Harry carried Daphne across most of the castle. She didn't complain. The position wasn't exactly dignified, but that hardly mattered when no one was around to see them. Besides that, Daphne had been unable to avoid noticing how Harry's arms still weren't tired even after holding her for minutes on end, something that excited her for things to come.
Harry didn't even bother getting dressed. This late, only Filch was out making his rounds, and he wasn't too worried about being caught by the man after so many years of practice with sneaking.
Daphne was visibly trying to figure out where they were going, but it wasn't until they reached the Fat Lady's portrait that it dawned on her.
"Here?" Daphne asked, looking frightened.
"I can't think of anywhere more fitting," Harry said. "We won't be caught."
He glanced back at where his clothes were hovering behind them, following like an obedient pet.
Their voices had woken the Fat Lady. She blearily opened her eyes, blinked, then started to exclaim loudly when she saw them. But Harry waved his hand and made her voice disappear, only removing the silencing charm once she had suitably calmed down.
It didn't take very long. The portly, two-dimensional woman was beginning to blush as she stared at his body.
"Redbelly Trout," Harry said.
Gulping, the Fat Lady swung open, accepting the password.
"Make lots of noise," she whispered as they stepped inside. "Pretty please?"
As usual at such a late hour, the common room was empty inside. The fireplace was dark. There wasn't much light coming in the windows, but there was some. Harry carried Daphne to the largest couch, before setting her down on her feet and laying back.
There was a moment where nothing happened. Daphne looked all around. She was trying to acclimate to the surroundings, and also let her brain catch up with what was happening. After nearly a minute, she looked down at Harry's laying form, waiting for him to do something.
"Weren't you going to make love to me?" she said.
"I'm tired," Harry said, shutting his eyes.
"Tired?!" Daphne asked.
"I used up a lot of energy fucking Pansy. And then I had to carry you all the way here…"
"You aren't even breathing hard!" Daphne said.
Harry yawned. "It's so late…"
Daphne made her hands into fists, glaring. That was what it looked like, at least, in the low light.
"Maybe I'll just go to sleep…" he said.
"No!" Daphne exclaimed. "I need—?"
"What do you need?"
"Your dick," Daphne admitted quietly. "You said you were going to reward me."
Harry decided that he liked the sound of an uncouth word like "dick" coming out of her prim mouth.
"I am giving you a reward," he said. "You get the wonderful opportunity to serve me."
"To… serve you?" Daphne asked.
"I'm going to lie right here," Harry said, "totally naked, on this couch. What else happens on the couch is entirely up to you."
Daphne's whole body shook. Harry wasn't sure what emotion was doing it. He just knew that she was coming to terms with what he was saying: that this time, the agency rested with her.
It was one thing for her to submit to him and let him fuck her. It was another thing entirely to be the one that had to work at it, while submitting all the same.
Which was why after this, when the Greengrass heir broke for him, it would be such a sweet feeling.
Harry heard the sound of cloth rustling against skin. He watched as Daphne pulled off her robes, letting them drop down around her feet, stepping out of them promptly.
Underneath were things that were more aptly described as scraps than underwear. They barely hid any of the goods; and Daphne had a lot of display. She had lovely breasts, giving Harry a view down her cleavage as she bent forward, a motion that also accentuated her extremely shapely ass.
Harry was still naked, and at the sight of Daphne's body, he began to get slightly harder. But the final result was only semi-flaccid, not rock hard like Daphne needed him to be. She scowled.
In the dim room, it was almost like her skin was glowing. Every inch was so pale and white, she looked like a cost haunting Harry's crotch. Only her blond hair and bright, red lips ruined the impression.
Daphne climbed onto the sofa and leaned her body forward, wrapping him up in her lips. Because Harry wasn't totally hard yet, she didn't even need to use her throat in order to fit all of him inside her. That would be changing soon.
"I remember you using green lipstick," Harry said, laying back with his arms behind her head. "Now it's red. Did you swap out? Naughty slut. You expected to end up in the Gryffindor tower, didn't you?"
Daphne glared at him. But her tongue was too busy sliding messily across the cock in her mouth to respond. As more blood flowed down, her mouth was being filled progressively more, forcing her to use her nose to breathe.
"I'll bet," said Harry, "that if I hadn't brought you here, you would've showed up all on your own one morning. The horniness would've gotten you. I'd come down with the rest of Gryffindor, and we'd find you here, begging me to take you even if every other boy watched."
Daphne glared at him. But a moment later, she seemed to be thinking it over. She slid her head back, popping Harry's cock out of her mouth, leaving a red ring all around the purple head of his cock.
"Would you do it?" she asked quietly.
"Pardon?" Harry asked.
He expected her to bristle and get angry, which would have spiced up the experience well in its own way. But he hadn't expected to get this.
"I'm asking if you would fuck me in front of them?" Daphne asked. "If I bent over for you" —she ducked down and ran her tongue around his cock— "naked and DRIPPING for you" —she planted a quick kiss on his meat— "would you shove this thing all the way inside me while everyone watched." She looked up, staring him in the eyes. "I'd love if you would."
And she dropped her head, taking him all the way into the back of her throat, eliciting a groan from Harry.
"Should we wake them up now?" Harry asked gruffly, beginning to get into it.
Daphne's eyes widened at the prospect, and she shook her head, which only felt even better on Harry's penis.
"It would only take a second," Harry said. "We could get all the sixth year boys down here. Maybe invite the seventh years. Oh, and can't be forgetting the girls."
Daphne shut her eyes as she imagined it. Her fingers pressed on his muscular stomach, digging in, as she pounded her throat with his dick.
"It would be nice, don't you think?" he asked. "They could watch this snake get her dirty little fix… Just like this."
His hands sprung out from behind his head, both pressing Daphne down. She squealed as he slid deep into her throat, his cock flexing and delivering a thick load inside of her.
Harry waited until his orgasm was completely finished before he lessened the pressure on Daphne, allowing her to rise. She sat up dazedly, a bit of saliva hanging from her lip. Harry smirked at her.
"I know you're not stopping now," he said.
Daphne jolted. She peeled off her bra, letting her boobs loose, and stripped out of her panties a moment later. Harry's cock was still sticking straight up. Heedless of the lipstick and spit she'd left along its surface, Daphne kneeled over it and dropped down, beginning to ride him.
"Ah!" she cried out. "Ah! Ah!"
Each time her body bounced she moaned. Her noises filled the common room and echoed up the stairs. The Fat Lady would be happy, Harry decided.
He went quiet. Daphne was making enough noise for the both of them right now. He allowed himself to lay back and do nothing, enjoying it as a beauty strove to pleasure him.
Daphne Greengrass was the princess of Slytherin. Harry had heard it straight from Tracey. Pansy had the most clout because she stuck with Draco, but Daphne was the one that all the boys wanted. She was considered perfect. She had good blood, a diplomatic demeanor, and a knockout body that had dozens of boys writing their fathers, pleading for a marriage contract to be drawn up. They all fantasized about her.
And here she was, plunging her pussy down on the cock of Gryffindor's poster boy.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle. It was incredible how good Slytherin sluts were when you gave them the right push.
Daphne bent forward. She pressed her breasts against his chest, and got close enough for him to hear her every gasping breath. Her lips landed on his neck, biting and sucking. Harry was able to look down her back, watching her shapely butt rise and fall at a steady rhythm. He was tempted to smack it, but held back. Daphne's submission was tastier if he held back for as long as possible.
He heard her lips smacking wetly against his skin, and felt her teeth prodding his skin. She was still moaning. Maybe it was because she had gotten so much closer to his ears, but it felt like she was getting louder.
Just as Daphne pulled away from him, straightening her back again to work through her first orgasm, Harry heard something.
Daphne missed it, but Daphne wasn't used to this common room. There was one creaky step ten away from the bottom of the staircase. Harry heard it now, squeaking quietly. Someone was coming down.
"Hey, you're getting your wish," Harry said. "And we didn't even have to call them."
Daphne's eyes widened suddenly. She looked back, panicking, and accidentally fell backwards. She landed on her back by Harry's feet, her pussy tossing a thin trail of clear liquid as she fell: remnants of her orgasm.
"Hello?" a voice asked. "Is someone down here?"
They still hadn't stepped out into the room. Before they arrived, Harry surged up. He leaned forward, and at the same time, summoned something from underneath his clothes.
It fluttered up to him, and he tossed it over both him and Daphne as he descended on the blond while she lay on her back, thrusting back into her. Daphne moaned loudly as he filled her up, before clapping a hand over her own mouth.
"I can hear you," said the voice, stepping out into the common room. "Who's there?"
Candles around the room came to life, letting Harry see Daphne's face in a new level of detail. Her eyes were wide with concern, despite her earlier claim about wanting to be watched. Harry pulled back slowly, and watched Daphne's face twitch. Moving slowly enough not to make any noise when his body collided with Daphne's, Harry returned to fucking her, brushing her womb softly instead of slamming into it as usual.
"No use hiding! I'll find you!"
The person calling out to them came into sight, walking around the couch and peering suspiciously. Harry recognized them as the seventh year boys prefect. Daphne's eyes rolled all the way up as she stared at where the boy was walking. But, of course, he couldn't see anything.
Harry thrust again, making Daphne bite her own lip to force herself not to make noise.
"Clothes?" said the prefect, looking at Harry's robes. "If you're still here…!"
He twisted around, looking everywhere, including checking under tables. Harry kept easing himself through Daphne. He groped her breasts, pinching her nipple. Daphne's face was turning red with restraint from holding in her voice.
"Must've run," the prefect said. "Whatever. Filch will get them."
The candles went out. The boy walked back up the stairs. Harry waited until he heard that same stair squeak, then tore his cloak off.
His magic descended on them like a blanket. His body clapped against Daphne's, and this time after such a forceful thrust there was no way she could hide her voice.
"Let it out!" Harry said. "I've muffled us!"
"You could've done that from the start!" Daphne whined, moans punctuating her words.
"I could have!" Harry said. "That doesn't sound like nearly as much fun!"
He pressed forward, squishing Daphne's shoulders against the arm of the sofa. He propped his arms on that same sofa arm, leaning above her as he fucked her with just as much force as he used on Pansy, only with Daphne he had eased into it, and the sudden increase caught her totally off guard.
She moaned and screamed out her pleasure, releasing the voice she had been forced to keep pent up. It all burst out of her.
Harry was grinning. He was having a great time. And as they had all night, now that the prefect was dealt with, he decided to push himself.
His incredible stamina had mostly been down to how many times he could stay hard after orgasming. But this time, with Daphne, he made a real effort not to cum. He kept fucking her for as long as possible without cumming, and when he slipped up and orgasmed, he kept on fucking.
By the time he finally gave out, grunting and spurting a final load, Daphne's face looked truly silly. A bit of light was even coming in the window, marking the time as somewhere around dawn. Harry couldn't be sure, but he was pretty sure they had gone at it for at least two hours.
As he caught his breath, Harry couldn't help himself.
"Who said Slytherins and Gryffindors can't get along?" he laughed.
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