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The Grass Is Always Greener Chapter 21.
🕑 Added 2023-06-09 05:20:05 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Corsets, Breast Play, CFNM, Teasing, Squirting, Lotus Position
Daphne dashed across the deserted castle grounds as fast as her legs would carry her, glancing up at the sky every so often to make sure Hedwig was still with her. The white owl was gliding above her, hooting insistently every time she felt Daphne was slowing down.
Whatever had happened, it was bad.
Daphne ran past the completely transformed Quidditch Stadium without stopping but did note the giant hedges that had replaced the stands from the corner of her eye. She didn’t have the time or the inclination to stop and study what they were. Instead, she kept running, past Hagrid’s dark hut and down the trail that led to the Unicorn pens.
If this is another one of your surprises, Potter, I’m going to kill you, Daphne thought, stopping next to a tree to catch her breath. She doubled over and grabbed the stitch in her side, glaring at Hedwig when the owl landed in front of her and stared at her with reproachful yellow eyes. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice… I’m going to throw you off the Astronomy Tower.
Hedwig hooted urgently.
“Yeah… I’m coming,” Daphne said breathlessly, slowly straightening. She carefully followed as Hedwig turned off the path and flew into the forest, raising her wand in front of her. Harry’s owl was leading her deeper into the forest and away from the unicorn pens, and Daphne was beginning to have doubts that the entire thing was just another romantic gesture orchestrated by Harry.
He thinks I’m with my parents, she reminded herself, tightening her grasp on her wand. She debated lighting it but quickly decided against doing so. If Harry was in danger, she wanted to catch whoever was threatening him by surprise.
Hedwig swooped down onto the branch of a tree and stared at Daphne, almost like she was urging her to push through the thicket of bushes and see what lay on the other side. Daphne’s ears perked at the sound of a scuffle followed by a quiet groan. She tightened her grip on her wand further, her knuckles white from the pressure.
The first thing she noticed when she pushed through the foliage was the body lying on the boggy and muddy ground in the very center of the clearing. Her heart stopped and she only released the breath she was holding when her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she noticed it wasn’t Harry.
Crouch?!
A loud THUMP drew her attention away from the dead man. She switched her focus to the two men fighting at the far end of the clearing.
Krum?! Harry?! What’s going on?!
The sight of Krum choking the life out of her boyfriend forced her out of her confusion and she pointed her wand squarely at the Durmstrang’s champion’s back. A burst of white light lit up the dark forest as the Stinging Hex raced through the still air and slammed into Krum.
The man roared in pain, instinctively releasing his hold around Harry’s neck. Harry dropped to the ground and landed on his feet with all the grace of an accomplished Seeker. He braced his knees, balled his fingers into a fist, and socked Krum right in the jaw.
The imperioused man did not register the massive bruise on his face or his bleeding nose. His mind was completely focused on fulfilling his unknown controller’s wishes. Krum raised his hands to pin Harry against the tree just in time for the jet of red light to slam into his back. He fell onto the ground face first and Harry grimaced as he heard the crunch of a bone breaking.
“What. the. Fuck,” Daphne growled, finally lowering her wand. “I leave you alone for an hour… It’s not even been an hour, Potter!”
“Thanks,” Harry coughed, rubbing his bruised throat. The skin of his neck was covered with angry red fingerprints, he had a black eye, and his broken glasses lay on the forest floor next to his wand.
“Is that… is that Crouch?”
Harry nodded. “Found him,” he rasped, finding it difficult to speak. He tried to hobble over to Daphne only to stumble over a root and fall to the ground with a quiet groan. His lungs were still burning, and he could barely see. “My glasses…” he mumbled, gasping for breath.
“Right. Right!” Daphne tore her eyes away from the corpse she was standing next to and walked over to where Harry’s glasses and wand lay.
“I was…”
“No speaking.” Daphne bent in front of him and hushed him with a quick kiss on his lips. She gently pushed the glasses on his nose, tapping her wand against the broken bridge and repairing it with a quiet, “Oculus Reparo.”
She handed him his wand before helping him to his feet.
“Need… get… help,” Harry rasped, looking morosely at the man who had slowly grown to be a friend. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Krum, but trying to break the Imperius had led to him being pinned against a tree and getting his life choked out of him. Something he doubted he’d ever tell Daphne. He could almost imagine his girlfriend banishing him to the couch all while reminding him that sometimes violence was the answer.
“No, we need to get away from here,” Daphne said, her voice calm and collected. While he shined whenever it came to dangerous situations, escaping the consequences of said situations was her area of expertise. Her mind went into overdrive as she studied their predicament from all angles to figure out the fallout.
“What? No…” Harry protested weakly.
“Harry,” Daphne said briskly, knowing their odds of being found were increasing with every passing second. “You were pissed as hell after the Second Task. You’ve been ignoring Dumbledore’s summons for days. My best friend punched a temporary judge. My father essentially threatened to draw and quarter the judges for putting his precious angel in danger.”
“I don’t…”
“What do you think is going to happen when people find us standing over a dead Judge and a severely injured champion?”
“Imperioused…”
“There’s no way to detect that. Why do you think Malfoy got away with the claim of being under the influence of the Imperius during his trial at the end of the last war? He bribed Wizengamot and gave them a believable excuse they could use to acquit him!”
“I-”
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen,” Daphne cut him off. “If we are discovered here by someone, Skeeter will find out. She always does. What do you think will happen next?”
“We can’t just-”
“Right now you’re the badass reluctant champion who risked it all for his girlfriend and best friend. Every girl in that castle wants you-” Daphne struggled to keep the jealousy out of her voice. It was, after all, highly likely that one of those girls would be all over Harry within the week. “And every man is either in awe of you or jealous of you,” she continued, blocking every attempt of his to speak. While her boyfriend’s ethics were adorable, they didn’t have the luxury to care about morality. “Skeeter hates it. The only thing her article about me being ‘a scared little girl’ did was make you more popular. This?” She gestured at the two bodies in the clearing. “Within a week she’ll make you the angry murderer who killed a judge and assaulted the champion who failed to save your best friend.”
Daphne tugged the Invisibility Cloak out of her bag and threw it over them.
“Someone needs to find them,” Harry said hoarsely, finally getting some words in.
“You’re insufferable, Potter,” Daphne growled, struggling to keep the affection out of her voice. He had made her a better person, and no matter what happened, it would be something she treasured for the rest of her life. She poked her hand out of the cloak and raised her wand up in the air, shooting a bright red flare into the cloudless night sky. “There. Someone is almost certain to come and investigate. Can we go now?”
Harry nodded. He leaned into her for support, letting her guide him through the thick bushes. Daphne wrapped her hand around his arm, helping him clamber over exposed tree roots and rocks until they reached the trail that led to the castle grounds.
“How did you find me?”
“Hedwig came to fetch me. She really is a smart girl,” Daphne replied, breathing a sigh of relief as they walked onto the dark and deserted grounds. They had time to make a clean escape and she planned to be back in the safety of his dormitory long before someone discovered Barty Crouch’s corpse.
“Your parents didn’t say anything about you leaving in the middle of the night to follow your boyfriend’s owl?”
“I wasn’t with my parents.”
“Where-”
“Not important,” Daphne murmured, glad that the darkness obscured her red cheeks from view.
“This is a weird night,” Harry murmured, coughing quietly.
“Don’t strain your throat. I can guess what happened.”
Harry looked at her with raised eyebrows. He shifted slightly, allowing her to wrap her arm around his torso and pull him closer to make sure his cloak covered both their bodies. Someone spotting a disembodied hand floating across the grounds was the last thing they needed. “You know, once upon a time you hated being this close to me,” he teased, coughing some more. “I’m pretty sure you threatened to chop my hand off.”
“Yeah, well, I also used to eat mud as a kid. Unlike you, most people grow out of their bad habits as they mature,” Daphne shot back, resting her head on his shoulder. “Will you ever learn not to seek out danger?”
“Hey, I don’t seek it out. It always seems to find me,” Harry responded ruefully as they walked through the open castle doors. The Atrium was quiet and empty. They glanced at the few candles flickering in the dimly lit Great Hall to make sure the coast was clear before hopping onto a staircase and allowing it to carry them up to the seventh floor.
“Let me guess, you went to check what they did to your beloved Quidditch stadium and somehow found yourself in a clearing with a dead Ministry official and an imperioused friend who wanted to kill you,” Daphne said with a quiet snort.
“Pretty much.”
Daphne shook her head, her blonde curls gently tickling Harry’s face. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered, then lapsed into silence as they jumped off the staircase and walked down the hallway to the portrait of the Fat Lady. They didn’t have to wait too long, and they slipped into the noisy Common Room when the painting swung out and Fred emerged into the hallway.
Daphne dragged Harry up to his dorms and waited until Neville left to brush his teeth, taking advantage of the empty room to pull the curtains around his bed and activate the noise-canceling wards. Finally, alone, she pulled the cloak off them and threw it onto the dressing table, before turning to glare at Harry who had flopped onto his bed.
“Are you alright?”
“I will be.”
“Good.” Daphne walked over to her boyfriend and slapped him half-heartedly.
“What?!” Harry exclaimed, more out of shock than any real pain.
“You’re a fucking idiot! For a second there I was terrified I had lost you!” Daphne growled, fighting to free herself from his grasp. She squirmed as his strong hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled her into his lap. “I could have lost you! The thought of spending the rest of my life knowing I’d never see you again…” Daphne trailed off, her voice choked with unshed tears.
“I’m right here…” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her into his chest and gently rocked her. His quiet cough pulled Daphne back to reality.
“Dobby?” she called out, angrily wiping the tears streaming down her cheeks. She could be weak and emotional when she was alone. Right now, Harry needed her. She slowly turned at the sound of the loud CRACK behind her, a small smile on her face at the sight of the excitable house elf. “Can I get a thermos of hot chocolate and two mugs, please?”
Dobby nodded as fast as his neck would allow, the hats on his head wobbling precariously and almost falling over. “Yes Mistress Potter ma’am!”
“I’m not…”
“Let him have this,” Harry whispered, pulling her back into his chest. Dobby disapparated with another loud crack, leaving the couple alone. Daphne enjoyed the warmth radiating from Harry’s chest for a few minutes until his quiet coughing reignited all her worries. She slipped out of his lap and knelt on the floor, reaching out under the bed to pull out the chest where they hid all their toys and equipment.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, fishing out the vial of Dittany from the box.
“That’s for your ass, Fi.”
“You can order some more tomorrow. I think we can both survive a week without you spanking me, daddy.”
“That’s debatable.”
“You’re an idiot,” Daphne whispered fondly, kissing his forehead.
“What happened?!” Hermione exclaimed, ripping open the curtains. She had been studying alone in the library, waiting for Viktor to turn up for their date only to be interrupted by Hedwig flying through the open door and sitting on her head. The owl kept tugging on her hair until she gave up and followed her. Hedwig had led her straight to the Fourth Year Boy’s Dormitory, and to Daphne fussing over a visibly injured Harry. Daphne doused a napkin in Dittany and gently dabbed it on Harry’s bruised eye.
“Lie on the bed,” Daphne ordered before turning her attention to Hermione. “Your boyfriend tried to kill Harry, no big deal,” Daphne muttered, glaring at Harry until he gave up and lay on the bed with a quiet sigh.
“What? How? Where?” Hermione frowned in confusion. Viktor had gone with the other champions to the Quidditch Pitch, having been summoned by Bagman to get instructions for the Third and Final Task. It wasn’t like him to be violent, and certainly not like him to attack her closest friend.
Harry tried to speak, only to close his mouth when Daphne’s glare intensified.
“Forbidden Forest and while I don’t have all the details, someone imperioused him to kill Crouch and Harry happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time,” Daphne explained as she gently dabbed Dittany on the bruises coating Harry’s neck.
“Story of my life.” Harry chuckled, drawing glares from both girls.
“Crouch is dead?! Where’s Viktor? Did you take him to the hospital wing?”
“Nope.”
“You left him there?!” Hermione asked, glaring at the Slytherin. “How could you!”
“Because bringing him back wasn’t an option. Had Harry been discovered there, Skeeter would have spun the story to paint him as a monster, a murderer, and probably a bunch of other m’s.” Daphne was entirely unfazed by Hermione’s anger. Her only concern was Harry, everyone else (even his best friend’s boyfriend) did not matter in the slightest. “We left a flare. Someone will find him.”
“What difference does your being here make? Skeeter will still try to pin it on Harry? She’s obsessed with both of you.”
“Harry doesn’t look guilty as hell if he’s cuddling me in his dormitory instead of standing over a dead body.”
“And those?” Hermione gestured to the bruises. “Dittany takes time to act and those bruises won’t fade immediately. Going to the Hospital Wing is going to raise questions. They’ll probably question the entire castle tomorrow so you two better have your story straight.”
“I’ll just tell Pomfrey I got carried away and choked him too hard.”
“I was a very naughty boy,” Harry chimed in.
Hermione stared at the couple dubiously.
“You’re right,” Daphne said with a sigh. “We should have gone back to Hogsmeade instead of coming to the castle,” she muttered, the gears in her head turning.
“I’m going to go make sure Viktor’s alright,” Hermione murmured worriedly, leaving Daphne to her scheming.
“Don’t-”
“I just want to make sure he’s alright. I won’t bring up you or Harry,” Hermione said, already halfway across the empty room. “I’ll pop over to Hagrid's. If someone notices your flare, that's where they’ll bring him before doing anything else.” She slipped out of the dormitory, shutting the door behind her.
“We’re leaving,” Daphne decided, grabbing the Invisibility Cloak off the dressing table. She decided not to wait for Dobby or the hot chocolate. They could always call him to their room in Club Black if needed. She bent to fish the Marauder’s Map from Harry’s bag, holding it out for him.
“Why?”
“Because Hermione is right. If we stay here we have no alibi except for each other and that’s only marginally better than us being found in the clearing. Both of us are logical suspects given what happened in the Second Task so we better make sure there’s no way Skeeter can spin this to pin it on us.”
“Where are we going?” Harry asked, bending to slip under the cloak once more.
“I have an idea…” Daphne whispered, biting her lip.
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“A seedy kink dungeon. The perfect alibi,” Harry teased. They had used the secret tunnel that led to the backroom of Honeyduke’s to return to Hogsmeade. However, instead of going to the Three Broomsticks and to her parents or even to Sirius’ cave like he expected, Daphne had instead pulled him to Club Black. She had made him wait next to the counter in front of the disinterested wizard to make sure the man got a good long view at his only customers for the night while she retrieved a black satin blindfold from the Morgana Suite. Once he was blindfolded, she led him to the room and made him sit on the bed until she was done preparing her surprise.
“I booked this room an hour ago,” Daphne explained. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully curling her hair into an elaborate bun. “It’s ours for the night. There’s a record of payment. The perfect alibi. I’d much rather you get in trouble for sneaking out to spend the night with your girlfriend than be branded a murderer. What’s the worst that could happen? People already know half of what goes on in our bedroom thanks to Skeeter.”
“Is it weird that I don’t feel bad?”
“About Crouch?”
“Yeah. I feel horrible about leaving Krum there.”
“Let’s see… he treated his house elf so badly that she is now a nihilistic alcoholic, forced you to enter a tournament that you’re not qualified to be in, and has been horrible to everyone who’s worked in his department for the last twenty years. He didn’t deserve to die but don’t shed tears for those who don’t deserve them,” Daphne said. “So, no, I don’t think it’s weird you don’t feel bad. As for Krum, he’ll be alright. Broken nose and arm, a few bruises… that’s a night in the Hospital Wing at most. As for what he did under the influence of the Imperius, well, he has friends to help him come to terms with it. But if I were him I’d also see a Mind Healer in Mungo’s on a weekly basis.”
“Wow.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re not,” Harry said with a sigh. While she had been incredibly blunt, he appreciated the clarity she provided. “Why did you book this room?” he asked, changing the subject. “I thought you were going to spend the night with your parents.”
“Uh…”
Harry frowned.
“Daph, is everything alright?”
“Mhm,” Daphne murmured, pushing the last pin in her hair. She stepped out of the bathroom, running her hands down her dress nervously. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?”
“You can take off the blindfold now.”
Harry slowly pulled the satin cloth off his eyes and dropped it onto the bed, looking around the dimly lit room in amazement. It had been transformed from a kinky dungeon to a cozy bedroom. He could still spot manacles hanging from the ceiling and a spanking table in one corner, but all the racks of open equipment had been locked away in cupboards and drawers. The bed now had soft, white cotton sheets on it. Harry reached out and poked one of the two fluffy pillows carefully placed in front of the headboard. A small fire burning in the fireplace flooded the room with warmth and light. It was something he would design for their future home, a perfect synergy of the halves of the life he hoped to one day lead with Daphne. Harry turned to her with a small smile on his face. “What’s this?” he asked, his heart hammering in his chest as he took in her appearance.
Her gorgeous blonde hair was secured in an elaborate bun, making it look like she had a golden halo around her head. She had left her face untouched (just how he liked it) with the exception of making her stormy gray eyes pop with smoky mascara. Instead of her uniform, she wore something that Harry had only before seen on television when he spied on Vernon and Dudley watching racy historical dramas. The lacy black corset perfectly hugged her hourglass-shaped body, accentuating her curves. It was trimmed with silver and went down to her knees. Despite its modesty, to him, she had never looked sexier. Harry’s eyes took in the hint of her bosom poking out from the top of her gown, down to her flat belly and tiny waist before hungrily staring at her wide hips. She reminded him of the black and white posters of that beautiful actress Dudley had in his room. The one with the enigmatic eyes that seemed to stare into your soul while she smiled and pushed down her blowing skirt. Except Daphne was far more beautiful.
“I… I wanted us to have a night together. I… I have to tell you something and I just wanted us to have a night where we’d be Harry and Daphne Potter just spending a normal night in their bedroom before I did,” Daphne said thickly, furiously blinking away tears. She had nearly lost him, and once she told him how useless she was, how she couldn’t give him the one thing he wanted most, she would really lose him. It was only a matter of time. She had been living a fantasy, while in real life their relationship always had an expiration date.
“Normal?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, slowly closing the distance between them. “You’re far too beautiful for this to be anything but magical, love.”
“I’d wear something like this every day. A good Pureblood wife always looks good for her husband.” She had suffered through all those etiquette lessons and learned how to be the perfect wife with no intentions of ever being one. And then she found a man who actually made her want to practice everything she had learned, only for fate to rip him away from her. “What if we have late-night visitors? Or if you want to take me dancing? I am a reflection of your image and prestige, which means I have to be flawless.”
“I’d love you just the same if you were wearing a burlap sack, princess,” Harry whispered, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
“W-what?!” Daphne squeaked, staring at her boyfriend with wide eyes. A part of her, the part that preferred to live in refusal told her she had misheard. There was no way he loved her. She was broken.
Harry took a deep breath, sighed, and then chuckled. “I mean, I’ve known for a while now. But tonight, when I was sure I was going to die… the only regret I had was that I’d go without you knowing I loved you. I’m not going to wait for some magical moment to say those words, or to show you just how much I mean them because life is too fleeting,” Harry whispered. The year had forced him to do a lot of growing up, and he finally understood what Sirius had told him about his father. Sometimes the only thing you needed to be the best version of yourself was the love of a good woman. “I love you, Daphne.”
“I… I-” Daphne started, staring at Harry pleadingly, begging him to understand.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back. I’d rather spend a lifetime with you acting like you barely tolerate my presence than with someone who tells me they love me every day,” Harry murmured, gently resting his forehead against hers.
“No, you won’t,” Daphne mumbled, the dam breaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at him with a mixture of fear and hopelessness. “You shouldn’t. You’ll marry a nice girl and I’ll walk up to the altar and become Daphne Malfoy and be a breeding mule and die.”
Harry blinked in confusion.
“I… Greengrass women carry a curse, Harry,” Daphne said, her voice cracking. “Not all of us, but there’s no way of knowing which of us do. I could have it. Tori could have it. It’s only triggered after we give birth to our first child and it kills us within the year. I can’t give you children, Harry. I can’t give you a family,” Daphne sobbed.
Harry stayed silent. Daphne wondered what he was thinking, if he’d still be her friend after their break up. “I… I have suitable candidates in mind,” she mumbled. “Girls who’ll keep you happy. There’s Bones. You get along well with Delacour too…”
“I already have someone in mind,” Harry said sharply, cutting her off.
“Oh.” Daphne slumped in his arms, deflated. It wouldn’t be too difficult to replace her after all. He already had someone lined up.
“She’s a massive pain in my ass, far too secretive for her own good, and god, some days I just want to spank her ass raw,” Harry growled, grabbing her chin and making her look up at him. “Well, most days,” he corrected himself, grinning when his words drew a tearful chuckle from her. “But she has a heart of gold and she stayed by my side even when my best friend abandoned me.”
“She sounds special,” Daphne mumbled.
“One of a kind, really. No one can take her place.”
“But what about-”
Harry pushed his thumb between her lips, silencing her. She sucked on the calloused digit obediently, staring at him with big gray eyes.
“My life has been a series of impossibilities, Fi. I survived a curse that no one is supposed to survive as a baby. I defeated a Dark Lord with one year of magical education and my bare hands. I faced down a basilisk and lived to tell the tale,” Harry whispered, gently wiping her tear-stained cheeks. “Do you know why?”
“Because underneath those gorgeous eyes and that cinnamon roll exterior, you’re secretly a badass with an insane amount of luck?” Daphne said thickly.
Harry chuckled. “Maybe. But I also had one thing Voldemort never had in those encounters. The support of people that loved me. With it, anything is possible. We’ll have a family. We’ll have… seven children,” Harry said with a chuckle.
“Seven?!”
“Our own Quidditch team,” Harry teased. “We will find a cure for the curse, together.”
“But-”
“I’m not letting you go anywhere, Daphne. Do you understand?”
Daphne nodded.
Harry pulled away from her and began to unbutton his shirt. “Who’s my good girl?”
“I am, daddy,” Daphne replied meekly. She felt the familiar tug of Subspace slowly pulling her to her happy place.
“Do you still want to spend the night as Mrs. Potter?”
“Yes, sir,” Daphne said shyly. Despite her red cheeks, she stared unashamedly at the firm muscles of his bare chest. Her eyes slowly moved lower, taking in his firm abdomen, slowly tracing the trail of hair that disappeared into his pants. She watched him pull his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, breathlessly staring at his throbbing manhood. He kicked his clothes away before taking her hand and pulling them both down onto the soft rug that covered the floor. She sat there facing him, letting him do as he wished. She was his. She knew that now. There was no part of her that wanted to, or could deny it.
Harry’s hands pushed under her dress, gently grasping her thighs and pulling her legs apart to reveal her dripping core. “Where are your knickers, Mrs. Potter?”
“I’m not wearing any,” Daphne murmured, biting her lip.
“My, what a naughty girl. Is this how you’ll entertain our guests?” Harry grabbed her arms and pulled her into his lap. She was facing him, her legs arranged on either side of his waist. Given their position, she had no difficulty looking into his amused eyes despite their height difference. She blushed furiously and tried to look away, only for him to grab her chin and make sure she couldn’t turn her head.
“My husband is insatiable. A good wife accommodates her partner’s needs. Especially if she shares them,” Daphne replied giddily, her fears melting away.
“What if your husband needs to see you in such dresses more often?” Harry asked. His hands grabbed her hips, gently guiding her needy, aching core to his cock. He slowly lowered her on it, impaling her tight pussy with inch after inch of his thick shaft.
“I will… OH! Merlin!” Daphne moaned, her eyes fluttering shut at the pleasant burning of her walls as they stretched to accommodate his massive cock. They had slept together barely half a dozen times but she doubted she’d ever get used to the heat pooling in her belly every time she looked at him, and the sheer happiness and pleasure that consumed her when he was inside her. “I will make an appointment at Twilfitt’s.”
“By the way… you get a month’s worth of punishment for even suggesting you’ll pick that ferret over me,” Harry growled. He groaned softly as she sank down on his entire length. Her fluttering walls gently massaged his veined shaft and Harry had to grit his teeth and focus his mind on the most unpleasant image of Snape he could conjure to make sure he didn’t cum immediately.
“I didn’t-” Daphne squeaked, relaxing when she saw the smile on his face. He was joking, but she suspected she’d get punished just the same. She grabbed his shoulders for support, using them as leverage to slowly bounce on his cock. “You’re… I couldn’t… No one else…” Daphne moaned. Every gentle bounce caused his tip to brush against her G-spot, slowly driving her crazy. “Daddy,” she begged breathlessly, pressing her lips against his for a quick kiss.
Harry pulled away before she could deepen it, however, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. One hand stayed on her hip, guiding her up and down on his cock, now slick with her juices coating his skin. The other hand moved to lazily tug on the strings holding her corset together, all while he kissed his way down her creamy neck.
“Mine,” Harry growled.
“Yours,” Daphne confirmed, breathing heavily.
“My collar around your neck-” Daphne cried out as his teeth sunk into her pulse point, leaving a massive bruise on her ivory skin.
“Yes, sir!” She moaned, her dress riding up her thighs as she desperately bounced on his cock. She felt a familiar coil tightening in the pit of her belly along with the haze she usually fought so hard against clouding her mind.
This time, she let it consume her thoughts without pushback. She didn’t have to be in control, to take care of every situation and problem by herself. Not anymore.
Her large, creamy mounds strained against her corset as she panted breathlessly. Despite her burning lungs, she kept up the pace, riding her lover to the climax they both desperately craved. “Oh, god! Harry!” she groaned quietly when Harry undid the last of the laces holding her dress together. The whalebones creaked as he pulled the two halves of her corset apart, relieving the pressure on her chest and causing her dress to droop down her shoulders.
“And one day,” Harry whispered in between groans, kissing along her exposed shoulder. “A ring on your finger.”
“Mhm!” Daphne moaned wantonly, strands of her golden hair escaping from the elaborate bun she had trapped them in. They cascaded down her red face, bobbing up and down in time with her bouncing.
“Whose ring?” Harry growled, nipping at the skin of her shoulder, leaving another hickey in his wake.
“YOURS, DADDY!” Daphne shrieked, as she bore down on his massive cock. The gentle friction of his tip brushing against her G-spot was almost enough to send her tumbling over the edge but she stubbornly held on for him. She could feel him deep in her belly, deeper than she ever had before. It was almost like he was in her womb, just waiting to fill her with his seed and give her everything he had promised.
“Daphne Potter,” Harry whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin. His teeth clamped down on her sensitive earlobe and he gently tugged on it, overloading her poor body with sensations.
“Yes!” Daphne screamed. Her heavy breasts, now free of their confines, bounced up and down with every thrust. She could feel his eyes hungrily staring at them. She wriggled on his lap, letting the loose dress fall away from her chest to finally free her sore breasts.
“I want to hear you say it,” Harry growled. His hands shifted to her hips, fingers leaving angry red marks on her pale skin as they sank into her soft flesh. He took over for the tired girl, helping her bounce on his cock. He could feel his balls tightening, signaling his rapidly approaching orgasm but he stubbornly held on, his attention entirely focused on making her feel good. His lips closed around the stiff rosy peak that capped her swaying breast and he began to suck lazily, drawing a tiny trickle of milk from her aching mound.
The sudden release of pressure caused the floodgates to open. “DAPHNE POTTER,” she screamed as she came without warning, impaling herself on his cock one last time even as she squirted around his throbbing length. Her walls clamped around his shaft, milking him for his seed.
Harry kept sucking, gulping down the sweet nectar leaking out of her nipples. Her breast muffled his needy groan as he came. He held her in place, shooting ropes of thick, white cum inside her.
There was, Daphne decided as she collapsed against his chest after he had pulled away from her, no better feeling in the world than being filled up with his seed.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, both enjoying each other’s presence in silence as they savored their post-orgasmic bliss.
“Harry?” Daphne whispered into his bare chest, her voice meek and shy. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the steady THUMP of his heartbeat, drawing courage from it. The night was far from over, but she needed him to know something before they went any further.
“Yes, Fi?”
“I love you.”
Notes:
I did promise there would be no hurt without comfort, didn't I? They'll get a happy ending, I can promise you that much without any doubt! A Patron requested I write the Lotus Position and it felt perfect for a tender steamy scene such as this one. If you have requests, feel free to make them! If they make sense in the context of the story, I do my best to work them in. You can also use the Invite Link in the Pinned Post to join my Discord Server to get in touch with me more quickly!
Comments
Brian Jordan
Quick observation: Putting Harry and Daphne together means Draco is doomed, Voldie-boy is utterly doomed and the Magical World will never know what hit it. Add in their assorted friends and family and... "You say you want a revolution? Yeah you know, we all want to change the world." (Apologies to the Beatles if I have the line wrong.)
