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Clubbing - Harry/Daphne
🕑 Added 2024-05-16 15:59:01 +0000 UTCFor the third night in a row, Harry found himself back at The Black Night—the most exclusive magical nightclub in all of Britain. Well, technically it was the only magical nightclub in Britain, but that didn’t take away from how overwhelmingly popular it was. It was only thanks to Harry’s status as the Boy-Who-Lived that got him easy entry whenever he liked—most poor souls were stuck waiting out in line for hours before they could be let in.
The Black Night was located partway down a staircase that connected Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley. Though Harry’s initial reservations about the location had put him on edge the first time he entered the establishment, he quickly learned that it was as safe a place as any in Diagon Alley. Retired Aurors had been hired as bouncers and they ensured that no one got inside without being carefully checked over for anything illegal.
The old, scarred Auror let Harry pass after a quick wave of her wand. Harry nodded to her in thanks as he slipped through the open door and into a dark hallway.
In the wake of Voldemort’s defeat, many people had been scared to return to their normal lives. Two wars within a couple of decades of one another had put everyone on edge. The Ministry had been trying their best to get things back to normal to help the economy stabilise, but their efforts largely failed until Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt came up with a clever plan.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been the first three “ambassadors” as Kingsley liked to call them. The Ministry gave them gold and told them to go out and spend it publicly. So, the three of them regularly went out and about, taking their time in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and anywhere else that would get them noticed. Sure enough, it projected an air of security and soon the rest of the magical population started to return to their normal lives.
Though the program had accomplished its task, Kingsley still kept the Golden Trio on as ambassadors. He had told them it was important for the biggest heroes of the war to remain in the public’s eye for as long as possible to help everyone heal. While the three of them had some qualms with this responsibility being thrust upon them, they still agreed to do what they could.
The Black Night was Britain’s latest obsession. It was owned by a pair of muggleborns, who had taken the muggle nightclub and adapted it to magical tastes. Ron and Hermione had been the ones who pressured him to check it out, but now he had his own reasons for visiting it.
Near the end of the dark hallway, as Harry stepped over a thin white line drawn on the hardwood floor, Harry’s ears were suddenly assaulted by bass-heavy music. It pounded in his chest and tingled through the rest of his body.
The sole door in front of him swung open and Harry was treated to the sight of a large, open dance floor packed with witches and wizards. True to its name, The Black Night was quite dark inside. The dim light made it so that it was difficult to make out anything beyond a couple metres in front of you. Only the brief illuminations from thin beams of moving multi-coloured lights gave glimpses of anything more than silhouettes in the darkness.
Harry ignored the stairs to his right which led up to the balcony that overlooked the dance floor and instead made his way left over to the bar. Despite how dark the club was, the bartender had Harry’s usual glass of firewhiskey ready for him as he approached.
“Thanks,” Harry told the dark-haired woman.
As he reached into his pocket to grab a galleon to pay her with, she held her hand up with a smile. “Someone already paid for your drink,” she shouted over the loud music playing in the background. At Harry’s quizzical look, she gestured her head to the side.
Harry couldn’t see what she had gestured at, not with the minimal amount of lighting in the club. It took a few seconds before a thin beam of green light arced by and suddenly illuminated the face that had been haunting his dreams for the past two nights.
Daphne Greengrass flipped her long, straight blond hair behind her shoulders and gave him a wink before the light moved away and Harry was left staring at her silhouette.
Harry stood there practically dumbstruck. He had been eyeing up this beautiful woman every single time he came to The Black Night. The way her body moved to the music had hypnotised him from the moment he first laid his eyes on her. He had built up the courage to dance with her near the end of the last night he’d visited this place. Their bodies had pressed up against each other in the most delicious ways, but when the song ended, she’d faded back into the throng of dancing people. He’d been dejected at that, but the cold drink in his hand warmed up his spirits.
Just as Harry thought to approach Daphne, her silhouette started to move.
“You’d better go get her,” the bartender chuckled at him.
Harry quickly downed his firewhiskey in a single gulp and carefully placed the glass on the counter before following after Daphne.
There wasn’t a single moment that she was outside of his sight. At first, Harry was treated to a perfect view of her backside swaying to the beat of the music. Then she slipped down onto the dance floor. She shot a quick look back at him before disappearing into the crowd.
It would have been difficult for most people to track her down, but Harry had been dealing with dark witches and wizards for years now. He knew how to track a target.
Harry pushed through the crowd, doing his best not to disturb the dancers all around him, as he followed Daphne through the crowd. She was moving towards the far side of the dance floor, right below the balcony.
Just as Harry was about to catch up to her, someone landed in his arms. It was a redheaded woman he vaguely remembered from Hogwarts. She tried to grab his hands and yelled something at him about wanting to dance, but Harry ignored her. He heard her groan of disapproval as he slipped past her.
Harry let out his own growl of frustration as he realised he couldn’t see Daphne anymore. He started turning around, scanning through the dark crowd, when suddenly someone tapped gently on his shoulder.
As Harry turned back around, he suddenly found a pair of lips pressed up against his. His eyes widened for a moment but he recognized the sapphire blue eyes staring back at him so he melted into the kiss. He could taste the sweet flavour of apricot-flavoured liqueur on her tongue. His arms came around to grab Daphne’s back as her hands cupped his face.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Daphne teased as they broke apart from the kiss. “Again.”
Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest as he took in Daphne’s beautiful red lips that were smiling at him. She was wearing the same short black dress that she had last night—not that Harry minded in the slightest. It was a wonderful outfit that showed off her long legs and a fair amount of cleavage. Merlin, she looked absolutely divine.
“I could say the same to you,” Harry replied, his arms not leaving Daphne’s back. She seemed more than content to stay pressed up against him as they gently moved off to the edge of the dance floor by the back wall.
“I thought I could use another night off,” Daphne said.
“Is being the newest Scribe for the Wizengamot that taxing?” Harry teased her.
Daphne pushed off against his chest and took a step back, giving Harry a perfect opportunity to admire her in all her beauty. “It is when you keep arresting so many big-time criminals. Do you think you could ease up a bit next week?”
“Need time to rest and recuperate from all of the dancing and drinking?”
Daphne smirked at him. “Not from dancing and drinking. Actually, I was hoping for something else to keep me busy tonight. Hopefully it’ll be an all night affair, and maybe carry over into the morning.”
Harry would have to be an idiot to miss what she was implying, and he was not going to miss his chance.
“Maybe I could help you with that,” Harry told her.
Daphne raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe?”
Harry chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. “I can definitely take care of whatever you need me to.”
That brought a sparkle to Daphne’s eyes. She glanced off to the dance floor and bit her lip before looking back at him. “Come on,” she said, swiftly grabbing his hand and tugging him along behind her.
To Harry’s surprise, Daphne didn’t stop on the dance floor. She led him through the crowd and back towards the entrance. He figured she was taking him back to the bar or maybe out of the Black Night altogether, but instead she brought him towards the stairs leading up to the balcony.
The balcony ran around the length of the club in a ‘U’ shape. Most everyone stuck near the staircase, leaning against the railing to look down at the dancers and musicians playing on the stage. There were several private alcoves where Harry spotted couples kissing or getting a bit more intimate away from prying eyes.
Daphne led Harry to a secluded area of the balcony. The nearest people were just black silhouettes several metres away. She came to a stop along the railing and looked down at the club below.
Harry slid up behind Daphne and wrapped his arms around her waist. She moaned softly and leaned back against him. “You know, I’ve seen you watching me the last few nights.”
“Have you now?” Harry wasn’t as embarrassed as he expected to be being caught watching Daphne.
Daphne chuckled. “It’s because I was watching you too.” She put her hands over top of his and slowly started moving them over her belly. “I was imagining what sort of trouble we could get up to together.”
“Don’t you know that I’m an Auror,” Harry said teasingly. “I’m not allowed to get up to any trouble.”
“No?” Daphne quirked an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right person to convince you to do it.”
“Maybe?” Harry threw her own comment from earlier right back at her, making her giggle.
“You’ve definitely found the right person to convince you to give up your goody-goody persona,” Daphne flashed him a smile. “For instance, touching a young lady inappropriately in a nightclub seems like exactly the type of thing you shouldn’t do.”
“I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not doing that then,” Harry flirted back.
“Yes, I suppose—oops.”
Daphne had a wicked grin on her lips as she guided his hands right up to her breasts. The soft fabric of her dress did little to mask the shape and firmness of them. Though he couldn’t see them, Harry could easily make out the slightly hardened nubs of her nipples through her dress. Daphne guided his hands all over, ensuring that he touched every inch of her breasts.
“That looks like strike one,” she teased him. “I wonder what the Daily Prophet would have to say now that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, has suddenly turned into a bad boy.”
“Do you get off on trying to get me into trouble?” Harry probed. He gave up all pretence of Daphne controlling the interaction and just started groping her breasts as he saw fit. He was quickly hardening in his trousers, and with Daphne’s arse pressed up against his crotch, he knew it was only a matter of time before things started to get more interesting.
“So what if I do?” Daphne asked Harry. “Doesn’t the thrill of fooling around at a nightclub like this excite you too?”
It did, Harry couldn’t deny that. With the music pounding in their ears, the darkness all around them, and the hundreds of people filling the dancefloor, all unaware of what was going on on the balcony above their heads, Harry felt more alive than he had in years.
“Yes, it does,” Harry admitted.
“Good,” Daphne said as she spun around to face him. Her back was leaned up against the railing, their faces barely inches apart. Harry could smell her subtle, flowery perfume and see the lust flashing in her brilliant blue eyes. “Because if we’re really going to get into some trouble, I think we need to take this up a notch.”
“How do you propose we do that?” Harry asked huskily, leaning in even closer to her face.
At first, Harry thought that Daphne was going to kiss him, but she leaned in to whisper into his ear instead.
“I want you to fuck me in front of everyone right here, right now,” she said. “They’re all so distracted with themselves that they probably won’t notice a thing, and it’s too dark for anyone who does to make out who we are.”
Harry glanced around him, and she was right. The balcony was pretty quiet, and there wasn’t anyone close to them. All that they’d be was dark shapes who looked like they were dancing together.
As if to convince him, Daphne’s hands dropped to his waist. She pressed her hands against the outline of his cock and purred.
“I want you to fuck me so good that I scream your name,” she told him quietly. “I want the thrill of being caught to be on the forefront of our minds as we have the most incredible sex either of us has ever had. Don’t you want that too?”
Harry groaned as Daphne gave his cock a squeeze. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it. Though he’d had a few trysts since he and Ginny split, none had been particularly satisfying. Daphne was easily the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, and this little game that they were playing tonight reinforced that in his mind. She had a fun personality to go along with her looks, and that made for a deadly combination.
“I do,” Harry finally said.
“Then give it to me,” Daphne replied challengingly.
Before he realised just what he was doing, Harry had grabbed her hips and spun her around. Daphne caught herself on the railing with a giggle and started hiking up her dress as Harry fumbled with his trousers. He managed to unzip them and get his thick, hard cock out just as Daphne exposed her arse to him. It looked just as round and plump as he’d imagined from her silhouette, and she had a lacy, black thong running in between her lovely cheeks.
Harry pulled it aside with his fingers, exposing her dripping wet pussy to him. He was far too horny now with all of her teasing to bother with any preamble; he just pressed the tip of his cock to entrance and slowly sank into her.
As his chest pressed against Daphne’s back, he felt her purr rumble into his chest. Her pussy was unbelievably tight, but it smoothly gave way to his probing shaft. He sank into her depths as far as he could go until her arse stopped him from going much further.
“Not bad, Potter,” Daphne gasped, squeezing her walls around him.
Harry chuckled into her ear. “I’ve got my cock in you and you’re calling me Potter? Just call me Harry.”
“I’m still Greengrass to you until you make me cum,” Daphne joked back to him. She wiggled her arse against his hips, stirring his cock around inside of her. “Speaking of which…”
“I’ll get right to it, Greengrass,” Harry whispered her name like it was a blessing, and he loved the way she shivered at it.
The thumping of the music set a wonderful beat to move to. It also had the added benefit of helping to mask what they were doing, since anyone looking over might think that Daphne was just grinding on him to the beat of the music.
Harry kept a firm grip on Daphne’s hips as he started to move. With how noisy the club was, he didn’t have to worry about how loud they were. When he pulled his hips back the first time, he promptly slammed into her again. He faintly heard the loud smack as his hips collided with her arsecheeks, but the music drowned it out. What was more audible was Daphne’s hum of approval.
Daphne’s upper body twisted to the beat of the music as Harry fucked her. Her hands were braced against the railing so that she mostly stayed in place, and her feet were planted firmly several inches apart. Harry had no trouble thrusting into her tight hole while maintaining his own balance.
Suddenly, just a few seconds into starting, the song abruptly shifted into something faster paced. The dancing crowd below roared in approval, and bodies crashed together as everyone was whipped up into a frenzy.
Determined to maintain pace with the song, Harry started fucking Daphne like an animal. His hips were like pistons, moving at a near-perfect pace, and his cock throbbed inside of Daphne’s pussy as she moaned loudly at the sudden shift in speed.
“Fuck! Harder!” Daphne cried out, but no one except for Harry heard her over the blasting noise of the music.
“You feel so good,” Harry groaned as he rammed into her. The railing had to be magically reinforced, because Harry was fucking her with so much force that it surely would have broken otherwise.
Sex had never felt this incredible with anyone else before. Daphne’s pussy felt like it was perfectly shaped for his cock to maximise both of their pleasure, and Harry was unable to stop from doing anything but fucking her exactly the way both of them wanted.
The heat from the hundreds of bodies dancing in the club rose, leaving Harry feel like he was in a drunken haze. Sweat started to form on his skin, but he couldn’t be bothered to wipe it away. His hands were locked onto Daphne’s hips, holding her in place as he ploughed into her again and again.
They were both so filled with pure pleasure that nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them. Daphne’s pussy was drooling around his cock as he filled her up again and again. Her walls were squeezing him so tightly that he felt ready to explode inside of her in no time at all, but Harry had more control than that. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until she’d cum first and he earned the right to call her Daphne.
A high-pitched laugh rang out from Harry’s left. He glanced over to see a couple of women standing nearby, watching him fuck Daphne. They were both clearly drunk and clinging to each other for support as they giggled in amusement at the sight.
“We’ve got an audience,” Harry mentioned to Daphne, though he made no attempt to stop fucking her. Audience or not, this felt too good to stop now.
“Don’t care,” Daphne grunted as she glanced over too. She was panting from the heat and Harry’s relentless pace.
The two women flashed Harry and Daphne bright smiles—the one on the left, a brunette, even pulled down the front of her dress and flashed her breasts at them before another fit of giggles struck her—but they quickly got the hint to move on.
“More people are going to stumble on us eventually,” Harry warned Daphne.
“Then let them,” she moaned as her pussy clenched down hard on Harry’s cock. “Just don’t stop.”
“Merlin, you’re crazy,” Harry laughed.
“Crazy for you.”
Hearing Daphne say those words sent a thrill through Harry unlike any other. From the moment he first laid his eyes on her in this club all those days ago to the slow-building anticipation of finally making his move on her, Daphne was exceeding every single expectation he’d had of her. She was intoxicating, and as crazy as she was for him, he was twice as much for her.
The song ended and changed again to an even faster-paced one than before. Harry knew that he wasn’t going to make it to the end of this song with how good Daphne’s pussy felt around his cock, so he needed to do something to help her hit that finish line right at the same time as him.
Keeping one hand on her hip as he thrust into her, Harry snaked his other hand in front of Daphne. His fingers trailed down from her hip to right in between her thighs where their bodies met. Even though he was fucking her hard and both of their bodies were bouncing back and forth, it wasn’t hard for Harry to find her clit. His fingers grazed the bundle of nerves, and Daphne let out a moan unlike any before.
“I want to feel you cum on my cock,” he said sultrily in her ear.
Her eyes glanced back at him, and there was an intense hunger there. “Then make it happen. Fuck me so good that I forget everything except for you.”
Harry slammed into Daphne’s pussy as hard as he could, nearly sending both of them tumbling over the railing. She was perfect, and he wanted her to be his forever.
“I’m close,” he warned her.
“Finish inside me… fuck!” Daphne cried as her pussy fluttered around his cock. Harry’s fingers kept toying with her clit, even as her legs began to tremble. “Fill me up! I’m—”
Daphne’s words devolved into a wordless cry of ecstasy as she came around his cock.
“Fuck, Daphne!” Harry groaned.
The sudden burst of tightness and the joy of making Daphne cum sent Harry over the edge too. He rammed as deep as he could inside of her and let her pussy squeeze out his hot, sticky cum. It was bliss, and Harry ended up pushing Daphne’s hips right up against the railing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her, helping to keep her upright as her pussy drew out the last few drops of cum from his cock.
They were both gasping for breath as the afterglow of what they’d just done washed over them. Daphne glanced at his face over her shoulder with a look of pure adoration in her eyes.
“You should’ve made your move on me the first night you saw me,” she said. “We could’ve been fucking like this for days now.”
Harry chuckled and leaned forward. Their lips met in an explosive spark that left both of them reeling.
“Same goes for you, Daphne,” he said her name slowly, tauntingly.
Daphne’s lips twitched upwards in amusement. “Just because you made me cum doesn’t mean that you need to keep saying my name.”
“But it’s so beautiful,” Harry retorted playfully. “I think I’ll spend the rest of the night saying it.”
Daphne’s eyes flashed with lust. “Your place or mine?”
“I don’t care,” Harry answered. “It’s your choice really. Now that I’ve shown you what I can do, I want to see what you can do.”
“Oh?” Daphne raised an eyebrow at him. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want you riding my cock until I can’t say anything but your name,” Harry told her.
The look she gave him nearly made him cum inside of her again. “Then let’s get out of here and see.”
Comments
Arctis_Shox
I actually wrote this back in February-March (can't quite remember which). Just funny timing that a Harry/Daphne prompt happened to get voted this month too.
Joe Matt
This sort of looks like a spin-off of your exclusive one-shot. Or maybe an alternate version. Either way both were great one-shots. Cant wait to see what's next. And thanks for the double treat hahah.
