Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
The water was perfect.
Steam curled up from the massive bath, thick and warm against his skin. The enchanted taps had outdone themselves tonight, filling the pool-sized basin with bubbles that shimmered in the candlelight, casting dancing reflections across the marble walls and the mermaid painting that kept sneaking glances their way.
None of that mattered to Harry.
What mattered was Daphne Greengrass, naked and wet and pressed against the side of the bath, her platinum blonde hair plastered to her shoulders, her blue eyes blazing with that infuriating combination of desire and defiance that drove him absolutely mad.
"You think you're so clever, don't you, Potter?" she breathed, her voice echoing slightly in the cavernous bathroom. Water lapped at her collarbones, but Harry could see the swell of her breasts just beneath the surface, pale and perfect, her nipples hard points that kept breaking through the bubbles.
"I think," Harry said, wading closer, "that you've been teasing me all bloody week."
And she had been. Ever since the alcove, ever since that first real smile, Daphne had been absolutely insufferable. Brushing against him in corridors. Bending over in front of him during class. Cornering him in empty hallways to whisper filthy things in his ear and then walking away like nothing had happened. She'd spent the last seven days systematically driving him out of his mind, and now, finally, they were alone.
"Teasing?" Daphne's lips curved into that maddening smirk. She pushed off the wall and floated backward, the movement making her breasts bob enticingly at the surface. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yesterday," Harry growled, stalking after her through the water, "you 'accidentally' dropped your quill in Potions and spent a full minute with your arse in the air while you looked for it. Your skirt rode up so high I could see your cunt. Slughorn nearly had a heart attack."
"Did he?" Daphne's smirk widened. "I hadn't noticed."
"Tuesday," Harry continued, closing the distance between them, "you cornered me in the owlery and described, in explicit detail, what you wanted me to do to you. Then you walked away before I could touch you."
"I was simply making conversation."
"Monday, you sent me a photograph of yourself in the bath. This bath. Touching yourself."
Daphne's eyes sparkled with wicked delight. "Was the lighting good? I wasn't sure about the angle."
She's enjoying this. She's enjoying driving me completely mental.
Harry lunged for her, but Daphne danced away with a laugh, water splashing between them. She swam toward the shallow end, and Harry's breath caught as more of her body emerged from the surface. First her shoulders, then her back, then the curve of her arse, pale and perfect and glistening wet as she stood in water that only reached her thighs.
She glanced back over her shoulder, knowing exactly what she was doing, and shook her hair out. Droplets cascaded down her spine, tracing the dip of her lower back before disappearing between her arse cheeks.
"Coming, Potter?" she asked sweetly.
Bloody fucking minx.
Harry surged through the water after her, his cock already achingly hard beneath the surface. The week of teasing had left him desperate, pent-up in a way he hadn't experienced since before their first encounter. Every time he'd tried to corner her, she'd slipped away. Every time he'd reached for her, she'd had somewhere else to be. And now here she was, naked and wet and practically begging him to catch her.
Daphne squealed as his hands found her hips, pulling her back against him. His cock slid between her thighs, the shaft pressing against her bare cunt, and they both groaned at the contact.
"Finally," Harry breathed against her ear. "No more running."
"Who says I was running?" Daphne gasped, her hips already grinding back against him, sliding her slick folds along his length. "Maybe I was just... leading you somewhere more comfortable."
She pressed back harder, and Harry felt the head of his cock catch against her entrance, teasing but not entering. The sensation made his vision blur.
"A week," he growled, his hands tightening on her hips. "You've been tormenting me for a whole bloody week."
"Have I?" Daphne's voice was breathy now, her composure starting to crack. "I hadn't... oh... I hadn't noticed."
"Liar."
His hand slid up from her hip, over her stomach, cupping one of her perfect tits. The flesh was warm and impossibly soft, filling his palm perfectly, her nipple pressing against his skin like a hard little pebble. He squeezed, and Daphne's head fell back against his shoulder with a moan.
"You planned all of this," Harry continued, rolling her nipple between his fingers. "The quill drop. The photograph. The owlery. You wanted me so worked up I'd lose my mind the moment I got my hands on you."
"And did it work?" Daphne asked, her voice trembling as he pinched her nipple harder.
Instead of answering, Harry spun her around and lifted her, setting her arse on the edge of the bath. The cold marble made her gasp, but before she could protest, his mouth was on her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips.
"Oh!" Daphne's fingers tangled in his wet hair, holding him in place. "Oh, yes, just like that!"
Harry lavished attention on her tit, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before sucking it deep into his mouth. Her skin was warm and still damp from the bath, impossibly soft against his lips. He moved to her other breast, determined to give it equal attention, and Daphne squirmed beneath him.
"Potter," she gasped, her thighs spreading wider, "you're supposed to be... we were supposed to..."
"Supposed to what?" Harry asked against her skin, his hands roaming her body, unable to settle on just one perfect spot.
"I was supposed to be in charge this time," Daphne said, but her words dissolved into a moan as his hand slid between her thighs.
Her cunt was already soaking wet, and not from the bath. Harry's fingers found her easily, sliding through her folds, gathering the slickness that had been building all week. She was positively dripping, her arousal coating his fingers as he explored her, circling her clit before dipping lower to tease her entrance.
Harry chuckled, pushing a single finger inside her. Her walls clamped down immediately, hot and tight and desperate. "Feels more like you're falling apart."
"I'm not falling... I'm... oh fuck!"
Harry added a second finger, curling them deep inside her, and Daphne's whole body jerked. Her back arched, her tits jutting out beautifully, water droplets still clinging to her skin and catching the candlelight like tiny diamonds.
Merlin, she's gorgeous.
Her platinum hair was darker when wet, hanging in heavy waves around her shoulders. Her blue eyes had gone hazy, unfocused, her perfect lips parted as she panted. The flush that crept across her pale skin spread from her cheeks down her neck to her heaving chest, turning her cream complexion to rose.
"You like that?" Harry asked, pumping his fingers faster. "You like my fingers in your tight little cunt?"
"Yes!" Daphne gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, but I want... I need..."
"Need what?"
Her eyes met his, blazing with need and frustration. "You know what I need, you insufferable prat!"
Harry pulled his fingers out, and Daphne whimpered at the loss. He brought them to his lips, making a show of tasting her, watching her eyes darken as he sucked her juices from his skin.
"I'm not sure I do," he said innocently. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Potter..."
"Tell me what you want, Daphne." He stepped between her spread thighs, his cock bobbing just inches from her entrance, the head brushing against her folds but not entering. "Tell me what you've been thinking about all week."
Daphne glared at him, her competitive nature warring with her desperate need. He could see the battle playing out across her face, pride versus desire, and he waited, knowing which one would win.
"Fine!" she snapped. "I want your cock, you smug bastard! I want you to stop teasing me and just fuck me already!"
"Since you asked so nicely..."
Harry gripped her hips, pulled her forward until her arse was barely on the edge of the bath, and thrust into her.
Daphne screamed. The sound echoed off the bathroom walls, loud enough to make the mermaid in the painting blush and cover her eyes. Harry barely registered it. He was too lost in the sensation of finally, finally being inside her again, her walls stretching to accommodate him, gripping him like they never wanted to let go.
"Fuck!" Daphne gasped, her nails raking down his shoulders. "Your cock! It's so fucking deep already!"
Harry pulled back and thrust again, harder, deeper, and Daphne's whole body jolted. Her tits jiggled with the impact, wet skin glistening, nipples so hard they looked almost painful.
"A whole week of teasing," Harry growled, setting a punishing pace. "A whole week of driving me mental. And now you're going to take every inch of what you asked for."
"Yes!" Daphne cried, her head falling back. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into the small of his back. The angle let him hit that spot inside her with every thrust, and she was rapidly losing whatever composure she had left.
"Look at you," Harry said, one hand sliding up to grip her throat gently. "The Ice Queen of Slytherin. So desperate for my cock she can barely think straight."
"I'm not... I'm still... oh Merlin!"
Harry thrust particularly hard, and her words dissolved into incoherence. Her inner walls were fluttering around him, pulsing with each thrust, and he could feel her getting close already. The week of teasing had left her just as wound up as him.
"What's that?" he asked, slowing his pace to long, deliberate strokes. "You're still what?"
"Still in charge," Daphne managed, though her voice was shaking. "This is still... on my terms..."
Harry laughed darkly. He pulled almost all the way out, until just the tip remained inside her, and held there. Daphne whined, her hips trying desperately to pull him back in.
"Your terms?" Harry asked. "You can barely form a sentence. You're dripping all over my cock. Your cunt is clenching around me like it's trying to milk me dry. And you think you're in charge?"
"I am!" Daphne insisted, but it came out more like a plea.
"Prove it."
Harry released her hips, spreading his arms wide.
"Go on," he said, still holding himself at her entrance. "Take what you want. Show me who's in charge."
Daphne's eyes widened. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him forward, but Harry didn't budge. She tried to scoot closer, but the marble was too slippery. She was stuck, impaled on just the tip of his cock, unable to take more without his cooperation.
"Potter!" she whined, frustration and need colouring her voice. "This isn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair," Harry agreed. "Beg."
"I won't!"
"Then I guess we'll just stay like this."
He could see her resolve crumbling, watch the moment her pride lost the war against her desperate need. Her chest was heaving, her cunt clenching around the small portion of him inside her, her whole body trembling.
"Please," she finally whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me!" Daphne's voice broke. "Please, Harry, I need your cock so badly! I've been thinking about it all week! Every time I closed my eyes, I felt you inside me. Every time I touched myself, I pretended it was you. Please, I need it, I need you, just fuck me already!"
Finally.
Harry slammed back into her with such force that her whole body slid backward on the marble. He caught her before she could fall, lifting her off the edge entirely, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her through the water to the other side of the bath.
"What are you... oh!"
He pressed her back against the wall of the bath, the cold marble making her gasp, and began to thrust with renewed vigour. The water splashed around them, sloshing over the edges of the bath, but neither of them cared.
"This is what you wanted," Harry growled in her ear, pounding into her. "This is what you've been desperate for all week."
"Yes!" Daphne screamed, clinging to him. "Yes, just like that! Don't stop!"
Harry had no intention of stopping. He was done being teased, done being tortured by this maddening, gorgeous, infuriating witch. He was going to fuck her until she forgot her own name.
He lifted her higher, changing the angle, and Daphne's eyes rolled back in her head.
"RIGHT THERE!" she shrieked. "FUCK! Your cock is so deep!"
The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the bathroom, mixing with her screams and his grunts. Water splashed everywhere, soaking the floor, running down the walls. The mermaid in the painting had long since fled to a different frame, but Harry wouldn't have noticed if she'd stayed to watch.
All he could focus on was Daphne. The way her walls gripped him. The way her tits bounced with each thrust. The way she screamed his name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
"You're going to cum," Harry said, feeling her walls starting to clench rhythmically. "You're going to cum all over my cock like the desperate slut you are."
"Yes!" Daphne gasped, beyond shame now, beyond pride. "I'm your slut! I'm your desperate slut and I love your cock! I love the way it fills me up! I love the way it hits my womb! I love being fucked by you, Potter!"
"Then cum," Harry commanded, his own release building at the base of his spine. "Cum for me, Daphne."
And she did.
Her whole body went rigid, her back arching away from the wall, her mouth open in a silent scream. Then the sound came crashing out of her, a wail of pure pleasure that echoed through the bathroom and probably down the corridor beyond.
"HARRY! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING ON YOUR PERFECT COCK!"
Her cunt clamped down on him like a vice, pulsing and spasming, milking him with a desperate rhythm that pushed Harry right to the edge. He could feel her release flooding around him, her arousal gushing out and mixing with the bathwater.
"Fuck, Daphne!" Harry groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill you up!"
"DO IT!" Daphne screamed, still riding the waves of her orgasm. "Fill me! Put another load in me! Please, please, please!"
Harry couldn't hold back anymore. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go and came.
His cock pulsed, shooting rope after rope of hot cum directly into her womb. Daphne screamed again, her orgasm intensifying, her whole body shaking as she felt his release flood her insides. Harry kept thrusting through it, kept pumping into her, kept filling her with everything he had.
"So much," Daphne whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity. "There's so much! I can feel it inside me!"
"Take it," Harry groaned, still cumming, still filling her. "Take every last drop."
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his cock gave one last twitch and stilled. They stayed pressed together against the wall, both panting, both trembling, still connected in the most intimate way possible.
Daphne's head fell against his shoulder, her body completely limp in his arms. "Merlin," she breathed. "I can't feel my legs."
Harry laughed weakly, his own legs shaking from exertion. "Serves you right. A whole week of torture..."
"Worth it," Daphne mumbled against his skin. "Completely worth it."
Slowly, Harry lowered them both into the water, keeping her in his lap as his softening cock slipped out of her. He felt his cum leak out into the bathwater, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Daphne curled against his chest, her eyes closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips.
There it is, Harry thought, looking down at her. That real smile.
Disclaimer: Harry returns to Hogwarts to complete his seventh year after defeating Voldemort. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).