In the crowded halls of Hogwarts, students were rushing out of their final classes for the day to meet up with friends and spend a couple of hours hanging out and relaxing before it was time for supper in the Great Hall. Other than the post-breakfast rush to class by sleep-deprived students, this truly was the most hectic part of the day. Which meant that Professor Harry Potter had to keep a close eye on everything going on.
“See you later, Harry!” One of his fourth-year students called out to him as she skipped out of his Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was a beautiful classroom with plenty of tall windows that overlooked the Quidditch pitch and the Forbidden Forest in the distance. Best of all was that it was close to a couple of main staircases that students took if they were looking to avoid the tricky Grand Staircase.
“Goodbye, Annie,” he smiled back at her as he closed up his messy lesson plan and stashed it in his desk. He reapplied the lock on it, eagerly awaiting the next time one of his students would try to pull a prank on the ‘Great Harry Potter’ by messing with his desk. The last pair ended up magically glued to each other, back to back, until Madam Pomfrey sorted them out. Headmistress McGonagall had been quite cross with him after that one, but he hadn’t even known that his trap had been set off until she came to complain to him. Now, he had an Alarm spell attached to his desk to warn him if the trap was ever set off.
It was little things like that and his carefree attitude, such as by letting everyone call him by his first name, that’d gotten him such a positive reputation among the students here. At only twenty-four years old, he was just starting to look old enough that the seventh-year students didn’t try to act more like his friend than his students.
As the last few students trickled out, Harry smiled to himself. It’d been another good day, and with the weekend ahead, he’d have plenty of time to relax and even go visit the Weasleys. It was always wonderful being there. At least, it was when Ginny wasn’t around; he didn’t know if he could handle her bringing yet another wizard over and snogging him in the living room while Harry was around in a desperate attempt to make him jealous and try to win her back. Their rows were legendary and exhausting.
Maybe he should double check the Harpies’ schedule before he committed to going. Or he could always come up with the excuse that he needed to stay behind at Hogwarts to get grading and paperwork done. There were never enough hours in the day to truly finish those.
It was a problem he could deal with later. There was a staff meeting before supper, and he needed to be primed and focused for it unless he wanted to make a fool of himself again.
Hiding a scowl over last week’s painful memory, Harry exited the classroom and locked the door. All of his fourth-years seemed to have disappeared, no doubt scurrying to their respective common rooms. There was a thankful momentary reprieve of silence now, but it wouldn’t be long before the students who had classes on the floors above came running down the corridors.
Casually, Harry started making his way around to the nearby stairwell. He’d only made it halfway down the corridor when he spotted a Gryffindor student the opposite way down the junction from where Harry had to turn. The boy was crouched next to an alcove beside the staircase that carried students from the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors down here to the third floor. He was rifling his book bag before he triumphantly pulled out some small object.
“Okay, okay,” the boy murmured with obvious glee. Harry recognised that voice. It was Ethan Taylor, one of his third-year Gryffindor students. It was times like this that Harry regretted agreeing to become the Head of Gryffindor.
Rolling his eyes, Harry placed a Silencing Charm around himself to make his movements perfectly silent. He made his way right behind the boy and crouched down behind him.
Removing the spell, Harry cleared his throat.
Ethan yelped in surprise and stuffed whatever was in his hands back into his book bag. He spun around, nearly ending up nose-to-nose with Harry.
“I wasn’t doing anything. Honest!”
Honesty was the last thing Harry would think of when it came to Ethan Taylor. The young man was as devilish as the Weasley twins had been, but his ideas usually outstripped his abilities. In a couple of years though…
Ethan maintained a perfectly innocent look for as long as he could hold it, which was only around four seconds before he cracked a sly grin. Harry was the only professor who could get him to break like that, not that any of them had any clue as to why.
Harry sighed loudly. “Show me what’s in your bag.”
“Just some books,” Ethan said as he pulled out two tomes. One was his Charms book for the year and the other was Hogwarts: A History.
“And?” Harry prompted him.
“My quill and inkwell.”
“And?”
“A bit of leftover Honeydukes Fudge.”
“Mr Taylor, if I have to—”
“Alright, alright!” Ethan held up his hands in surrender. “It was just a little thing I’ve been working on.”
He reached into his bag tentatively, heartbroken that he had to give up whatever he was working on. Out came a small glass vial, not unlike a muggle test tube, that had a storm raging inside of it. Angry clouds hung near the cork stopper, spewing down rain onto the small bit of liquid collecting at the bottom of the vial.
Harry knew exactly what this was: Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes’ Weather in a Bottle. It was a clever creation that Fred and George had made that, when thrown against a surface, would unleash a storm. It was an uncommon sight these days at Hogwarts given that it was a relatively old product, but he’d been called in more than once during his tenure to deal with a storm that filled an entire corridor.
But there was something odd about this one. The vial looked stained on the inside.
As soon as Harry’s brow narrowed in confusion, Ethan eagerly leapt in to explain his work. “It’s a Weather in a Bottle. I combined it with the Weasley’s Demon Dung! Took a lot of work to separate the explosives from the stench packets within—”
Harry groaned. “You were the one who kept scaring Hagrid’s nest of Murtlap by the lake.”
“I can neither confirm nor deny—”
“Whatever, just get on with it.”
Ethan grinned and twisted the vial to give Harry a better look at it. He pointed to the liquid at the bottom, which had an odd brown hue to it. “Those stench packets were vile, but it only took me one try to mix them in with the Weather in a Bottle. Now, it’ll rain down putrid, foul-smelling water.”
“And who exactly were you planning on using this on?” Harry asked.
“Slytherins, of course.”
“Of course.”
Harry wondered if the animosity between the two houses would ever go away. Great efforts had been made by him, the Headmistress, and the other professors here to quell any animosity between the houses. It had been going well enough, he supposed, until the new professor of potions had arrived.
“Look, you need to stop doing stuff like this,” Harry told Ethan. “Tensions between the two houses are already bad enough.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ethan snorted. Then, at the last second, his face paled slightly. “Sir,” he added quickly.
“Whatever issues I have with—”
“Issues?” Ethan exclaimed. “I think you and Professor Greengrass have more than just issues.”
Harry waved him off. “Regardless, you should be setting a better example for the younger students in your house. Your little sister and the other first years really look up to you. If they see you fighting with Slytherins all the time, then what type of message do you think that’s going to send to them?”
Ethan frowned. “I thought that you’d be happy with stuff like this. I mean, everyone knows how much you and Professor Greengrass fight—”
“We do not fight,” Harry corrected him.
“Then what was that big argument about outside of the Great Hall last week?”
“That was… a disagreement.”
“Well, I’m disagreeing with the way those snakes keep treating us. Haven’t you heard the things that they whisper about you?”
Somehow, Draco’s nickname for him, Scarhead, had carried over now that he was a professor. Some—and he regularly had to remind himself that it was only some—Slytherins continued to use that name derogatorily to refer to him, among other things. It didn’t help that some Slytherins’ parents, siblings, and relatives were locked up because he’d defeated the Dark Lord.
“You don’t need to fight battles on my behalf,” Harry told Ethan. “Pranking can be good fun and all, but when tensions are high between the houses, then it can just make things worse.”
“Then you and Professor Greengrass had better sort out your issues,” Ethan told him bluntly. “I’ve heard that there’s going to be more after-hours duels between us and those snakes.”
“And who is it that’s planning to duel?”
Ethan shrugged and put on that too-innocent face again. “I don’t know.”
Even if Harry could convince him to admit that he knew, Ethan would never betray a fellow Gryffindor.
“Whatever. Just make sure that everyone knows that if I catch them, it’ll be fifty points away from Gryffindor—”
“Fifty!” Ethan shouted. “That’s unfair!”
“That’s life. Get used to it. Now, I suggest that you pack up your things and go back to your common room.”
Suddenly, the sound of heels clacking down the staircase in front of them drew both of their focuses. There was only one witch who made sounds like that.
Professor Daphne Greengrass walked down with a stern expression on her face. Her emerald-green robes perfectly reflected the colours of Slytherin, which, as their head of house, she represented in all matters. Her long blond hair bounced against her back, and her piercing blue eyes scrutinised the two of them.
“What’s going on here?” Daphne asked in a suspicion-laden tone.
“Just a torn book bag,” Harry lied. He’d already dealt with the issue, and he didn’t want to get Daphne worked up. “It’s been fixed.”
“Has it now?” Daphne raised a critical eyebrow. “Then why don’t I see any signs of a rip in the bag?”
“Because Harry… I mean Professor Potter’s charms are just that good,” Ethan said, going along with Harry’s lie while defending him.
“Run along now,” Harry told Ethan. “It won’t be long before supper.”
Harry and Daphne both watched Ethan go before they faced off against each other again.
“The Headmistress sent me to come find you,” Daphne told him, sounding none too pleased at the errand. “Evidently, she doesn’t trust you to find your way to the staff room by yourself. How embarrassing.”
Harry gritted his teeth and bit back. “What’s embarrassing is being ordered around like a well-trained dog.”
“Better that than to be a wild animal,” Daphne snapped. “It’s a marvel that Headmistress McGonagall allows you to set such a poor example for your students. I heard that Professor Sprout caught two of your Gryffindor mongrels attempting to remove a mandrake from its pot without anyone having any proper ear protection on.”
“They made a mistake,” Harry replied.
“A mistake that could’ve cost quite a few their hearing,” Daphne pointed out.
“Madam Pomfrey could have that fixed in a day.”
“How nice of you to be so willing to offload extra work onto your colleagues all because you haven’t been able to instill any sense of responsibility, caution, and wisdom in your students.”
“And all you’ve done is help reinforce the stuck-up attitude that so many Slytherins have about—”
Harry held himself back from continuing as the sound of footsteps started coming from above. Dozens of curious faces peered down from the floor above, but the second they noticed Harry and Daphne standing there, they all stopped.
“We’ve gotta find a detour,” one of the students said to everyone.
“The Professors are fighting again,” another added, and everyone seemed to understand.
“We aren’t fighting,” Harry called weakly after them, but they were already headed off elsewhere. Sighing, he glared at Daphne. “See what you did?”
“What I did?” Daphne scoffed. “You’re the one who’s been late for every single staff meeting we’ve had this year. If I didn’t have to come drag you to it, then none of this would’ve happened.”
“And you’ve done such a good job of bringing me there,” Harry retorted. “Because from what I see, all you’ve done is berate me and my students.” He pulled out his pocket watch, a gift that Arthur and Molly Weasley had gotten him for graduating from Hogwarts. “And you’ve made us both late.”
He turned the watch to show her that they only had three minutes to make it down to the staff room.
“I’ll be telling the Headmistress that this is your fault,” Daphne said angrily as she stormed off.
“I’ll do the same,” Harry replied as he followed her.
“Oh, so you’ll agree that this is all your fault?” Daphne asked snidely.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Harry scowled.
By the time they made it down to the staff room, a dozen more barbs had been exchanged between the two of them. Anything from their teaching styles to their mannerisms to how time Harry spends running his hands through his hair in a day. Any semblance of real issues dissolved into the petty nonsense that they always fell into.
Daphne was the first to the door and opened it promptly. “My apologies, Minerva. I’m not usually late,” she glared at Harry over her shoulder.
“It’s fine, Daphne,” McGonagall replied. “We haven’t begun yet.”
Harry came in next and took up his chair beside Professor Flitwick. Of course, Daphne’s just so happened to be directly across from his.
McGonagall smiled warmly at him. “I heard from the portraits that you took your second-year students out to the edges of the Forbidden Forest yesterday.”
“I couldn’t pass up the chance to show them Hagrid’s garden gnome infestation,” Harry grinned. “And he was quite happy to have help clearing them out.”
“Indeed he was,” Professor Sprout exclaimed. “He brought a few over for use in the greenhouses to deal with a few pesky plants.”
“Didn’t one of your students get bit by one of those beasts?” Daphne asked.
Even in these meetings, she was keen to find ways to criticise him.
“Yes,” Harry answered defensively. “But it didn’t do any real harm. I fixed up the cut quickly.”
“In Potions, we strive for safety above all else,” Daphne said. “You might take a lesson from that.”
“The world isn’t like a controlled laboratory,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Out there, you have to be prepared to deal with different sorts of problems. Dangerous ones. It’s called Defence Against the Dark Arts for a reason. They aren’t going to be kind and cuddly towards you, and it’s better that they experience what it’s like getting hurt and how to deal with it while I’m overseeing them than when they’re out on their own with no one to watch over them.”
“A convenient excuse for not keeping a watchful eye over your students,” Daphne replied.
“Enough,” McGonagall said calmly, but her voice seemed to echo through the room. “I think we’ve all had enough bickering between the two of you for a lifetime.”
The fact that the other professors either nodded along or made amused smiles annoyed Harry. Everything had been fine before Daphne had become a professor here. Now, she was just making them both look like children with how they fought.
“Before we get to our scheduled affairs, there is the matter of detentions to go over,” McGonagall told the room. “Has anyone assigned detentions since we last spoke?”
“The Stebbins lad turned in an exact copy of Ms Ingram’s essay earlier this week,” Professor Babbling announced. “Thankfully, I could easily recognise Ms Ingram’s style of writing. Once I questioned Mr Stebbins, he eventually admitted to it. I felt that two weeks of detention, every night, was fair. Naturally, he'll receive a Troll for this assignment.”
“As he should,” McGonagall nodded.
“Ms Higgs received two nights of detention for misusing charms in class,” Professor Flitwick said with a nod to Daphne. “She used a colour-changing charm to alter the colour of a balloon from yellow to red. I believe it was with the intent of making Ms Sinclair feel badly about her colour blindness.”
“I’ll speak with Ms Higgs,” Daphne assured him. “As you all know, I’ve already had to assign her detention twice this year. We’ll all need to keep a closer watch over her behaviour. I also have a student that I have assigned a detention to. I caught Mr Oakes attempting to sneak Fever Fudge into one of his classmates’ horde of sweets. Given that he is a repeat offender in my house, he will have one detention with me every week for a month, starting with tomorrow night.”
“Hang on,” Harry interrupted. “I assigned Mr Oakes a detention with me tomorrow night for putting firecrackers underneath toilet seats. I assigned it to him last Friday.”
“As did I,” Daphne narrowed her eyes. “Seeing as his infraction that I caught is more severe, my detention takes precedence over yours.”
“He actually planted the firecrackers,” Harry argued. “You said that you caught him when he was only trying to sneak Fever Fudge into someone’s food. The offence I caught him for takes precedence.”
Daphne placed her hands on the table in between them and leaned forward. “What time did you give him his detention? Because I gave it to him before he’d even left the common room for breakfast.”
“I gave it to him just after breakfast,” Harry admitted. “But a difference of an hour doesn’t change things. My detention takes priority. Isn’t that exactly what you argued last month when we’d both assigned detentions to Mr Taylor on the same night?”
“The circumstances of that event were completely different! For one—”
“ENOUGH!”
Headmistress McGonagall was on her feet and glaring daggers at Harry and Daphne. “I don’t care who assigned what detention first or which punishment was worse. I shall oversee Mr Oakes’ detentions myself. And in addition, I’ll be assigning the two of you a sort of detention.”
“Me?” Daphne looked aghast. “Potter is the one who always—”
“I don’t want to hear it,” McGonagall said coldly. “The two of you refuse to act like adults around each other, and the rest of us are sick of it.”
“I find it amusing,” Flitwick admitted quietly.
McGonagall glared at him too before she returned to the main culprits. “You two can go get a late supper from the kitchens after you’ve sorted out your differences. I don’t care how you do it, but if the two of you do not start being civil with one another going forward, then you can both be looking for new employment come summertime.”
Harry and Daphne’s eyes both widened. She couldn’t be seriously considering firing them!
“Yes, I’m serious,” McGonagall added, as though reading their minds. “Now, while the rest of us adults here continue on with our meeting, you two need to go sort out your differences. And for the love of Merlin, do it somewhere private. I’m sick and tired of hearing the students gossip about how they found the two of you fighting in some random corridor again.”
“Right away, Minerva,” Daphne said as she got to her feet. She was always so quick to try to please her. “Let’s go, Harry.”
The way she said his name promised that this was going to be anything but a pleasant conversation, even though it was in both of their best interests to work it out. Harry gritted his teeth and said nothing as he stood up too. Flitwick gave him an encouraging pat on the back, but the rest of the room was silent as they watched Harry and Daphne leave.
As the door closed behind them, Daphne rounded on Harry. “You’re not going to ruin this job for me, Potter,” she snarled at him.
“Me? You’re the new one here. Everything was going great until you showed up.”
“I’m sure that it was in your deluded little mind, but I’ve seen countless problems since I’ve arrived that you seem to be directly behind.”
“Do you really want to have this out in the corridor?” Harry smirked at her. “Isn’t this exactly what Minerva said not to do?”
Daphne’s face went red, and she forced out a reluctant nod. “Then we can continue this discussion in my classroom.”
“Why not my classroom?” Harry argued back.
“Because mine is closer,” Daphne snapped. “The less time I spend with you, the better.”
At least they could agree on that.
The two of them walked with a fair distance between the two of them as they made their way down into the dungeons. Any student that they passed by seemed quite perplexed by the sight as, ordinarily, the only time that they were ever together like this was at mealtimes or when they were arguing.
Eventually, they reached the Potion Classroom. Daphne flicked her wand to unlock the door, but there was no sound of the lock being unlatched. She tried it again, frowned, and then tried the handle. The door swung open.
“Forget to lock up your classroom?” Harry asked snarkily.
“Shut up and get in.”
The Potions Classroom was far less gloomy than it had been under Snape. And unlike with how Slughorn decorated it, Daphne preferred to have living examples of many of the plants that they used in potion making lining the walls. She’d even gotten the Hogwarts house-elves to install a fake window to help brighten the mood. Right now, the window just showed the stone wall behind it, but he’d heard from students that it often showcased forests and meadows with the sun shining overhead.
But just as Harry went to close the door, something bumped into him. Or someone, he should say. Someone invisible.
“Hey!” Harry exclaimed as the door slammed shut behind the person running away. He grabbed the handle and tried to open it, but the door was locked. He tried to undo it, but the lock melted away the second he did.
“What are you going on about?” Daphne asked him.
“There was someone in here! They just ran out. Look at this,” he gestured to the lock.
Daphne rolled her eyes at him. “We can just destroy the door to get out. Aren’t you the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor? Surely you’ve taught your students the Reductor Curse.”
“Of course I have, I just—”
“Look, whoever it was has obviously gotten away. And we can deal with that problem later. It’s nowhere near as important as you trying to jeopardise my employment.”
“How ridiculous do you want to be? All we need to do is stay out of each other’s way and—”
There was an explosion as Daphne sat down behind her desk. Puffs of violet coloured dust sprang out from the ceiling, and Harry felt every stitch of clothing vanish off of his body. He was so distracted as he stared down at his naked form that he didn’t even notice what Daphne was going through.
“Merlin’s sake,” Harry muttered as he dropped his hands to cover his crotch. “Someone obviously…”
He looked up then and saw Daphne in the exact same state of disarray as him. She looked utterly taken aback by what had happened and hadn’t quite bothered to cover up her breasts, which were just resting atop her desk.
Even as a student, Harry knew that Daphne Greengrass was one of the most attractive witches in his year, if not throughout the entirety of Hogwarts. And her looks hadn’t diminished in the slightest upon becoming a professor. Her breasts still sat high on her chest with these tiny rosy-pink nipples that easily rivalled any that he’d ever seen. If it wasn’t for her cute, stubborn face, she might look like a half-decent witch.
“Potter!” Daphne screeched as she covered herself up.
“This wasn’t me!” He shouted at her as he sat down at one of the desks. He figured that it’d make it easier to keep himself covered. “Whoever had been in here was obviously trying to play a prank.”
“Not a very fun one,” Daphne retorted.
“On that, we’re agreed.”
“It was probably one of your Gryffindors.”
“Really? That’s where you want to take this? A debate between our houses?”
“Who else would it have been then?”
“I don’t know. Maybe someone who has a grudge against you, and given how much you piss off the students here, I couldn’t begin to count the number of potential culprits on my fingers.”
“Nonsense, I’m well loved among Slytherins and Ravenclaws.”
“That’s only half of the houses.”
“Well, the others should fall in line.”
“Or maybe you could ease up on the other houses—”
“What a preposterous idea!”
“—and then you wouldn’t have students trying to prank you like this! At the very least, you should put some protections in place to catch anyone who breaks into your office!”
“Oh, like how you turned Ms Klein into a weasel last month!”
“That was an unfortunate accident that came about because she tried to alter my protections! How could anyone have known that the magic I put on my desk would react that way?”
“I call it irresponsibility!”
“What’s irresponsible is not locking your bloody office!”
“I did lock it, but someone obviously came through and unlocked it! And—”
Harry didn’t know if it was a separate mechanism or merely a delayed reaction from the first puff of magic in the air, but another burst of violet dust filled the room. Harry looked down, expecting his clothes to be back on his body, and frowned when he didn’t notice anything different.
“That’s odd,” he muttered. “What happened this time?”
“I don’t know,” Daphne replied. “But I feel odd. It reminds me a bit of Veritaserum, like I can only say the truth. And there’s a compulsion in there somewhere.”
As Daphne rattled off her thoughts, Harry truly focused his senses on the magic around him. He could sense it too. The need to tell the truth, and a compulsion to—
“We’re saying whatever comes to our minds,” Harry exclaimed.
“Precisely! I knew that you had a brain in that head of yours.”
“That was quite rude,” Harry glared at her. “Wait. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Neither did I,” Daphne admitted. “But the compulsion is making us say things that we otherwise wouldn’t. Do you know how to dispel it?”
“Not without knowing the spell that’s behind this,” Harry said. “I can try a few things though.”
And so he weaved his wand through the air, wracking his mind for every possible counter curse that he could think of. He wished that Hermione was here, and he involuntarily told Daphne as much, since she had such an encyclopedic knowledge of spells. Eventually though, he was forced to give up.
“I’m not sure what else we could do,” Harry admitted. “We should probably go see Madam Pomfrey. Let me just conjure some robes—”
“Wait,” Daphne said suddenly. Her cheeks turned a vicious shade of pink. “I prefer you without robes on.”
At first, Harry imagined that she was mocking him in some way, but the compulsion on them wouldn’t allow for that. This was Daphne’s genuine, true thought. She looked so cute when she blushed out of embarrassment.
“You look really cute when you blush out of embarrassment,” Harry repeated his thought, unable to stop himself. “Actually, you’re really cute all of the time. Even when you’re being rude to me. There’s something just so excitement about a gorgeous witch—”
Harry slammed his hands over his mouth. He continued to speak, but his words were mostly muffled.
“You’re actually into me?” Daphne exclaimed in surprise. “I suppose there’s been a few days when we’ve been fighting that I’ve imagined you bending me over my desk, tearing off my robes, and—”
She covered her mouth too, and Harry was left with only his imagination of what she hoped that he would do to her. And it only took a few moments before his cock began to throb underneath the desk he was sitting at. He could practically feel the blood rushing to engorge his member, especially now that Daphne wasn’t covering up her breasts.
“I’m getting hard,” Harry blurted out.
“And I’m having a very difficult time not touching myself right now,” Daphne admitted.
“I’d like to touch you,” Harry replied. He thought about covering up his mouth again, but the reality that Daphne might just be as interested in him as he was in her made him hold back.
“I’d like that very much,” Daphne said, still blushing furiously.
This woman, who’d been such an utter menace to him since she’d started working at Hogwarts, wanted him to fuck her? It sounded like something out of a dream of his, but here she was, sitting before him, not even bothering to cover up her body anymore.
The two of them just stared at each other, each holding back whatever filthy thoughts were running through each other’s minds. But eventually, it became too much.
“Last week, you looked so angry with me,” Daphne began. “Your eyes become so intense when you get like that. I like them like that.”
“And when you get angry, you sway your hips so much more than normal,” Harry said. “It’s hard not to notice your ass beneath your robes when you walk away from me.”
“If you don’t get over here in the next second, I’ll—”
Harry shoved the desk away as he leapt to his feet. Daphne was so stunned by his sudden movement that she got to her feet too, but she wasn’t fast enough to turn around as Harry swept up behind her. He grabbed her thin waist and lifted her up onto her desk, leaving her legs dangling over the edge. Her labia were swollen and dripping with juices, looking tasty enough that Harry dove in without a second thought.
“Oh sweet Merlin!” Daphne cried out as Harry’s tongue licked up her slit.
Her legs thrashed out, but he grabbed onto her thighs to hold her in the perfect position so that his tongue could work its magic. His previous experience with women had taught him just the right way to tease someone until they came utterly undone beneath him, but Daphne was different. She was so much wetter from the very start and overwhelmingly sensitive. Every little touch he made sent shivers down her spine, which refracted throughout her limbs.
Daphne’s heavy breaths seemed to echo throughout the room as Harry’s tongue worked its way down to her swollen clit. It was just begging to be touched, and Harry was more than happy to give her what she so desperately needed.
“Fuck,” Daphne moaned, her nails scratching her desk. “Right there, keep up the pressure. Your tongue feels too good. Merlin, I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me.”
Neither could he. His cock bounced at her words, begging to be touched, but if he did that now, he knew that he wouldn’t last for long. This animosity between him and Daphne had boiled over into the ultimate sexual tension, and he was so desperate to unleash all of his energy into her body.
As he continued to lick her clit, Harry let his fingers tease her slit. He rubbed them up and down, collecting plenty of juices to lubricate himself. And then, with the simplest push forward, two of his fingers slid inside of Daphne’s pussy. Her silky walls clung to him instantly, squeezing him as he found just the right spot to tease her.
“That’s so good,” Daphne moaned. “Right there. A little higher. That’s… urgh!”
Harry grinned as his tongue flicked Daphne’s clit. She was melting just the way he wanted her to. Even when he was truly pissed off with her, there had been nights where he’d imagined what her moans sounded like. These were more heavenly than anything his mind could’ve ever come up with.
Just as he settled into a steady rhythm, Daphne started to squirm more against his touches. At first, he thought that she was simply getting close to cumming, but then she interrupted his thought with an even more exciting idea.
“You need to fuck me,” she told him bluntly. “I’ve been dreaming of it for so long now, and your cock doesn’t look like it’s going to disappoint. If you can fuck me half as good as you can eat pussy, then I know I’ll be fully satisfied. And if you don’t take this chance I’m giving you, then I swear to you Harry Potter that I’ll hunt you down and make you pay for leaving me wanting. I’ll tie your balls up in a vice and—ahh!”
Harry had suddenly stood up straight and rammed forward with his hips, trusting that his cock would find Daphne’s sopping-wet pussy. The second the tip found her hole, his hips carried him the rest of the way forward, and he slid half of his length inside of her hot, tight, wet pussy. Harry’s eyes slammed shut as he groaned at finally getting the satisfaction he’d been denied for too long. The last time he’d slept with a witch had been over six months ago, and their tryst hadn’t felt anywhere near as good as this moment with Daphne. He didn’t know if it was the thrill of fucking her over her own desk inside of the Potions classroom, if was the fact that he was fucking a woman who’d gotten on his nerves so much, or if it was a combination of both of those things and so many others that made him so excited, but he simply couldn’t control himself as he slowly pushed forward, relishing every inch of Daphne’s pussy that he continued to fill until he reached her limit.
There was a little less than an inch of his cock that couldn’t fit inside of Daphne’s pussy, but that was alright. “You feel so fucking good,” Harry blurted out the only thought that was on his mind. “I bet there are other positions that’ll let me fit the rest of my cock inside of you.”
“I fucking hope so,” Daphne replied instantly. “I could ride you while you sit in my chair, or you could lay me down in my bed and fuck me until the legs give out beneath us.”
“I want to carry you around, bouncing you on my cock as you bite my neck from how good it feels,” Harry revealed. “And then I could cum in you—”
Fuck, was that taking things too far? Every fibre of his being was begging for him to cum inside of Daphne’s perfect pussy, but the implications of doing so ranged far beyond a hookup like this.
But even as panic set in across his face, Daphne looked back at him with nothing but pure lust.
“I bet that you’ve got a thicker load to offer than any other man,” she told him as she licked her lips. “I’d love to feel your hot, thick cum dripping out of me.”
That was almost more than he could handle. If thoughts alone could make him cum, then he would’ve done so right then. Thankfully, his body held on, even as his heart rate skyrocketed.
“You’re so unbelievably naughty.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
And with the potion compelling the truth out of them, Harry truly believed Daphne’s words. There were a thousand potential scenarios of situations the two of them could get up to, and each one seemed greater than the last. Now that he knew that Daphne was the filthy type of witch to get up to things like this, he hoped that their future days together would be packed with fun.
That wouldn’t be until the future though. Right now, the present was all that Harry knew he should focus on. He’d lingered too long already buried deep inside of Daphne’s pussy. He needed to start moving.
And as he pulled back his hips, Daphne mewled like a witch who hadn’t been properly fucked in quite some time. Given her standoffish nature, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Daphne seemed like the prissy sort, a witch who wouldn’t accept anything but the best in a partner. Thankfully, Harry was here to give her exactly that.
Now that his cock was thoroughly soaked in Daphne’s juices, it made it far too easy to slide in and out of her pussy. He kept pulling back until his cock was almost completely out of her, and then he’d slam forward with so much enthusiasm that Daphne’s desk rocked beneath her luscious body. Harry’s hips felt uncontrollable as he thrust into her again and again, letting the tip of his cock just barely touch her cervix each time. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she showed quite a bit of enjoyment at being completely filled up by his girthy cock.
“You feel like you need a good, hard fuck,” Harry rumbled into Daphne’s ears. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass cheeks and kept fucking her, making sure that he wasn’t so uncontrollably rough that she fell over her desk and off of his cock. He fucked her as hard as he could without ruining the moment, and Daphne rewarded him with the most sensuous moans he’d ever heard in his life.
Honestly, if he knew that she could sound like this, he’d have gone after her long before today.
Daphne’s glorious pussy started squeezing him in rhythmic pulses, coming in faster and faster the longer he fucked her. Each squeeze became tighter than the last as her breathing continued to quicken in pace. She was as close to cumming as he was. Though he longed to last longer inside of her, Daphne’s pussy felt better than any other that he’d ever fucked. Combined with her frustrating and intoxicating personality, Harry was overcome with the need to finish.
He could practically sense a similar feeling coming from her even though she was utterly incapable of words at this moment. Her body told him exactly what she was feeling, but he still needed to check with her.
“I’m close,” he warned her.
“Potter, if you dare cum anywhere else except in my pussy, I’ll—ahh!” She screamed as loomed over her, fucking her harder than before. If she was going to respond with anything else than a desperate beg for him to fill her up, then he’d show her just how much more he could give her. He wanted to see her right on the edge of sanity before he unloaded inside of her.
And so he did. Daphne’s cries only grew, and the incessant pulsing in his cock grew to intolerable levels.
Before he fully realised what was happening, his orgasm struck him, and he shot a thick load of cum deep inside of Daphne’s pussy. Every muscle of his tensed up, and rope after rope of cum shot out, leaving him a gasping mess.
And as he came, Daphne screamed. He wished that he’d heard her scream his name, but what came from her lips was something far more primal than that. She screamed to the heavens above as her legs trembled around him. She threw her head back, showing him her closed eyes and open mouth as her voice faded into something silent but so beautiful. He’d made her cum so hard that neither words nor sound could do it justice, and that was enough to satisfy him.
Even as his orgasm faded, he felt the pulse of Daphne’s body race around his cock as she continued to ride out her pleasure. He leaned over her, whispering words of affirmation into her ears as he kissed her jawline sweetly until she finally finished and sagged over her desk, utterly exhausted.
Carefully, Harry lifted Daphne into his arms, spinning her around on his cock so that she was facing him. She quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him, too tired to do anything else. He fell back into her chair, feeling just as exhausted as she was and yet utterly satisfied by the warmth of her body against his.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled as he kissed her neck. “And a lot of fun.”
“Hnngh,” Daphne groaned into his shoulder. She rocked her body against his, making his cock leap inside of her again. “You’d better not tell anyone about this.”
“Not even about how you told me about your fantasies of me fucking you?” Harry grinned.
“Especially that,” Daphne replied as she pulled her head back, staring seriously into his eyes. “If you don’t keep it quiet, I guess you’ll never get to live out those fantasies.”
Suddenly, Harry’s lips slammed shut.
Even if she was a pain sometimes, there were things worth sacrificing for.