Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
"I could be pregnant!"
The words hit Harry like a Bludger to the chest as he turned the corner on his patrol route. Daphne Greengrass was standing in the middle of the corridor, her arms crossed beneath her breasts, her piercing blue eyes blazing with what he could only describe as furious determination.
She looked absolutely stunning, as always. Her platinum blonde hair was pinned up in an elegant twist, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Her modified uniform was as scandalous as ever, her shirt straining against her perfect tits, her skirt barely covering anything. The corridor torches cast flickering shadows across her pale skin, and even angry, she looked like something out of his most desperate fantasies.
Oh, this is going to be good, Harry thought, a grin spreading across his face before he could stop it.
"Hello to you too, Greengrass," Harry said casually, leaning against the stone wall with studied nonchalance. "Lovely evening for a patrol, isn't it?"
"Don't you dare act casual about this!" Daphne hissed, taking a step closer. Her heels clicked sharply on the stone floor, echoing through the empty corridor. "Did you not think about the consequences? Did you not consider, even for a moment, what might happen when you decided to stick your fat cock in my cunt and pump your massive load directly into my womb!?"
Harry's grin only widened. He couldn't help it. The memory of Daphne bent over that library table, screaming his name, begging for his cum, was still fresh in his mind. And now here she was, two days later, trying to regain control of the situation.
Everyone's been talking about her screams, Harry thought with no small amount of satisfaction. The library incident had spread through Hogwarts like Fiendfyre. Half the school had heard Daphne Greengrass screaming Potter's name while getting fucked senseless, and the other half had heard about it within hours.
The Ice Queen of Slytherin, finally melted.
"You're on the potion, aren't you?" Harry asked, still infuriatingly calm. "Everyone's on the potion."
Daphne's eyes went wide, and then her expression shifted to something that looked dangerously close to incredulous fury. "The potion? What potion!?"
Harry blinked. "You know... the potion. The contraceptive potion. The one that every witch takes to prevent..." He gestured vaguely at her midsection.
Daphne stared at him like he'd just suggested they go for a swim with the Giant Squid. "Potter, are you telling me that you actually believed some mythical 'contraceptive potion' exists?"
"It... doesn't?" Harry felt the first stirrings of genuine concern.
"Magic should in no circumstance be used to interfere with the reproductive organs!" Daphne's voice was rising now, her cheeks flushed with indignation. "It's one of the fundamental principles of magical ethics! Didn't you learn anything in seven years at this school?"
Harry's mind raced, trying to remember if this had ever come up in any of his classes. He'd been a bit preoccupied with, well, not dying. Voldemort. Horcruxes. The fate of the entire Wizarding World. He'd somehow missed the lesson on magical reproductive ethics.
"So... there's no potion?" Harry asked weakly.
"There's no potion!" Daphne threw her hands up in exasperation. "Honestly, Potter, how are you this ignorant? You defeated the Dark Lord but you don't know basic magical principles?"
Shit. Shit shit shit.
But even as the panic tried to set in, Harry noticed something. Daphne's eyes kept drifting down to his crotch. Her tongue kept darting out to wet her lips. Her nipples were visibly hard through her thin shirt, pressing against the fabric like they were trying to escape.
She's not just here to yell at me, Harry realised. She's here to take back control.
"So what do you want, Greengrass?" Harry asked, pushing off the wall and taking a step toward her. "An apology? A promise to marry you and make an honest woman of you?"
Daphne's eyes flashed. "What I want," she said, her voice dropping to something low and dangerous, "is to remind you that you don't get to just... just take whatever you want from me!"
"I seem to remember you begging for it," Harry pointed out. "Quite loudly, in fact. The whole library heard you."
The blush that spread across Daphne's cheeks was deeply satisfying. "That was... I was..."
"You were screaming 'fill me, please, Potter, I need your cum inside me,'" Harry helpfully reminded her. "Ring any bells?"
Daphne's jaw clenched. She took another step closer, her heels clicking on the stone, until they were barely a foot apart. Her perfume filled his nostrils, that intoxicating scent that he'd come to associate with her. Beneath it, he could already detect the faint musk of her arousal.
She's already wet. She came here wet.
"Everyone is talking about me," Daphne said, her voice tight. "The Ice Queen of Slytherin, getting fucked like a common whore in the library! Do you know how humiliating that is?"
"Seemed like you enjoyed it at the time," Harry said, his voice a low rumble.
"I'm going to show you," Daphne continued, ignoring him, "that you don't control me. That I'm not some... some desperate slut who just falls apart on your cock!"
"Daphne," Harry said, amused despite himself, "you literally fell apart on my cock. Multiple times."
"Shut up!" Daphne's hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him closer. "I'm going to fuck you right here in this hallway! On my terms! And you're going to see that I can take your cock without losing my mind!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Here? In the corridor? What if someone comes by?"
"Then they'll see who's really in charge," Daphne said fiercely. Her other hand was already working at his belt, her fingers deft and practised. "They'll see Daphne Greengrass taking what she wants, not the other way around!"
Fuck, she's serious.
Harry's cock was already hardening in his trousers, responding to her touch, to her words, to the sheer audacity of what she was proposing. Daphne pulled his belt free and attacked his trouser button, shoving his trousers down his thighs with an urgency that belied her claims of being in control.
His cock sprang free, already half-hard and rapidly stiffening, and Daphne's breath caught in her throat. Even trying to maintain her composure, she couldn't hide the way her eyes widened at the sight of him, the way her lips parted slightly.
"There it is," she breathed, her voice losing some of its fire. "My fat, little friend."
"You're drooling, Greengrass," Harry observed.
"I am not!"
But she was. Her tongue was pressed against her lower lip, her eyes fixed on his length as it continued to swell. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly, and Harry groaned at the contact.
"See?" Daphne said, her voice regaining some of its smugness. "I have you in the palm of my hand. Literally. You're going to cum when I say you can cum, and not a moment before."
Harry's jaw clenched, fighting against the urge to thrust into her grip. "You seem awfully confident for someone who was screaming my name two days ago."
"That was a momentary lapse," Daphne said dismissively, though her hand never stopped its slow, torturous strokes. "It won't happen again."
She released his cock with a final squeeze that made him twitch, then turned around with deliberate slowness. Harry watched, transfixed, as she took a step toward the wall and placed her palms flat against the cold stone.
"Watch closely, Potter," she purred over her shoulder, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.
Then she bent forward.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as her skirt began its agonisingly slow ascent. First, the backs of her thighs came into view, pale and perfect in the flickering torchlight. Then the curve where thigh met arse, that tantalising crease that made his cock throb with anticipation.
Higher still.
The hem cleared the swell of her arse cheeks, revealing smooth, unblemished skin. No panties. Of course no panties. The fabric bunched at her waist, and there it was: her perfect arse on full display, her pink cunt glistening wet between her thighs, practically dripping with arousal.
"Like what you see?" Daphne asked, arching her back to present herself even more obscenely. She reached back with one hand and spread herself open, letting him see just how wet she was, how ready. "This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it? What's been keeping you up at night?"
Harry could barely form words. His cock was so hard it was almost painful, bobbing in the cool corridor air, desperate to be buried inside her.
"Now," Daphne continued, wiggling her arse slightly, "you're going to fuck me, Potter. Nice and slow. And this time, I'm not going to scream. I'm going to prove that I can take your cock without losing my mind."
Harry stepped forward, his hands finding her hips, and lined himself up with her dripping entrance. The heat radiating from her core was incredible, her arousal already coating his tip as he pressed forward.
"Admit you want it," Harry said, his voice rough with need. "Say please."
"Shut up and fuck me already!" Daphne demanded, pushing her hips back impatiently.
Harry's restraint snapped. He gripped her hips hard, lined himself up with her dripping entrance, and slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"Oh FUCK!" Daphne's composure shattered instantly. Her whole body jerked forward, her hands scrabbling against the stone wall as his cock stretched her open.
So much for not screaming.
"You were saying?" Harry asked, pulling back and thrusting in again, hard. "Something about being in control?"
"I am... in... control!" Daphne gasped between thrusts, but her voice was already shaking, her walls already clenching around him. "This is... on my terms!"
"Sure it is," Harry agreed, setting a punishing pace. His hips slapped against her arse with each thrust, the sound echoing through the corridor. "You're definitely not already falling apart on my cock again!"
"I'm not... I'm... oh Merlin!" Daphne's protests dissolved into moans as Harry angled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her see stars.
The corridor was filled with the sounds of their fucking: the wet slap of skin against skin, Daphne's increasingly desperate moans, Harry's grunts of pleasure. Daphne had her face pressed against the cool stone wall now, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel so fucking good, Daphne. So tight. So wet!"
"Harder," Daphne gasped, all pretence of control abandoned. "Fuck me harder, Potter!"
Harry obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate. Daphne was pushing back against him now, meeting each thrust with her hips, her arse bouncing beautifully as he pounded into her.
And then Harry heard it.
Footsteps.
Fuck!
Daphne must have heard them too because she went rigid, her eyes flying open. "Potter... someone's coming!"
The footsteps were getting closer, echoing down the corridor from around the corner. Multiple sets, by the sound of it. If they stayed here, they'd be caught in seconds.
Harry's mind raced.
Broom closet? Too far. Classroom? All locked. Fuck!
And then he made a decision.
"Hold on to me," Harry commanded, pulling out of her with a wet sound.
"What are you—"
But Harry was already moving. He spun Daphne around, grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and before she could protest, he thrust back into her, impaling her on his cock once more.
"Potter!" Daphne gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck. "What are you doing!?"
"Running," Harry said grimly. "I'm running."
And then he did.
Harry pushed off the wall, his hands gripping Daphne's arse cheeks for dear life, and took his first step down the corridor. The movement drove his cock impossibly deeper into her cunt, and Daphne's entire body convulsed.
"OH FUCK!" she squealed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Your cock! I can feel it hitting my womb!"
No time for gentle.
Harry took another step, then another, his pace quickening into a jog. Each footfall sent a jolt through both their bodies, and with Daphne's weight pressing down on him, every single step drove his cock up into her with the force of a proper thrust.
Step. Thrust. Step. Thrust. Step. Thrust.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" Daphne was chanting in his ear, her hot breath washing over his neck. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
She's mental. We're being chased and she wants more.
Harry gritted his teeth, trying to focus on the corridor ahead rather than the incredible wet heat wrapped around his cock. His balls were slapping against her arse with each stride, the obscene sound echoing off the stone walls. He could feel her arousal dripping down his shaft, coating his thighs, leaving a trail of wetness behind them.
"Faster, Potter!" Daphne demanded breathlessly, her hips trying to roll against him even as he ran. "Fuck me faster!"
"I'm trying to save us!" Harry hissed back.
"Then save us faster! Your cock feels so good when you run!"
Left turn coming up. Don't drop her. Don't cum. Don't get caught.
He took the corner at speed, and the momentum swung Daphne's body outward before gravity pulled her back down onto his cock. The angle changed, his head dragging along a different spot inside her, and Daphne threw her head back with a scream that echoed down the corridor.
"RIGHT THERE! MERLIN'S BEARD, RIGHT THERE!"
Her cunt clamped down on him, pulsing and rippling around his length as her orgasm crashed over her. Harry felt a flood of warmth coat his cock, her release gushing out around him with each step, splattering onto the floor beneath them.
"Cumming!" Daphne wailed, not bothering to keep her voice down. "I'm cumming on your fat cock, Potter!"
Keep moving. Keep moving!
Harry pushed through her orgasm, his legs burning as he ran. But even as she came, Daphne wasn't passive. Her lips found his ear, her tongue tracing the shell of it as she moaned.
"You feel that?" she purred between gasps. "Feel my cunt squeezing you? It's trying to milk every last drop out of your balls!"
Fuck. Fuck!
Every step was torture, the friction unbearable, his balls churning with the desperate need to release. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, threatening to overwhelm him with each jarring stride.
If I cum now, I'll collapse. We'll be caught. Focus, Potter!
"Your cock is twitching inside me," Daphne breathed, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "You want to cum so badly, don't you? Want to fill me up again? Put another load in my already pregnant belly?"
"Daphne, I swear to Merlin—"
"What?" She laughed breathlessly as another step drove him deep. "You'll what? Punish me? Fuck me harder? I'd like to see you— OH!"
Harry had taken a flight of stairs two at a time, and each landing sent his cock slamming up into her with brutal force. Her body jolted with each impact, her tits bouncing wildly, having escaped her shirt at some point during their desperate flight.
"YES!" Daphne screamed, not caring who heard. "Just like that! Bounce me on your fat cock!"
Her perfect pale breasts were jiggling directly in front of his face, her nipples hard as pebbles, flushed pink. They kept brushing against his chin as he ran, and Daphne noticed.
"You want to suck them, don't you?" she teased, even as her voice hitched with each step. "Want to wrap your lips around my nipples while you fuck me?"
"Would you shut up!?" Harry gasped. "Someone will hear!"
"Let them hear!" Daphne moaned loudly, deliberately. "Let them all hear how good your cock feels inside me! Let them know that Daphne Greengrass loves getting fucked by Harry Potter's massive cock!"
She's completely lost it. And so have I.
Harry spotted an alcove ahead, hidden behind a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Perfect.
He put on a final burst of speed, his thighs screaming in protest, his cock throbbing with barely contained release. Three more steps. Two more. One more.
Her walls gripped him like a vice with every bounce, the wet sounds of their joining echoing shamefully loud in the empty corridor. She was absolutely drenched, her arousal coating him so thoroughly that it squelched with each desperate stride he took.
"More!" Daphne demanded, her nails raking down his back. "Harder! I can take it!"
Harry dove behind the tapestry, into the alcove, and immediately pressed Daphne's back against the cold stone wall. His legs nearly gave out, trembling from exertion, but he locked his knees and held her in place.
"Finally," Daphne breathed, her eyes blazing with need. "Now fuck me properly, Potter. Make me scream!"
Harry didn't need to be told twice.
He pulled back and slammed into her, setting a brutal pace, his hips pistoning as he chased his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the alcove, mixing with Daphne's increasingly desperate moans.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Daphne was practically singing, her voice rising with each thrust. "Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my stomach!"
Harry could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside her. He was so close, so desperately close.
"Daphne," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to—"
"Do it!" Daphne gasped, her walls starting to flutter around him. "Cum inside me! Fill me up! I want every last drop!"
Her words pushed him right to the edge, and he could feel her getting close too, her cunt clenching rhythmically, her body tensing in his arms.
"I'm cumming!" Daphne screamed, her head thrown back. "I'm cumming on your cock! Fill me, Potter! FILL ME WITH YOUR—"
And then Harry heard it again.
Footsteps. Running. Right outside the alcove.
Shit!
He did the only thing he could think of. He crushed his lips against hers, swallowing her scream as his own orgasm exploded out of him.
His cock pulsed, rope after rope of thick, hot cum shooting directly into her womb. Daphne screamed into his mouth, her cunt clamping down on him, milking him for everything he had. Her whole body shook with the force of her release, her nails drawing blood from his shoulders.
The footsteps were right there now, just on the other side of the tapestry.
Harry kissed her harder, his tongue tangling with hers, muffling her desperate moans as he continued to pump his seed into her. He could feel his cum leaking out around his shaft, unable to fit any more inside her, dripping onto the floor beneath them.
Please don't find us. Please don't find us.
Daphne was still cumming, still screaming into his mouth, her body convulsing around him. Harry held her tight, one hand gripping her arse, the other tangled in her hair, keeping their lips sealed together.
And then the footsteps passed.
They continued down the corridor, fading into the distance, whoever it was completely oblivious to the two students hidden behind the tapestry.
Harry finally broke the kiss, gasping for air. Daphne stared up at him, her blue eyes wide, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. She looked absolutely wrecked, thoroughly fucked, and more beautiful than he'd ever seen her.
"Potter," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Did you just..."
"Yeah," Harry breathed, still trying to catch his breath. His cock gave one last twitch inside her, depositing the final drops of his release. "I did."
They stayed like that for a long moment, pressed together in the alcove, Harry's softening cock still nestled inside her, their mixed fluids dripping onto the floor beneath them.
"If I wasn't pregnant before," Daphne finally said, her voice slightly dazed, "I definitely am now."
Harry couldn't help it. He grinned down at her, still catching his breath, and said, "You know what? You're going to make a great mother."
Daphne blinked at him, her mouth opening to deliver what was surely going to be a scathing retort. But then something shifted in her expression. The sharp edges softened. The defensive walls crumbled.
And then something extraordinary happened.
Daphne Greengrass smiled.
Not her usual smirk. Not her competitive grin or her superior sneer. A real, genuine smile that reached her eyes and softened her entire face. It was like watching the sun break through clouds, and Harry realised he'd never seen anything quite so beautiful.
"You're an idiot, Potter," she said softly, but there was no bite to her words. If anything, they sounded almost fond.
"Maybe," Harry agreed, smiling back at her. "But I'm your idiot now."
Daphne's smile widened, just a fraction, and she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his.
For once, neither of them had anything else to say.
Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).