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Harry Potter x Daphne Potter
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 09:18:45 +0000 UTCHarry turned another page of the morning newspaper, relishing the peaceful ambiance at the dinner table as he indulged in his delicious breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, adding to his contentment. As he perused each article with avid interest, his eyes landed on an exhilarating piece about Ginny Weasley's extraordinary achievement. It seemed that she had triumphed once again as a chaser for the renowned Harpies Quidditch team, securing her tenth consecutive victory! Harry couldn't help but feel immense pride swell within him for her.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any more captivating, Luna Lovegood's name caught Harry's attention in a neighboring column. His curiosity piqued instantly as he read about Luna's latest discovery—a creature believed to have vanished from existence long ago. The eccentric and enigmatic witch had yet again unearthed something truly remarkable and defied all expectations.
Lost in this world of captivating news stories, Harry was momentarily startled by the familiar sound of footsteps descending down the staircase. Looking up from his paper with anticipation twinkling in his emerald green eyes, a warm smile spread across Harry's face as he watched Daphne gracefully enter through the door into their cozy dining area.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he watched Daphne make her way into the room. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, and her bright eyes sparkled with excitement as she spotted Harry at the table. She smiled warmly at him before taking a seat beside him, and his heart fluttered in response.
Daphne, with her radiant beauty that never failed to captivate those around her, was prepared for yet another day as the esteemed personal assistant to none other than the Minister of Magic herself. Interestingly enough, this minister happened to be Hermione Granger, who also happened to be Harry's best friend. It was a rather amusing turn of events that after the war, Harry and Daphne found themselves in a blossoming relationship.
Thanks to Daphne's brilliant Slytherin mind and strategic thinking, she managed to convince both Harry and Hermione that they should consider pursuing careers in politics. While Harry himself had no interest in such matters initially, Daphne astutely pointed out that his immense popularity and public support would undoubtedly sway numerous votes in favor of Hermione becoming the minister.
When asked why she wouldn't personally aspire to hold such a prestigious position herself, Daphne candidly acknowledged that her own name might not resonate positively with many witches and wizards. She understood the importance of perception when it came to occupying such a significant role within magical society. Thus, it was ultimately decided that Hermione would assume the mantle of minister while Harry graciously offered his unwavering support behind-the-scenes.
In order for Hermione to navigate through the intricacies of tradition-laden bureaucracy and politics, she needed a right-hand woman who could think on her feet and handle any situation with poise. Daphne was the perfect candidate for such a role, and soon enough she found herself as Hermione's personal assistant.
Harry, ever the humble and modest individual, preferred to stay out of the limelight for most aspects of his life. However, there was one notable exception to this rule - whenever his dear friend Hermione found herself in need of public support or advocacy, Harry's willingness to step up and lend a helping hand knew no bounds.
Despite his own reservations about being thrust into the public eye, Harry recognized the importance of standing by Hermione during challenging times. Whether it was defending her against baseless accusations or championing her causes with unwavering dedication, he never hesitated to put himself forward as her staunch ally.
Harry Potter, a highly skilled and experienced wizard, dedicated his career to the noble cause of protecting the wizarding community as a senior auror at the prestigious Auror Office. Despite being offered numerous opportunities to ascend to the position of head auror, Harry humbly declined each time, preferring instead to focus on his crucial role in tackling high-profile cases and ensuring justice prevailed.
One such case that recently captured Harry's attention involved providing a much-needed security detail for Ginny Weasley, his close friend and former Hogwarts classmate. Ginny had unfortunately become the target of increasingly disturbing fan mail over time. The situation reached an alarming climax when she received a particularly unsettling letter filled with chilling photographs taken surreptitiously at her family home, The Burrow.
In these eerie images, Ginny was depicted alongside her beloved niece Victoria during their joyful moments together. However, what made this correspondence truly horrifying were the sinister lines scrawled across these snapshots - lines that hinted at an ominous presence lurking within their midst.
As soon as Harry learned about this distressing development through official channels at the Auror Office, he immediately volunteered himself for this critical assignment without hesitation. His unwavering dedication to safeguarding those he cared about propelled him forward into action.
Harry's commitment to protecting Ginny and her family was nothing short of admirable. From that moment forward, Harry Potter remained a constant presence in the Weasley household, providing invaluable security for his dear friends while simultaneously shielding them from further harm.
Ginny was immensely grateful for Harry's unwavering support and selflessness towards her family. His actions went far beyond what anyone could have expected, and she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation for him. So when his birthday approached, Ginny wanted to show her gratitude in a special way.
Teaming up with Daphne, Harry's beautiful blonde wife, they planned an unforgettable night of pleasure as a surprise gift for him. It was evident that both Daphne and Ginny had reached some sort of understanding or agreement, coming together to create an experience that would leave Harry feeling cherished and desired.
As the evening unfolded, the atmosphere in their bedroom became electric with anticipation. The fiery red-haired Ginny and the stunning blonde Daphne were ready to fulfill every desire and fantasy that danced through Harry's mind. Their intention was clear - to indulge him completely in a night filled with passion, intimacy, and boundless pleasure.
These assignments, while fulfilling in their own right, did not bring about a significant transformation in his personal growth. However, there came a day when Harry Potter's life took an unexpected turn. A letter arrived addressed to him from none other than Professor McGonagall herself. The contents of the letter revealed an invitation for Harry to participate in a series of guest classes organized by Professor McGonagall with the intention of exposing Hogwarts students to various professions and helping them discover potential career paths.
Harry could hardly contain his excitement as he eagerly accepted this unique opportunity. Over the course of the next two years, he found himself returning to Hogwarts not as a student but as a teacher. It was during these guest classes that Harry discovered his passion for sharing knowledge and guiding young wizards and witches towards their magical futures.
With each class he taught, Harry felt a sense of fulfillment that surpassed anything he had experienced before. Seeing the spark of curiosity ignite within his students' eyes brought him immense joy and satisfaction. He realized that through teaching at Hogwarts, he was making an impact on future generations and playing a pivotal role in shaping their magical journeys.
As time went on, word spread throughout Hogwarts about "Professor Potter" - the once-boy-who-lived-turned-inspiring-educator who selflessly dedicated his time and expertise to nurturing the next generation of witches and wizards. Students from all houses eagerly signed up for Harry's classes, eager to learn from someone who had faced unimaginable challenges and triumphed against all odds.
"Is Hermione ready for today?" Harry asked his wife, a smile lighting up his face at the thought of Daphne as his partner in life. Their love brought him immense joy every single day.
"Yes, we went over it a hundred times and the only one who could pose any complications would be Malfoy," Daphne replied, carefully organizing all her notes in her bag. She was fully prepared to assist Hermione during her long and challenging debate.
"Really? He's still around?" Harry chuckled, finding it amusing that Draco was still fighting against muggle rights after all these years.
"Of course he is," Daphne sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, with him marrying my sister, he still holds some influence in the Wizengamot." The marriage between Draco and Daphne's sister had become a constant source of tension within their family. Despite Harry's attempts to reconcile with Draco, their relationship remained strained.
Harry and Daphne, both dressed in their official Ministry robes, walked side by side as they made their way towards the grand entrance of the Ministry of Magic. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.
Today was an exceptionally significant day for Harry, as he had been assigned guard duty to protect the esteemed members of the Wizengamot during their important session. It almost seemed like fate that he would be present on such a crucial occasion. However, Harry couldn't help but acknowledge that it wasn't purely coincidental.
Behind this fortunate turn of events lay Hermione's meticulous planning and Daphne's persuasive skills. With some gentle nudging from Daphne herself, Hermione had managed to convince the head auror to schedule both Harry and Susan for duty during this particular session. Knowing how dedicated Harry was to his responsibilities and how much he valued contributing to wizarding society, they saw this opportunity as a perfect fit for him.
As they approached the majestic entrance gates leading into the heart of magical governance. Harry left Daphne and joined Susan who was already waiting for him near the entrance. "You ready?" he asked her.
"Yeh, totally," Susan responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I am so looking forward to sitting in the wizengamont chamber for an entire day, listening to people talk endlessly about their opinions and arguments." She let out a sigh of mock excitement.
Harry chuckled at Susan's exaggerated response. "Well, good thing at least one of us will be excited," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Susan couldn't help but giggle a little as they continued walking towards the chamber. The prospect of spending the whole day there seemed daunting, but she was glad to have Harry by her side to make it more bearable.
Soon Harry and Susan, along with the rest of the wizangamont members, gathered together in a grand hall filled with an air of anticipation. The atmosphere was electric as everyone eagerly awaited Hermione's speech, knowing that she would lay out all the progressive initiatives they had been tirelessly working on.
As Hermione began speaking, her words resonated throughout the room, captivating every individual present. She eloquently articulated their vision for a brighter future, highlighting the groundbreaking changes they were implementing to promote equality and justice within the wizarding community. Each sentence carried weight and significance, leaving no doubt about their commitment to progress.
However, despite being initially engrossed in Hermione's passionate address, Harry found his mind gradually drifting away from the ongoing discourse. Perhaps it was due to exhaustion or simply feeling overwhelmed by the lengthy discussions taking place around him; he couldn't help but feel his attention waning after what seemed like hours of intense deliberation.
Eventually, unable to remain fully engaged any longer, Harry discreetly glanced at his watch and realized just how much time had passed since they first convened. Sensing his restlessness beside him, Susan subtly nudged him with a knowing smile before suggesting that they take a brief respite from the seemingly endless meeting.
Relieved by this suggestion, Harry eagerly agreed and the two of them quietly made their way out of the chamber. As soon as they were outside, Harry let out a deep sigh of relief and Susan smiled in understanding. They had both done their part in attending the meeting and now it was time for some much needed rest.
Harry entered his cozy home, feeling the warmth envelop him as he closed the door behind him. The delicious aroma of dinner wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble in anticipation. With a sense of purpose, he made his way to the kitchen and began preparing a scrumptious meal for himself and his beloved Daphne.
As Harry busied himself with marinating the meat and chopping fresh vegetables, he couldn't help but feel a surge of contentment knowing that soon they would be enjoying a delightful meal together. The thought brought a smile to his face.
Just as Harry was fully immersed in his culinary creation, Daphne gracefully entered the kitchen. Her presence instantly brightened up the room like sunshine bursting through clouds on a gloomy day. She let out an audible sigh of relief as she sank into one of the chairs at their dining table, her tired feet grateful to be freed from her elegant heels.
Daphne placed her stylish bag gently on the table next to her, its contents hinting at stories from her eventful day. As she looked lovingly at Harry's focused expression while cooking, gratitude filled every corner of her heart for having such a caring partner by her side.
Daphne walked behind Harry and put her arms around his stomach, hugging him from behind. "You're amazing," she said. Harry smiled. "The first time you mentioned you liked cooking, I thought you meant something silly. But our first date at Grimmauld Place when you cooked dinner made me almost drop my panties and ride you on the table," she whispered seductively.
Harry couldn't help but smile as he observed Daphne's demeanor after a long, exhausting day at the ministry. It was no secret that she always seemed to become more amorous and passionate in such moments. With a playful glint in his eye, Harry remarked, "Looks like we'll have to clean up the table later once we're finished here. But for now, please take a seat – I've just put the finishing touches on our dinner."
Daphne gratefully settled into her chair while Harry joined her at the table they had set together. As they began their meal, the tantalizing aromas wafting through their cozy home filled them with anticipation of the culinary delights that awaited them. The ambiance was perfect – soft music playing in the background and candlelight casting a warm glow over their faces.
With each bite of food savored and shared conversation exchanged between them, Harry marveled at how lucky he felt to have someone like Daphne by his side. Her unwavering support and love brought him solace during even the most challenging days.
"You tuned out, didn't you?" She said, laughing playfully as he tried to act innocent. "Yep, you definitely did. Draco went on a rant about all sorts of things until Hermione finally shut him up by mentioning YOU." Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "He mentioned something about muggleborns and halfbloods being seen as a threat because they supposedly corrupt the magical world... or something like that," Daphne explained.
Harry continued chewing on his vegetables when suddenly he felt a jolt of surprise run through him. Daphne's foot was brushing against his thigh under the table. He looked into her eyes and noticed that she had stopped eating altogether. It became clear to him that this subtle gesture meant only one thing – she was ready for some intimacy between them.
Harry continued to eat his meal, seemingly unfazed by Daphne's attempts to provoke him. Her teasing only served to fuel her annoyance, prompting her to push her foot even further against his crotch and slowly rub it in hopes of eliciting a response. Despite the growing hardness in his pants, Harry remained steadfast and did not outwardly react. He was determined not to give Daphne the satisfaction she sought, knowing that as long as he concealed his arousal beneath the table, it would surely frustrate her even more.
Daphne, feeling a deep sense of frustration and longing for Harry's attention, couldn't help but feel disheartened by his lack of response. She sighed inwardly, deciding to remove her foot from his leg and resume eating her meal. However, despite the apparent silence between them, both Daphne and Harry knew that this was far from over.
With an air of anticipation hanging in the atmosphere, Harry patiently waited for what would come next. It didn't take long before Daphne found herself unable to resist the desire that consumed her. In a momentary accident, she dropped her fork under the table and swiftly bent down to retrieve it.
As seconds ticked by in seemingly slow motion for Harry, he suddenly felt the sensation of Daphne's hands delicately brushing against his belt buckle. His heart skipped a beat as he glanced downwards with curiosity mixed with excitement. To his surprise and delight, there was his beautiful wife on her knees beneath the table – determinedly removing his pants in order to gain intimate access.
In that electrifying moment, time seemed to stand still as their desires intertwined within this clandestine act of passion.
The room was filled with a mix of nervous anticipation and exhilaration as Harry and Daphne embarked on this clandestine act of passion. With each passing second, their desires grew stronger, fueling the intensity of the moment. As Daphne skillfully removed Harry's pants under the table, their eyes locked in a silent agreement to explore the depths of their longing.
Harry's belt was nowhere to be found, and his pants were carelessly discarded on the floor. Feeling slightly exposed in just his boxers, he gingerly sat down on the chair, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Daphne couldn't help but notice Harry's vulnerability and her lips curled into a seductive smile as she approached him.
With anticipation gleaming in her eyes, Daphne watched as Harry's boxers joined his pants on the floor. The sight seemed to delight her even further, causing an admiring chuckle to escape from between her parted lips. "So lovely," she murmured huskily, running her fingers sensually along the length of Harry's wand that she now held delicately in her hands.
"Such perfection," Daphne whispered in awe as her delicate hand began to caress his throbbing member. Harry's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the intensity of their forbidden encounter. "If only all those close-minded pureblood fanatics could witness this moment," she mused with a mischievous grin, relishing in the thought of shocking their narrow perspectives. As a proud pureblood heiress herself, it amused her to no end that she was engaging in such intimate acts with someone they would deem beneath them—a mere halfblood.
A soft giggle escaped Daphne's lips as she contemplated the scandalous scenario playing out before her eyes. "Perhaps it is for the best that they remain oblivious," she continued playfully, her warm breath tickling his sensitive skin and heightening his pleasure. The idea of these self-proclaimed purists discovering her indulging in passionate ecstasy with him sent waves of excitement through both of them.
In truth, Harry's manhood may not have been truly massive in size, but Daphne reveled in building up the narrative that he possessed an impressive endowment. It added an exhilarating element to their encounters—an untamed desire fueled by imagination and fantasy.
"Ginny, my dear friend, would be more than willing to support me in our mission to educate those narrow-minded individuals about the sheer magnificence of your immeasurable manhood," she confidently declared. Harry's response was a mixture of pleasure and frustration as her skilled hand continued its pleasurable stroking motion along his throbbing shaft. In an act of pure desire and submission, Daphne gracefully leaned forward, allowing her lips to envelop his colossal member with fervent intensity.
Daphne bobbed her head up and down all over his cock. Harry's mind was consumed with a whirlwind of sensations as Daphne expertly worked her lips and tongue along his length. Waves of pleasure coursed through his body, intensifying with each movement. He couldn't help but marvel at the skill and enthusiasm she displayed, further fueling his desire for her.
Her lipstick, a vibrant shade of red, left bold streaks down the sides of his shaft, marking her progress as she skillfully descended further and further. The sight alone was enough to make Harry's moans intensify as he found himself unable to resist tangling his fingers in her perfectly styled blonde hair. With each gentle scrape of his fingertips against her scalp, waves of pleasure coursed through both their bodies.
Daphne's dedication was evident as she continued to coat the majority of Harry's length with her saliva, causing it to glisten enticingly under the dim light. It was a mesmerizing display that left him breathless with anticipation. And then came the moment that took him completely by surprise - Daphne effortlessly opened her throat and took him all the way to the base.
The sensation was nothing short of mind-blowing for Harry. As Daphne's tight throat enveloped every inch of his throbbing member, he couldn't help but gasp in sheer ecstasy. Their eyes locked intensely, deepening their connection even further amidst this intimate act. In a subtle yet tantalizing motion, Daphne shook her head from side to side while rubbing her petite nose against him ever so briefly.
It was an electrifying combination of sensations that Harry couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he felt himself quickly reaching the brink of ecstasy. Knowing that she had him right where she wanted him, Daphne began to increase her intensity, taking his cock even deeper than before and swirling her tongue around the head with each upward stroke.
Sealing her lips tightly around his base, Daphne relished in the sensation of him filling her mouth. With each deliberate movement, she left a bright red mark as evidence of her skill and determination. Slowly dragging her full lips up his shaft, she applied pressure and sucked hard, allowing her tongue to expertly massage the sensitive underside of his cock.
Reaching the tip, Daphne paused momentarily before moving back down with purposeful intent. She eagerly swallowed the entirety of his length once again, reveling in the way he stretched and filled every inch of her mouth.
The sound of Harry's groan only fueled Daphne's desire further. The mixture of pleasure and satisfaction washed over her as she continued to pleasure him. Chuckling softly around him, she bobbed her head up and down in short yet precise movements multiple times.
With a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, Daphne decided to tease him even more. Pulling all the way off from him slowly, she maintained eye contact with Harry while savoring the taste lingering on her tongue. Not one to let anticipation go unexplored, she gently licked up and down his throbbing cock - a tantalizing gesture meant to entice him further into ecstasy.
Daphne's seductive actions were driving Harry wild with desire. He couldn't help but let out a low growl of frustration, craving the sensation of her warm mouth around him once again. Sensing his desperation, Daphne decided to grant his wish.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive head of his cock. With a wicked smile, she took him back into her mouth, this time with an even more fervent determination. Her tongue danced and swirled around him as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke.
Daphne continued to expertly pleasure Harry, her mouth working diligently to bring him closer and closer to the edge. With each movement, she could feel his body responding, his muscles tensing and his breathing becoming more ragged.
As Harry's pleasure intensified, Daphne could sense that he was nearing climax. She increased the pace of her movements, using every trick she knew to push him over the edge. The anticipation in the room grew thick as their connection deepened.
Daphne's focus remained unwavering as she continued to pleasure Harry, her tongue flicking and swirling around him with increasing speed. She could feel his body trembling beneath her touch, a clear sign that he was on the brink of release.
With one final, powerful thrust of her mouth, Daphne brought Harry to the pinnacle of pleasure. His body tensed and his moans grew louder as he reached his climax. Daphne eagerly swallowed every drop of his release, savoring the taste and reveling in the satisfaction of bringing him such intense pleasure.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Harry's body relaxed against the chair. Daphne slowly released him from her mouth, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She crawled up from under the table, adjusting her disheveled clothing. The room was filled with a charged energy, the aftermath of their intense encounter. Harry looked up at Daphne with a mixture of awe and gratitude in his eyes.
Harry couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that surged through him as he watched Daphne sitting across from him. In a split second, he made up his mind and sprang out of his chair, eagerly taking hold of her hand. With an urgency in his actions, Harry guided Daphne towards their room, unable to contain the passion that consumed them both.
Upon entering their private sanctuary, Harry wasted no time in pushing Daphne gently onto the bed. Their eyes locked with an intensity that spoke volumes about their unspoken desires. As if driven by an uncontrollable force, Harry swiftly discarded the remaining clothes clinging to his body.
With trembling hands and a racing heart, he reached for Daphne's robes and skillfully removed them from her delicate frame. The anticipation was palpable as they both knew what awaited them - a moment of pure intimacy and connection.
Without a moment's hesitation or the slightest trace of reservation, Harry eagerly and enthusiastically plunged himself headfirst between Daphne's inviting thighs. As he embraced this intimate connection, every fiber of his being was consumed by an electrifying sensation that sent shivers down his spine. The closeness they shared ignited a fire within him, fueling his desire to pleasure her in the most passionate way possible.
Daphne, caught off guard by Harry's bold move, couldn't help but let out a gasp of surprise mixed with delight. She surrendered herself to the exquisite pleasure coursing through her body as she felt Harry expertly maneuver his tongue over her delicate folds. Each lick and caress from him seemed to unlock new realms of ecstasy within her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more.
Her slender fingers delicately entwined themselves in Harry's luscious, ebony locks, gently guiding his actions with subtle movements that conveyed her approval and reassurance. The way she held onto his hair spoke volumes about their unspoken connection; a silent language only they understood.
Daphne couldn't help but moan loudly as Harry hissed his tongue against her sensitive folds. The electrifying sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, causing her to arch her back in pure ecstasy. Every time they engaged in this intimate act, Daphne found herself unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her. It was a testament to Harry's unique ability - his Parseltongue, often associated with dark wizardry - which never failed to make Daphne scream out in blissful delight.
As the intensity of their passion continued to build, Harry's hands began to explore Daphne's body with a newfound confidence. His touch was both gentle and firm, as he traced his fingers along her curves and elicited soft gasps from her lips. Each caress seemed to ignite a fire within them, fueling their desire for one another.
Daphne couldn't contain her pleasure any longer and let out a loud exclamation, "FUCK!" Her body trembled with intense sensations as she reached the peak of ecstasy. In that moment, she released a torrent of her desire, squirting all over Harry's face. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of their passion, while Daphne's moans echoed in the air. It was an exhilarating experience for both of them, deepening their connection and leaving them craving for more intimate moments together.
Gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, Daphne collapsed onto the soft bed. Exhausted from their passionate embrace, Harry gently laid down beside her, his strong arms enveloping her fragile frame in a tender embrace. With each beat of their hearts synchronizing, he pressed gentle kisses upon her forehead. Daphne closed her eyes and smiled as she fell asleep in his arms.
