Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.
Daphne Greengrass had the most spectacular pair of legs Harry had ever seen, and right now, they were dangling mere inches from his face.
She'd appeared out of nowhere, materialising from between the dusty stacks of the library's most secluded corner like some kind of blonde apparition. One moment Harry had been reading about advanced defensive wards, and the next, Daphne was perching herself on the edge of his table, her hip brushing against his open textbook as she settled into place with casual ownership.
"Harry," she purred, crossing those magnificent legs with deliberate slowness.
Harry's quill froze mid-stroke. His eyes, entirely of their own accord, traced the path from her delicate ankles, up the smooth expanse of her calves, past her knees, and along her creamy thighs until they disappeared beneath the hem of her criminally short skirt. The Slytherin uniform had never looked quite like this on anyone else. The way the pleated fabric rode up as she shifted, revealing inch after tantalising inch of pale skin, should have been illegal.
"Daphne," Harry managed, his voice coming out rougher than intended. "Can I help you?"
She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she uncrossed her legs and let them fall slightly apart, just enough to give Harry an unobstructed view straight up her skirt. His breath caught in his throat.
Merlin's saggy left bollock.
The tiny scrap of emerald silk she called underwear barely qualified as clothing. The thong disappeared between her thighs, leaving the smooth mounds of her pussy lips clearly visible on either side of the thin strip of fabric. Harry could see everything. The way the silk clung to her slit, the slight dampness that made the material almost translucent, the perfect smoothness of her freshly waxed skin.
"I was just doing some light reading," Daphne said innocently, as though she wasn't currently displaying her barely-covered cunt to him in the middle of the school library.
She held up a magazine, and Harry immediately recognised the cover. It was last month's issue of PlayWitch, featuring Hermione on her knees, his cock pressed against her cheek, her brown eyes looking up at the camera with that mixture of nervousness and arousal that had driven sales through the roof.
Daphne flipped through the pages with exaggerated casualness, her free hand coming to rest on her thigh, her fingers absently stroking the soft skin there. Each page turn revealed another provocative image of Hermione. Hermione bending over in her slutty schoolgirl outfit. Hermione with her magnificent tits spilling out of her unbuttoned blouse. Hermione with her lips wrapped around the head of Harry's cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
"Quite the popular issue," Daphne murmured, her blue eyes flickering up to meet his. "Everyone's been talking about it. The Gryffindor bookworm, finally letting loose."
Harry forced himself to lean back in his chair, projecting a calm he absolutely did not feel. His cock was already stirring in his trousers, the combination of the explicit images and Daphne's shameless display making it increasingly difficult to think straight.
"Is there something you wanted, Daphne?"
She closed the magazine and set it aside, her tongue darting out to wet her full, pink lips. "I was thinking," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "that it's been far too long since my last feature."
"Has it?"
"Mmhmm." She uncrossed her legs entirely now, letting her thighs fall apart. The movement hiked her skirt up even further, and Harry was treated to an even more explicit view of her barely-covered pussy. He could see the outline of her lips clearly now, could see how the thin silk was growing darker with her arousal.
"The thing is," Daphne continued, leaning forward slightly, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder, "I was Hogwarts' most popular witch. Before Weasley. Before Bell. Before Granger. And I think it's only fair that I reclaim my crown."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "And you think another feature would accomplish that?"
"I know it would." She slid off the table and took a step towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically. "I just need you to give me the opportunity to remind everyone why I was number one in the first place."
Before Harry could respond, Daphne was in his lap, straddling him on the library chair. Her skirt rode up around her waist as she settled against him, her thighs bracketing his hips, her barely-covered pussy pressing directly against the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Daphne!" Harry hissed, his hands automatically going to her hips. "We're in the bloody library!"
"I know," she breathed, grinding down against him. "Isn't it exciting?"
Her tits were right in his face now, straining against the buttons of her white blouse. They were magnificent. Large and firm and perfectly shaped, the soft flesh pressing together to create a cleavage deep enough to lose himself in. Harry could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, could see the way they stiffened as she continued to grind against his hardening cock.
"Come on, Harry," Daphne whispered, her fingers threading through his hair. "Don't you want to play with them? Don't you want to bury your face in my perfect tits while I ride your fat cock?"
She pressed forward, smothering him in her cleavage. Harry groaned against her soft flesh, his resolve crumbling by the second. She smelled expensive, some floral perfume that probably cost more than his Firebolt's annual maintenance. Her tits were so soft, so warm, the fabric of her blouse doing nothing to diminish the sensation of all that yielding flesh pressed against his face.
"There we go," Daphne cooed, her hips never stopping their maddening rhythm. "Just let me take care of everything. You give me another feature, and I'll make it worth your while."
Her fingers dropped to his belt, working the buckle with practised ease. Harry knew he should stop her, knew that anyone could walk around the corner at any moment, but his cock was throbbing with need, and Daphne's wet pussy was grinding against it through far too many layers of fabric.
"Daphne, wait..."
But she wasn't listening. She freed his cock from his trousers, and it sprang up to slap against her thong-covered cunt with a meaty smack. Daphne gasped at the contact, her blue eyes going wide with lust.
"Fuck," she breathed, looking down between them. "That thing is going to ruin me."
She reached down and pulled her thong to the side, exposing her dripping pussy to the cool library air. Harry groaned at the sight. Her lips were flushed and swollen, glistening with arousal, parted slightly to reveal the pink perfection within. She was absolutely drenched, her juices coating her thighs, her cunt practically weeping with need.
"Please, Harry," Daphne whimpered, rubbing her wet slit along the underside of his shaft. "Please give me another feature. I'll do anything."
The sensation of her hot, slick pussy sliding against his cock was indescribable. Each stroke coated more of his length in her arousal, the wet heat of her making him throb with desperate need. Her lips kissed the sides of his shaft as she ground against him, not taking him inside yet, just teasing them both with the promise of what was to come.
"Anything?" Harry managed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.
"Anything," she confirmed, her voice breathy and desperate. "Just say yes. Say you'll give me another feature."
Harry gripped her hips harder, trying to regain some semblance of control. "I'm not sure I can do that, Daphne."
She pouted, her bottom lip jutting out adorably even as her pussy continued its maddening slide along his cock. "Why not?"
"Because PlayWitch is backed up. Luna's feature hasn't even hit the shelves yet, Hermione's and Parkinson's double cover will release after that, and there's a long list of witches willing to do anything for a chance at fame!"
Daphne's pout deepened, but she didn't stop grinding. If anything, she intensified her efforts, pressing down harder, making sure his cock slid between her wet lips with each roll of her hips.
"But I was first," she protested. "I was the one who started all of this. Doesn't that count for something?"
"It does," Harry admitted, groaning as the head of his cock caught against her entrance. "But things have... escalated since your last feature."
For a moment, Harry thought she might actually give up. But then her eyes narrowed with determination, and she reached down between them to grip his cock firmly.
Harry's breath caught. He knew that look. He'd seen it in the Room of Requirement, right before she'd bent over that table and demanded he fuck her on camera.
"If you won't give me a feature," Daphne said, her voice taking on a dangerous edge, "then I'll just have to convince you."
Oh, Merlin. She's going to—
Before Harry could respond, she lined up the head of his cock with her dripping entrance and began to sink down.
"Daphne!" Harry hissed, his fingers digging into her hips. "We're in the middle of the library!"
But she just moaned, loud, wanton, and completely unconcerned with discretion, as she impaled herself on his cock.
Harry clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries as she continued her descent. His cock stretched her impossibly wide, her pussy lips spreading around his girth, her walls clenching and fluttering as she struggled to accommodate his size. She was just as tight as he remembered from the photo shoot, just as wet, her juices coating his shaft and easing his passage into her.
This is insane, Harry thought, even as his cock throbbed inside her. She's actually doing this. Anyone could walk around those shelves, Madam Pince, a lost first-year, Hermione bloody Granger, and Daphne's solution is to stuff herself full of my cock and hope for the best.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daphne's arse came to rest against his thighs. She was fully seated, every inch of him buried inside her, her cunt stretched to its absolute limit around his girth.
Harry slowly lowered his hand from her mouth.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Harry could feel her pulse racing through her walls, could feel the way her thighs trembled against his hips. She was stuffed completely full of him, with nothing but a few dusty bookshelves between them and discovery.
And then Daphne raised her head and looked at him with triumphant, slightly glazed eyes.
"There," she panted, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. "Now you have to give me a feature."
Harry stared at her.
The logic was so spectacularly backwards that he couldn't help but laugh. She'd risked expulsion, social ruin, and Merlin knew what else, and her conclusion was that this somehow obligated him to put her in the magazine.
"What?" Daphne demanded, her brow furrowing. "What's so funny?"
Harry just shook his head, still chuckling. Even now, with his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, she genuinely believed she was the one in control.
Time to correct that misconception.
He drove his hips up, hard, and Daphne had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Her tits bounced wildly beneath her blouse, the buttons straining dangerously as she jerked from the force of his thrust.
"Actually," Harry said conversationally, as though he wasn't currently impaling her on his cock, "I'm afraid that's not going to change anything."
"W-what?" Daphne gasped, her walls clenching around him as he began a slow, grinding rhythm.
"Like I said, there's a long list of witches willing to do anything for a feature." He thrust up again, making her whimper. "And quite frankly, you were hesitant enough about taking my cock last time. I was thinking of giving the next feature to someone more... enthusiastic."
"I am enthusiastic!" Daphne protested, though her voice came out as more of a moan as Harry continued his slow, torturous fucking. "I'm literally riding your cock right now!"
"Only because you want something from me," Harry pointed out, rotating his hips in a way that made her gasp. "Last time, I practically had to convince you to let me stuff this cunt full of my seed."
Daphne's face flushed, whether from arousal or embarrassment, Harry couldn't tell. "That was different! I was saving myself for..."
"Marriage?" Harry supplied, thrusting up to punctuate the word. "Funny, I don't see a ring on your finger."
"I... that's not..." Daphne's protests died in her throat as Harry's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her head fell back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, her throat exposed as she moaned.
Harry took the opportunity to lean forward and press his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. His hands moved from her hips to her arse, gripping her full cheeks and spreading them as he continued to thrust up into her cunt.
"So you see my dilemma," Harry murmured against her throat. "Why should I give another feature to you when there are so many eager witches lined up?"
Daphne's hands gripped his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his skin through his shirt. "Because I'm willing to do anything," she gasped. "I've already proven that! I let you fill my pussy before anyone else in the magazine! I let you come inside me! How have I not proven my worth?"
Harry chuckled, the sound vibrating against her throat. "Oh, Daphne. You have no idea how much the magazine has evolved since your last feature."
"What do you mean?" she panted, trying and failing to maintain her composure as his cock continued to plunder her depths.
Harry leaned back to look at her, his green eyes glinting with amusement. "Let's just say the other witches have been very... accommodating."
Daphne's eyes narrowed. "More accommodating than me? Like who? Hermione?" She laughed, the sound a bit strained as Harry's hips never stopped their slow, grinding rhythm. "She only posed in that slutty uniform and sucked your cock. That's hardly a step up from what I did."
She started to move her own hips now, trying to take back some control. Her confidence was returning, her competitive nature rearing its head. If all she had to beat was Hermione Granger sucking cock, well, she'd already done far more than that.
"Hermione's feature was a... personal request," Harry said, his hands still gripping her arse, kneading the soft flesh as she rode him.
Daphne laughed again, slapping his chest playfully. "There it is! The only way you could get your crush to play with your dumb cock is to put out a request in a magazine..." She smiled down at him, almost fondly. "But I suppose it's rather sweet of you. Just as long as I get my features every now and then, you can stick your cock into anything and everything that moves for all I care."
She was properly bouncing on him now, her tits threatening to burst out of her blouse with each movement. She felt her position securing itself with every word. All she needed was for him to admit defeat.
"So what about Luna then?" Daphne asked, reaching down to unbutton her blouse. "Was she also a personal request of yours?"
Her blouse fell open, revealing the emerald green bra that barely contained her magnificent tits. The cups were practically overflowing with soft, creamy flesh, her nipples clearly visible through the thin lace.
"I doubt much of the school was begging for her feature," Daphne continued, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her tits spilled free, bouncing gloriously as she rode him.
Harry's eyes locked onto those perfect mounds, watching them bounce and sway with each movement of her hips. They were magnificent. Full and round and firm, with pink nipples that stood at attention, begging to be sucked.
He drove his cock up into her, hard, making her gasp. "No," he said, his voice rough. "She just wanted it most."
"Mhmm," Daphne nodded, a predatory smile curving her lips. Her hands came up to cup her own tits, squeezing them together, putting on a show for him. "Did she flash you these or something? Hah, and here I thought I had actual competition."
Harry's smile turned wicked. "I fucked her in the arse."
Daphne's rhythm faltered, her eyes going wide. "You... what?"
"Her arse," Harry repeated, thrusting up into her again. "I stuffed my cock into Luna Lovegood's tight little arsehole and fucked her until she couldn't walk straight."
Daphne's mind seemed to short-circuit. Her mouth opened and closed several times, no sound coming out. The thought of anyone taking a cock that size in their arse, let alone someone as ethereal and delicate as Luna Lovegood...
"I... you... that..." she stammered, her bouncing having stopped entirely.
Harry took the opportunity to grip her hips and take control, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his cock. Daphne cried out, her tits bouncing wildly as he set a punishing pace.
"She took every inch," Harry continued, his voice almost casual despite the way he was currently destroying her cunt. "Begged me for more, actually. Seemed to quite enjoy having her arse stretched around my cock."
Daphne was reeling. She'd thought she was the only one willing to go the extra mile, the only one desperate enough to actually let him stuff her pussy on camera. But here was Luna bloody Lovegood, letting him plunder her arse of all things!
"But surely..." Daphne gasped, trying to regain some ground, "the Parkinson and Granger feature... Pansy probably ran away screaming when she realised the cock she'd been worshipping belonged to the Boy-Who-Lived!"
Harry laughed, a deep, rich sound that vibrated through her entire body. "Wrong again, I'm afraid. They were so desperate for my cock, they turned it into a breeding competition."
"A what?"
"Breeding competition," Harry repeated, emphasising each word with a particularly hard thrust. "Apparently, whoever gives birth to my child first wins."
Daphne's jaw dropped. Her perfect, pure-blood composure finally shattered completely. Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger, competing to see who could give birth to his child first?
Harry was playing with her tits now, his hands coming up to squeeze and knead the soft flesh as he continued to fuck her. He pinched her nipples, rolled them between his fingers, making her gasp and moan even as her mind struggled to process what he was telling her.
"So you see," Harry said, his green eyes boring into hers, "if you want another feature, you'll need to up your game considerably."
His hands moved from her tits to her arse, gripping her cheeks and spreading them as he slammed up into her. Daphne could feel the cool library air against her most private place, could feel the way his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her bottom.
"You'd need to let me spread these pretty cheeks," Harry continued, kneading her arse possessively, "and stuff this tight little hole full of my cock. On camera. For the entire school to see."
Daphne whimpered, her pussy clenching around him at his words. The thought of his massive cock in her arse, stretching her in ways she'd never been stretched before...
"Or," Harry continued, lifting her up and slamming her back down, "you could let me breed you. Stop taking the potion, let me fill this perfect pure-blood womb with my seed and watch your belly grow round with my child."
"I... I..." Daphne couldn't form coherent words anymore. Her mind was too full of images. Her, bent over, Harry's cock spreading her arse wide. Her, round and pregnant, his seed having taken root in her fertile womb.
"Or both," Harry added, almost as an afterthought. "You could always do both."
"Both?" Daphne squeaked.
Harry laughed again, the sound dark and delighted. "Getting any ideas, Greengrass?"
"No!" Daphne protested, though even she could hear how unconvincing she sounded. "I would never... I couldn't possibly..."
But even as she denied it, her pussy was clenching around him, her juices flooding down his shaft. Her body was betraying her, responding to his words with desperate, needy arousal.
Harry seemed to sense her internal struggle. He shifted his grip on her arse, one finger tracing the cleft between her cheeks, coming dangerously close to her virgin hole.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, his finger circling her entrance, not pressing in, just... there. A promise of things to come. "Because your body seems to be telling a different story."
Daphne whimpered, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. Harry could feel her cunt clenching around him, could feel the way her thighs trembled against his hips. She was close. So close.
"Imagine it," Harry whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Me, spreading your cheeks, pressing my cock against your tight little arsehole. The cameras capturing every moment as I slowly stuff you full. The entire school watching as you moan and beg for more."
"Harry..." Daphne gasped, her nails raking down his back.
But he wasn't done. His finger pressed just slightly against her rear entrance as he continued, his voice dropping to a dark purr. "And then I'd flip you over and breed you. Fill your pretty cunt with my seed while you're still stretched and gaping from having your arse ruined. Nine months later, you'd be swollen with my child, and everyone at Hogwarts would know exactly who got you pregnant. The headline would be incredible. 'Daphne Greengrass: Hogwarts' Biggest Slut Takes It All.'"
Daphne made a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob.
Harry watched her face, savouring the war playing out across her features. An hour ago, she'd waltzed into this library certain of her superiority, Daphne Greengrass, the original PlayWitch centrefold, the witch who'd set the standard everyone else was desperately trying to match. She'd come here to remind him of that fact, to graciously allow him the privilege of featuring her again.
And now? Now she was riding his cock in a public library, her tits bouncing free for anyone to see, seriously considering letting him ruin her arse and breed her on camera. All while Pansy and Hermione were already racing to see who could carry his child first. All for a few more pages in a magazine she'd once thought beneath her.
Harry could practically see the moment her resistance crumbled.
"Yes," she heard herself whisper. "Yes, I'll do it. All of it. Just...please..."
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum!"
Harry's finger pressed harder against her arse, his cock driving up into her with renewed force. "Then cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock and seal the deal."
Daphne shattered.
Her back arched, her tits pressing against his chest, her scream echoing through the library stacks as the orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice, her walls rippling and clenching as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.
But Harry didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, driving up into her spasming cunt with relentless force, extending her orgasm until she was sobbing against his shoulder.
"That's it," Harry groaned, feeling his own climax building. "That's my good little slut. Seal the deal."
Her pussy clenched around him at the words, milking his cock with desperate, fluttering contractions. Harry's balls tightened, the pressure that had been building since she'd first spread her legs on his table finally reaching its peak.
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he flooded her. It wasn't the first time he'd filled Daphne Greengrass with his seed, the camera had captured that weeks ago, but this time felt different. This time, she'd promised him something more.
Her arse. Her womb. Everything. On camera, for the entire school to see.
Daphne whimpered as she felt him empty inside her, a second, smaller orgasm rolling through her body. Her walls rippled around his softening cock, milking every last drop as his cum began to leak out around his shaft.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, his cock still buried in her cum-filled cunt. Then, slowly, Daphne raised her head from his shoulder. Her hair was a disaster. Her blouse hung open. Her eyes were glazed, but clearing, and with that clarity came something that looked a lot like dawning horror.
"Harry," she said, her voice hoarse. "Did I just promise to let you fuck my arse and breed me on camera?"
Harry grinned. "I believe you did."
Daphne stared at him. Then her head fell back to his shoulder with a groan.
"Merlin help me."
Disclaimer: This story is set in a period of time after the war, where Harry and his friends return to Hogwarts to complete their studies. All featured characters are 18 years of age or older.