said, and cast a spell on Harry's lap. A purple glow emanated.
"Healthy" she said, and scribbled off a parchment, and stamped it. "This sort of thing is quite routine" she added "I just wish they taught health classes at Hogwarts. It's a hotbed of infections and teenage pregnancy."
Harry held out his hand.
"Oh we'll owl it to her mother" said the Healer, and Harry's heart stopped. "It's quite an ordinary thing. Your guardian… Black will doubtless get one too."
"You couldn't… do a size check" asked Harry, and the healer burst out laughing.
"Oh she used that old one on you" giggled the healer "Oh. That takes me back. Fifth year in dorms, twitting boyfriends into all sorts of stupid escapades. Ahh… memories."
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You are, however" said the healer more seriously "Quite emaciated. I'll prescribe some nutrition potions, and a very limited supply of weight gain potion. It's mentally addicting for some people, so you're only getting two weeks worth. You will need to eat as many meals as you can manage, small ones to start with – "
"I already know about that" interrupted Harry.
Harry went to the dispensary and picked up his potions, in a brown paper bag labelled 'St Mungos: Most people get better.'
The potions tasted awful, and gave Harry a gnawing pain in his stomach that reappeared every four hours. After a week of eating nineteen different kinds of takeaway, which was Sirius's solution to everything., Harry couldn't see all his ribs any more. He explained his voracious eating.
"I should get some of that" said Sirius thoughtfully. "I'm not on the kiss-on-sight list any more, I could go to the hospital."
Sirius flooed off to St Mungos, Harry thinking blackly… to get tested for pox.
Harry was eating at the kitchen table when the fireplace flared up and Daphne Greengrass came in.
"You're eating?" she asked, shaking off floo-soot.
"Potions for the starvation," said Harry "Make me very hungry."
"Good" said Daphne, who was looking better than she had at Hogwarts.
"You've caught up on sleep?" asked Harry.
"A bit," she admitted "Still having nightmares."
Harry nodded "Yeah." he said.
"You have nightmares?" Asked Daphne "Harry Potter has nightmares?"
Harry nodded "A lot," he admitted "It's been a tough seven years."
"Maybe… you need to get treatment for that?" asked Daphne.
"My ribs aren't all showing" said Harry.
"Well, show me?" asked Daphne.
"I'm not just taking my shirt off in the kitchen" said Harry.
"Well… your bedroom then, but no … throwing me on the bed" said Daphne.
Harry's pants tightened a bit, and he led an actual, live human girl into his bedroom at Grimmauld place.
"It's quite dilapidated" she said politely.
"The cleaners and renovators are coming next week" observed Harry.
"Well, show me?" asked Daphne. "I'm practically your personal physician"
Harry undid his shirt and opened it. Daphne nodded "You look much healthier" she said.
Harry did up his shirt.
"What are you doing?" asked Daphne.
"Doing up my shirt" said Harry.
"I suppose," said Daphne "You do still look a little sickly".
"What!" said Harry indignantly.
"Well it's not like I'm taking off My shirt" said Daphne. "I suppose it's fair."
"Daphne" said Harry patiently "You're blackmailing me. It's not the most romantic way to end up engaged to a girl!"
"Not really" admitted Daphne.
"I'm glad you agree" said Harry, stuffing the ends of his shirt into his jeans.
"I'm not really blackmailing you" said Daphne quietly. "Not if you do what I want."
"That's the definition of blackmail!" said Harry.
"No it isn't," said Daphne, "I'm not making you do anything you don't want to."
Harry glared.
"It's not like I supported their regime," said Daphne.
"You didn't?"
"No" said Daphne "As Sirius said, I just don't spend much time around half-bloods except Tracey. That will change now of course."
Harry crossed his arms, feeling cross.
"Don't look cross," said Daphne, "You were happy enough to get kissed last night"
"What were you doing in the dungeon room anyway?" asked Harry.
"I like to snoop around when I can't sleep" admitted Daphne "And pass a little information on, and even catch Potterwatch, if I can get to the safe house."
"You listened to Potterwatch?" asked Harry.
"And it was clear that the Gringotts robbery wasn't what the Prophet made it out to be. The denials were particularity badly written." said Daphne "I knew something was going on."
"So you were on our side?" asked Harry.
"A bit" Daphne offered. "Not on their side, just stuck in the Slytherin common room with them."
"Right" said Harry mechanically.
Silence, and Daphne went to Harry's desk, and inspected it, looked in the desk drawers and pulled the chair away and sat up on the desk top.
"You are a bit of a snooper, aren't you?" asked Harry.
"What's in the room across the hall?" asked Daphne, swinging her feet.
"Regulus Black's room. Sirius's brother. He was a Slytherin, became a death eater, then betrayed Voldemort. He died in the first war, but helped us beat him. I can't say how."
"You can't say? Or Won't say?" asked Daphne.
"It's a secret and terrible dark magic, and well… it lets evil bastards like Voldemort do what he did." said Harry. "Best people no all know how."
"So… is there anything cool in there?" asked Daphne "You apparently like semi-naked muggles draped on … machines?"
"Sirius put those up when he was fifteen to upset his mother" explained Harry "Permanent sticking charms."
Daphne walked over and peered at one "She seems… very keen on the machine"
"Motorbike. Sirius made a flying one," explained Harry.
"I hope you don't expect me to carry on like that," said Daphne. "It looks very… uncomfortable"
Harry felt his face going red. "No" he croaked out.
"And I don't own leather underwear," said Daphne, eyeing Harry.
Harry blushed still further. "Can you not do that" he groaned.
Daphne giggled. "You look so funny," she said, "So embarrassed."
Harry stood up "Look, it's all very funny for you, but this is really stressful" he said.
Daphne stopped giggling and was staring fixedly at Harry's trousers, "Crikey" she said. Harry looked down and his trousers were horribly tented by his erection. "Fuck" he muttered and turned his back and rearranged things.
"You say… that's normal?" asked Daphne. "Seems quite… large."
"Large?" asked harry, his pant-situation under control, he turned back to face her.
"A lot bigger than a wand or a finger" she said.
Harry nodded "Fine, wind me up" he said.
"I was hoping for a kiss actually" said Daphne "But you're clearly… too… engorged for rational thought" she said awkwardly.
Harry took a deep breath "Look, I can keep a lid on it. We can … talk and snog" Harry said.
"And after you've snogged me till my head's spinning… you'll jump on me" said Daphne with a sigh.
"Not helping" said Harry.
Daphne got up off the desk and looked at Harry's bedside table, where a glass and a cloth to wipe his glasses lay. She pulled the drawer open.
"Don't look in there!" Harry called out, and leapt towards his bedside table.
Daphne pulled the drawer open, and there in plain sight was the dog-eared old magazine Sirius had left there. With a picture of a semi-naked woman on the cover. Daphne picked it up.
Harry was awkwardly close, and he backed off "It's not what it looks like" said Harry "Sirius left it here. He'd been using this room till… till he died."
Daphne opened the magazine and gasped. "She's naked!" said Daphne, and she turned the magazine sideways "What the blazes… oh my!" she said.
"Um" said Harry "I'm not a pervert" he said hurriedly.
"You're a teenage boy" said Daphne bluntly, and turned several pages, "Oh… that really can happen. Oh my" said Daphne, her neck blushing, her face still … made featureless by makeup, Harry realised. She turned a page and Harry's pants tightened painfully. A girl was looking at … nudie pictures… racy nudie pictures in his bedroom.
"Oh Merlin," said Daphne, her hands shaking "Is that? That can't be pleasant." she shuddered, and closed the magazine. She sat down hurriedly on the bed, and took a deep breath.
"Clearly" said Daphne "we need to talk about… things."
Harry edged to the door "With the door shut, I think?" he asked.
"If you try anything, I will hex you" she said.
Harry closed the door, and swung the bolt over.
"Now" said Daphne "You've clearly been exposed to all kinds of muggle filth and depravity" she said, and cleared her throat "Whereas I am a well brought up… inexperienced witch."
"Er" said Harry.
Daphne got up from the bed and walked over to Harry. She was, Harry realised, quite a bit shorter than him, making up for it in … bluster mostly. Hermione was taller, he realised.
"I need a drink" said Daphne "A very large drink, then we're going to… continue to get acquainted with one another."
"You're blackmailing me, we're engaged, and now you tease me" said Harry.
"If I hadn't come up with that idea, down in the dungeons, do you think I would be engaged to Harry Slytherins-are-too-evil-for-me Potter?" asked Daphne.
"What?" asked Harry, ruffling the stupid bit on the back on his head that always stands up anyway.
"I saw an opportunity to get something I wanted, and I took it." said Daphne. "It's the house of the Ambitious"
"Money and political power" said Harry nodding.
"Er… more… a cute green-eyed wizard really" admitted Daphne. "But money and power are nice too."
Harry's brain slowed down again, like he'd been hit with an overpowered impediment jinx.
"You… wanted to… date me?" asked Harry.
"Everyone dreamed of Harry Potter… especially… in seventh year. Someone to save us." said Daphne. "And you actually did." she said, tilted her head "Fancy a snog?"
"Snog?" asked Harry.
Daphne stepped right over into Harry's face, leaned upwards a little and kissed him "Snog" she murmured.
Harry's hands started thinking for themselves and held the girl in front of him around the waist. She leaned back on his arms "Oh Mr Potter" she said. "Do you think you could snog me?
Harry gave it a really good try, and her hands knotted into his hair. Which was quite pleasant, and her lips were warm and soft and… she tasted nice. One of Harry's arms decided to hold her a bit closer and she groaned in his arms. Snogging continued, till Harry was feeling quite out of breath.
Daphne looked up at him, her lips pinker than he recalled, eyes large "You are quite a good kisser" she said, breathing heavily, and pressed against his… terribly uncomfortable pants. Her um...chest pressed against him in a way that was reminiscent of snogging Ginny… only...different. Largely because more was pressing against him. His hands on her waist decided to split up, one up her back..which felt quite… back-like and the other onto … the bum of her robes, where… there was bum and it was… more bum than Harry had grabbed before. Daphne inhaled sharply "Mr Potter, you have grabbed my bottom," she said quite properly.
"Er yes" said Harry.
"Well I can only expect more of the same then" said Daphne, and one of her hands let go his hair, slid down his side in tickley way and grabbed his bum, like she was using his bum as a quaffle.
"Miss Greengrass," said Harry aping her earlier comment, "You've grabbed my bum"
"I have two," said Daphne, and Harry's brain froze. Did she really mean that? His other hand grabbed bum, and Daphne for some reason practically leapt onto him and started kissing him forcefully while holding his bum.
His other hand decided that her head needed held, and … while He'd held Ginny's head while snogging before, Daphne was… different. She bulged. And groaned.
"Harry" she said in a husky voice "There's a bed. We could lie down."
And in a weird cross between a dance and an assault, Harry ended up on his bed, on his side, snogging Daphne Greengrass, who was still kissing him. Vague recollections of one or two snogs on beds came to mind, then Daphne pushed him over and climbed heavily onto him, to start kissing again.
Being used as furniture… even fully clothed was… different, but she kissed him over and over and… it felt good. His lap was in full-scale revolt by now, and one of his hands decided to pull up her robes a bit and grab her bum. Daphne moaned then … spread her legs and sat astride Harry, in a very uncomfortable way, and was half tangled in her robes.
"Bloody robes" she muttered, and started undoing the neck of her robe. Harry's hands decided that holding her bum made sense right now. Once Daphne had loosened the neck ,she climbed off, nearly kneeing Harry in the balls, and pulled off her dress robe. She wasn't, to Harry's relief and disappointment, naked. She was wearing a silky shirt and a slip, which she evidently decided to keep on, and climbed back aboard Harry. Her legs split, the slip rode up and thighs braced across his waist, Daphne's bum on his lap, the thighs… exposed milky white skin. The view was blocked by Daphne bending down and kissing Harry forcefully.
What could he do. He did the only thing possible under the circumstances, and grabbed her bum, silky slip dragged tight across it. She ground her hips onto Harry's uncomfortable pants, and Harry just tried to keep up.
Then Greengrass… Daphne undid Harry's shirt and started kissing his chest. Which was… nice… then she tickled him by sucking on his nipples. Blimey.
"Oy" said Harry "Stop"
Daphne raised her head, her hair loose and… like a short blonde mane. She was flushed and looked… absolutely gorgeous.
"Stop?" asked Daphne.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"Were' snogging" said Daphne.
"Snogging is clothes mostly on" said Harry. "This is I dunno. Nearly doing it."
"Am I doing it wrong?" asked Daphne a little uncertainly.
"Uh… no" said Harry. "Just… we hardly know each other"
"But I want to" said Daphne.
"We can talk to get to know each other" said Harry.
"I want to jump on your wand and bounce till I explode" said Daphne, and Harry blinked. "You.. want to..."
"Yes" said Daphne, sitting up and starting undoing the buttons to her blouse.
Harry watched, transfixed as the blouse opened and she threw it to the chair. She was wearing a white bra. A bigger bra than Ginny would wear. Because… more boob. Two boobs. Daphne caught his gaze "Oh… you like them?" asked Daphne "Are you a tit man, Harry Potter?"
"I" gulped Harry. Daphne pushed the sides of her bra together, showing more and more cleavage.
Harry's groin sent urgent messages to his brain, and the hands on her arse jumped magnetically to her breasts.
"Be gentle," said Daphne "But firm," she said breathily.
Harry…. massaged breasts for a bit, Daphne grinding on his lap.
The Daphne reached behind herself and undid the bra ,and dropped it off. Bare, her breasts, so much bigger than Ginny's sagged slightly, had pink nipples, like pencil erasers surrounded by goose-pimples. And they were warm and soft and when his thumbs rubbed her nipples she moaned. She had a smile on her face. "Keep doing that" she said softly, rocking her hips.
A bit later she said "Just a bit more" and pulled up her slip, reaching into her crotch and doing something… and she said "Keep going… please" in a half breath.
Harry barely managed to keep up with her fairly urgent movements, and finally Daphne stilled "Mmmm," she said. "Well… I'm a very happy girl."
She was a very flushed girl. All the way to both breasts. Both.. warm, slightly sticky breasts.
Daphne clambered off Harry, who groaned "I'm nearly dead".
"Get undressed then" asked Daphne.
"Undressed?" asked Harry, as Daphne pulled down her slip, revealing legs. Girl legs, topped by a pair of lacy knickers. Harry rolled off the bed and stood up, his trousers tented.
"Get those off, that looks really uncomfortable" said Daphne , covering her breasts with her hands.
Harry kicked off his trainers, ripped his shirt off, and undid his trousers, and pulled them down, leaving only soggy pants.
Daphne pulled the cover of the bed down and slid in, sliding over and flicking the covers down, making an inviting path for Harry "Get in" she said.
Harry decided then and there, and removed his pants.
"Oh my" said Daphne, freezing in the bed "That's… what it looks like"
Harry looked down. His manhood stood at full attention. He looked over at the naked girl in his bed "Hello" said Harry unable to think of anything to say, and got into the bed. Daphne had been doing something, and waved a pair of knickers on one hand, and tossed them aside, then slid against Harry "On your back!" she said.
Harry rolled over, and Daphne mounted his lap again… but more nakedly. She braced and a searching hand grabbed his willy, pulled it about… then... she slid on slowly.
Harry's eyes widened. The warm, firm sensation around his willy was amazing. If this was shagging, no wonder people did it anywhere they could.
His hands gabbed her waist, slid up to cup her breasts. The covers slid down and Daphne sat astride his lap, her bum barely covered, naked on his willy. She ground her hips, and instead of torture… it was… bloody great.
"I like this" said Harry incoherently.
"I think," said Daphne, lifting up a bit and lowering… which had Harry's manhood sending congratulations to the rest of Harry, "That shagging is very nice."
They continued to slowly explore for ages.
"Should we try going faster?" asked Daphne.
"Depends," asked Harry "You want me to go off… just… move a smidgen faster."
"You're that close?" she asked "Oh you poor thing," she said and started to raise and fall, then leaned forward, to kiss Harry and slip along him… Harry lasted under a minute with that much stimulation and groaned softly.
Daphne froze "That's…. you coming?" she asked. "Feels… odd" she said , and gyrated her hips. "Mmmm feels good."
"Ah… you need to get off" asked Harry. "It hurts for a bit.
"Hurts?" asked Daphne "I can't have hurt you, I was very gentle. I'm the virgin here."
"Uh… Daphne… you're not any more… and it hurts afterwards. Just does." said Harry.
"Well" said Daphne stilling "How soon before I can have some more?"
"A few minutes" offered Harry. "Maybe fifteen"
"I can… three times in that time" said Daphne indignantly "What sort of dreadful world is this?"
"Geroff" said Harry ,and Daphne lay beside Harry, who rolled on his side and started kissing Daphne.
"So you can kiss?"
"Everything but the willy" said Harry "For a bit"
Daphne directed Harry's hands and she helped too, soon panting "Oh a bit more… just a bit more" she asked.
When Daphne sighed gently and still Harry asked "So… without a willy?"
"Snuggle me" she said. Harry obliged.
Some time later, Harry started pulling the covers down on a flushed faced, messy haired Daphne.
Her shoulder, breasts, hips, legs bared Harry stared.
"Is there some reason to uncover me?" asked Daphne "I'm getting cold"
"To admire you," said Harry "You're beautiful. I'd love to see us… doing it."
"Not… under a cover," said Daphne. "Like that magazine."
Harry flicked the cover up and held her gently "You make me… horny. It's a pleasure to see you naked."
"Well, you could warm the room up," said Daphne. "Are you capable of… sex again yet?"
Harry got out of bed naked, found his wand , lit the fire and cast warming charms.
"Get back in bed" said Daphne. Harry obliged.
Daphne climbed onto Harry's lap again and … like last time… it was great.
"Good to be back in the saddle" said Daphne, with a wiggle. Harry pushed the covers away and admired the witch on his lap. Daphne turned her face away.
Harry grasped her hips and rocked. "Hey… face me… we're together in this"
"uhhh" said Daphne, and leaned down to snog forcefully.
Afterwards, Harry covered them up, and they lay together. The feeling of so much warm, soft and slightly sticky woman lying against him was somehow deeply soothing.
Daphne retrieved the magazine and flicked through it.
"Why would anyone do that?" she asked, and showed Harry a scene of a woman sucking a penis.
"A blow job?" asked Harry "I suppose it feels good"
"Oh THAT's a blow job. Apparently boys will do Anything for one" said Daphne. "You haven't?"
"Snogging." said Harry "Clothes on, some hands up shirts"
"And me. Oh… well… it doesn't look hard" said Daphne. Harry snorted.
"If I did that" asked Daphne "Do you think you'd get hard again sooner?"
"I expect so, you could also prance about naked, or play with your own nipples" said Harry honestly. She shook her head.
Daphne pulled the covers down and sat up and inspected Harry's lap. Her hand gingerly picked up his soft willy.
"Oh" said Daphne "It's like it's dead, like a flobberworm"
"Kiss of life" suggested Harry.
Daphne wriggled down the bed and eyed his willy, and gave it an experimental lick.
"Tastes of me" she observed and Harry's willy twitched.
She sat up "Oh merlin. I'm such a fool" she said.
"What?" asked Harry.
"This is why Pansy organised the sausage swallowing contest in dorms. I was so proud of winning" said Daphne.
Harry's willy twitched.
Daphne looked up at Harry's blushing face "there I was bragging about having a big mouth" she said, and blinked. "She must have been laughing herself silly later."
"Do you really?" asked Harry, and Daphne opened her mouth wide, and closed it "As you can see, quite large." Harry nodded downwards.
"Oh… you' think I should shut up and swallow?" asked Daphne and Harry groaned.
Daphne turned to Harry's manhood, now more erect.
"The mere threat seems effective," she said and gently took him in hand and licked. Harry inhaled sharply.
A few moments later, her pink lips wrapped around his manhood and she slid down his quickly stiffening organ. After a minute of gently sucking, she looked up at a glazed-eyed Harry.
She let him go "So you can resist the Imperious but not a blowjob?" she asked.
"Nuhuh," said Harry incoherently.
Her hand grabbed and squeezed. "Not quite hard enough yet" she said.
"Oh come on," said Harry "It's do, or … get more in your mouth. That's definitely going to help."
"Help you," said Daphne.
"You're in charge here," said Harry.
"Yes I could bite" said Daphne. Harry flinched. "I wouldn't" said Daphne gently "It's a friendly organ you've got there."
"I do so want to be your friend again today," said Harry.
Daphne lowered her head and Harry groaned.
A minute or so later, she lifted her head from his lap "That can't need more" she said, and licked her lips.
"Hop on" said Harry cheerfully "I'm sure I can manage it now"
And he lasted quite a long time too. Daphne groaned and kissed Harry deeply after a fifteen minute grind "Thanks" she said, and started rising.
"I'm not done yet" said Harry, putting his hands on the tops of her thighs and pressing down..
"But.. I…." said Daphne.
"Well, not yet for me" said Harry.
Two hours and another blowjob later, Daphne lay, red-faced on the bed, covered in sweat. "You're… done?" she asked.
"Getting actually sore," admitted Harry "Bravo thought.. .you're. Brilliant."
"There's such a thing as oral sex for women too" said Daphne.
Harry checked his watch "Shit" he said sharply "It's nearly six."
"Bugger," said Daphne, and got out of bed and hunted for her underwear. Harry drew his wand and summoned it.
"Here you go… Christ… you get really wet" said Harry.
"You're nice to ride even clothed" she admitted, scourgifying them, and getting dressed.
"You need" said Harry ,pulling on pants "To wear less clothes, specially next year. I see a lot of broom cupboards in our future."
"I like beds" said Daphne, pulling on her blouse.
Harry, shirtless stepped behind Daphne and held her, one hand caressing a breast, nuzzling the nape of her neck "Of really, not just… " he grabbed her bum "Pressing against a wall"
Daphne shivered "You're a monster." she said "Using a poor innocent pureblood witch" she said, pressing her bum into Harry's lap.
"Brace yourself on the desk" suggested Harry.
"I'm getting dressed not shagging" said Daphne primly, but Harry kneaded both her breasts.
"Hey I'm getting dressed," complained Daphne "Let me go"
Harry let her go, and she did up her blouse, Harry grabbed his shirt and dressed quickly, Daphne pulling on her robe and buttoning up.
"I'd best floo home" said Daphne.
"Daphne?" asked Harry "Use my bathroom, there's a mirror and stuff"
"Shame there wasn't time for a shower" said Daphne, and she left his bedroom.
Sirius looked at Harry over dinner.
"Getting to know Miss Greengrass?" he asked noncommittally.
"Something like that" said Harry.
"You've got lipstick all over your head" said Sirius.
Harry blushed.
"You two have an understanding now?" asked Sirius.
"Er… yes" said Harry.
"Good." said Sirius.