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Daphne Greengrass wanted nothing more than to punch Harry Potter in the face.
She tried to avoid the thick clouds that were billowing from their potion from getting into her face and glared at Potter.
She was often called the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts, with her flowing blonde hair that fell down to her mid back, her icy blue eyes which would have stacked up a serious body count if looks could kill, and her perfect hourglass figure.
While she outwardly held an aloof, uncaring expression, inside, she would always flare up with anger when stupid Potter decided to stick his nose in her business. To her never ending misery, she had been seated right next to him.
It still baffled her how Potter had turned from a lost cause to a child prodigy in potions in the span of the summer.
True, he did finish the potion they were supposed to brew in thirty minutes out of the one hour time limit, and gave her time to complete some other work one they handed their potion to Slughorn. She was inwardly elated to have the opportunity to finally complete all of her remaining assignments.
She had dared not respond to his advances, knowing that if she allowed herself to reciprocate even a little, she would sink in. She knew Harry had caught on to the fact that she was a little more receptive to his behavior than she seemed.
However...
"Psst. Greengrass."
She pointedly ignored him, scratching away with her quill.
"Oi." She felt him leaning over from his side of the desk. "Hey, look here." Her patience was beginning to thin. This was the tenth time he was trying to get her attention.
"Oi, Greengrass-" "What!"
She slapped a hand over her mouth. That came out louder than she'd wanted. Heads turned toward her, startled by the sudden noise.
"Ms. Greengrass, is everything alright?" Professor Slughorn walked up to their desk.
"Yes," she grit her teeth, glaring at Potter yet again. "I'm sorry, Professor."
Slughorn beamed. "Good!" He walked away, examining the potions of the other students. She kept her quill down(trying to stop her hand shaking) and turned to face Potter, who looked quite amused.
Since he had been hailed by the Prophet as 'the chosen one', he had seemingly changed quite a lot. Gone was the short-tempered fireball who probably visited the hospital wing more than any other, and was replaced by a calm, carefree and(Daphne had had way too much experience with this one) flirtatious wizard.
"I was going to ask, what's your favorite place in Hogsmeade?"
"Wherever you aren't."
He laughed. "Cold, Greengrass. I guess that's to be expected. Would you settle for my company in the Three Broomsticks this weekend?"
Daphne's patience finally snapped. "Look, Potter. I don't give a shite about going to Hogsmeade with you. You're bloody annoying, and frankly, so is the Granger girl and that blood-traitor Weasley."
Harry's expression changed like a flipped switch, and his expression became stormy. "I don't care if you insult me, but I will not tolerate you insulting my friends."
Daphne giggled mockingly. "What're you going to do about it?"
"You don't want to find out."
She scoffed. "Try me."
As the two were glaring at each other, Slughorn approached them yet again. "Harry, m'boy, I need a teensy little favor from you," Slughorn beamed at Harry.
Once again, Harry's expression switched to a pleasant one. Daphne was rather taken aback, however she didn't have time to ponder upon it.
"I left some files in the faculty room. It's quite an assortment of folders, and it might take you a while to sort through them. They can't be summoned, and when you find them, do not open them. Classified information, m'boy."
Harry nodded. "I'll do it, sir."
Slughorn took a few steps in the other direction, before turning back.
"I suppose you should take Ms. Greengrass with you as well. To help you search, you know."
The walk to the faculty room was an awkward one. Daphne could not ignore the uncomfortable silence between them. Potter seemed entirely unbothered by it, however Daphne had a sneaking suspicion Potter was putting up a façade.
Finally they reached the room, and Harry swiftly opened the door with the key Slughorn had given him. It was deserted, and they quickly strode in.
The first sign that something was wrong was when Harry locked the door behind them.
Daphne's hand went to her wand, but before she could grasp it, she was slammed against the door. Letting out a surprised yelp, she stared at Potter, who was glaring at her. Their bodies were pressed close together, and Daphne could surprisingly feel the hard definition of abs on his stomach.
"What're you playing at, Greengrass?" Potter growled.
All sorts of sensations formed in Daphne's gut as she felt his growl reverberate through his chest, which was pressed to hers.
Daphne could only stammer and flush.
"I'm not stupid, you know. I know you like me more than you let on." He leaned in closer, their faces inches from each other. "Why won't you allow yourself to like me?"
It was true and she hated him for it. Yet... this was the closest she'd ever been to Potter. His scent was overwhelming, filling her senses, his touch bringing warmth to her skin.
His eyes held indignance, yet something else was buried under it. A dark, sinful undertone that made his pupils go wide and made her knees weak.
He seemed to have a moment of clarity regarding their position. She didn't expect him to pull away, and he didn't disappoint her. Instead, he leaned even closer...
The moment their lips met, a spark of lightning coursed through her. His lips were soft and warm as they gently massaged hers.
Daphne was shocked at how good it felt. She had only kissed one person before, and it had been lackluster.
She wrapped her arms around his torso, tilting her head slightly as he slowly prodded her lips open with his tongue. She felt it probe her mouth, and she got those sparks again when it rubbed against her tongue.
Never in a million years would she have imagined that one day she would be snogging Harry Potter in a deserted faculty room.
Their bodies pressed even closer against each other, and Daphne gasped into the kiss as she felt a bulge prod her belly. Harry seemed to know what she had noticed, as he broke off the kiss and began to kiss along her jawline, then down the column of her neck, sucking and biting along her collarbone...
She quickly shrugged off her robes and took off her tie, unbuttoning her shirt until she was left in her black bra.
Harry stared at her, lust even more evident on his expression. He kissed along her shoulder, then sank down to licking on her cleavage. Daphne hadn't even realized when he'd taken her pants off, but now she was left in only her underwear.
She held up her hand and Harry stopped. She ripped off his robes and ties and unbuttoned his shirt, licking her lips as she saw his muscled torso. She motioned him to take off his pants. Chuckling, he obliged, and he was in his boxers.
A large shape strained against the fabric. Daphne gulped. Harry was focused on drinking in the sight of Daphne Greengrass in her underwear, blatantly ogling his bulge.
He kissed her again, this time rougher. Their lips mashed against each other. Daphne was certain there were bruises on her lips from how insistently he bit and licked her, but she didn't care.
She quickly took off her bra, chewing her lip as she revealed her breasts.
Harry gazed at them in awe. They were perfectly round, with small nipples that were pebbled from arousal, begging to be played with.
Harry dove in like a starving man, grasping, squeezing and licking her breasts. He pinched one nipple and tenderly twisted it, drawing a sharp gasp, followed by a moan from Daphne. He licked and sucked on the other breast and Daphne gripped Harry's head as he played with her tits.
"F-Fuck, Potter..."
Harry seemed to get her message as he tugged her nipple one last time(making Daphne squirm) and kissed and groped his way down her body. He licked down her flat stomach, admiring the curve of her hip and the swell of her magnificent ass.
She took a deep breath as he took off her panties, revealing her hairless mound.
Once again, Harry had to take a moment to appreciate it. It was delicate-looking and pink, coated with a layer of her arousal.
"D-Do you like it?" she asked.
Harry nodded, seemingly lost for words. He gripped her thighs and kissed along her navel, getting closer and closer to her pussy before redirection to the inside of her thigh, licking uncomfortably close to her pussy.
Daphne squirmed and shuddered as Harry teased her. It was irritating, the way he licked close to her pussy with that mischievous gleam in his eye. Finally, as though he had heard her prayer, he kissed her mound.
He parted her soft lips with his thumbs and stared at her exposed pussy. "It's beautiful," he whispered, placing one long lick from the top to the bottom. Daphne moaned loudly.
"Do that again!" she whispered.
Harry chuckled, pleasuring her pussy in long, slow licks. Daphne moaned breathily throughout it, one hand reaching down to run her fingers through his messy hair, while the other reached up to toy with her nipple.
Her knees buckled, Harry's steady grip on her thighs being the only reason she hadn't fallen over yet. Pleasure coursed through her, simultaneously getting her closet to the edge and also filling her with desire.
She came with a near-shout, gripping his head the hardest, bucking her hips into his face. She shuddered, tremors wracking her body as her juices slowly leaked out of her pussy.
Harry wiped his mouth with his hand and grinned. Daphne felt a blush rise to her cheeks.
"Enjoyed that, Greengrass?"
She didn't have time to say anything in response, because Harry chose that moment to stand up and take off his boxers.
Daphne's jaw dropped as his huge cock bobbed upwards. It was a monstrous thing, girthy and long with angry veins sprawling across it all the way to it's bulbous tip, throbbing red.
She gulped, crouching down to inspect it further. "Woah," she breathed. Daphne doubted she could cover half of it with both her hands.
She reached out a hand to touch it, her finger trailing from the base, through it's underside all the way to the root. Harry hissed as she touched the sensitive tip.
"It's... huge."
She wrapped her palm around it. Her middle finger barely touched her thumb. She slowly moved her hand back and forth, watching as the skin stretched and squeezed. Harry sighed a little. "Keep doing that,"
She put her other hand on it too, and slowly jerked him off, gathering speed as she went. His cock was throbbing in her hands after a while, and Harry was groaning a little.
Daphne opened her mouth and placed a kitten lick at the very tip, making Harry hiss. Encouraged, she licked more and more of his cock, until she had placed the tip inside her mouth. She took as much of the cock as she could comfortably, which was not very much compared to it's full size.
Harry grunted a little as he felt the tip reach the back of Daphne's mouth. She then looked up at him with her blue eyes, filled with wonder and lust, and Harry lost it.
He grabbed her silky blonde hair on the back of her head and impaled her upon his cock. Daphne's eyes widened and began to water, and she made what was supposed to be a scream, but it was muffled. Tears began leaking out of her eyes, but she didn't break eye contact with Harry.
"Oh fuck, Daphne..." He moaned, giving Daphne a few seconds to adjust before grabbing her head and ramming his hips into her face again. Her mouth was deliciously tight, the saliva lubricating his dick as it plunged into it.
Daphne had never felt more aroused than she felt now, as she let Harry facefuck her. He humped her mercilessly, his cock making her choke again and again, the force of his thrusts making her jaw ache. Her nose was buried in the sparse hair that decorated his pubic region, and she could do nothing more than inhale his scent.
She rubbed herself while she let herself be used by him, an action that made her wet beyond belief. Finally, Harry grunted- "Gonna cum,"
She felt herself get a little more excited and rubbed herself more furiously. After a few thrusts, Harry emptied himself in her mouth, jet after jet of semen flooding her oral cavity. She gagged on the sheer volume of it, some of it dribbling down the corners of her mouth, white hot cum spilling onto her breasts.
As he spurted the last jet of cum, he pulled out of her mouth with a sigh. Daphne, to her credit, tried to swallow his cum, but was only able to gulp down some of it before it spilled out.
Harry did his damn best to burn the image of a naked Daphne Greengrass staring at him with her icy eyes, his cum sliding down her chin and onto her ample cleavage.
"Shit... Daphne, that was amazing," he breathed. Daphne nodded a little, still too dazed to answer.
"However, I don't believe we're quite done yet." Harry smirked. Daphne's eyes went wide as she wondered what he was talking about.
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, bending her forcefully until she was on her knees. She felt herself grow wetter as her ass was presented to Harry.
She gasped when she felt his bulbous tip prod her soft pussy.