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The Power He Knows Not Chapter 25
🕑 Added 2023-04-06 02:40:00 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Rough, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Teasing, Breast Play, Creampie.
“So,” Katie said conversationally, casually stripping off her denim jacket. “This is a massive clusterfuck.
Daphne blinked. “A what now?”
“It’s an… obscure muggle term,” Hermione muttered, emerging from the separate room the Room of Requirement had helpfully created for them. “Viktor and Katarina are settled. They’re both worried, but I promised them they could camp out here until we find a solution.” She flopped onto the empty bean bag next to Harry’s, running a hand through her still-damp hair. She had run off before Madame Pomfrey had had a chance to dry them all and make them drink a multitude of potions. The Room of Requirement, had, however, helpfully provided towels and a partitioned changing area, and Hermione had stripped off her wet clothing before drying her slender body with a towel. She then changed into a perfectly fitting gray blouse and black skirt provided by the wonderful room. “We have a lot of problems,” she said, looking around at everyone.
“Let’s count them off, shall we? One of us-” Daphne pointed at Hermione, “may have caused a major international incident by harboring a young couple from another school against the wishes of the girl’s admittedly vile father. Our fearless boyfriend loved someone and didn’t even know it.” Her gaze finally settled on Katie, who was still in the process of shedding her clothes. “And the object of his affection seems to have nearly gotten sacrificed by creatures well known for their affinity for ritualized sacrifice in service of the Dark Arts. Am I forgetting something?”
“The stupid way this tournament is designed traumatized a young Veela and nearly caused her older sister to ignite another Veela-Merfolk war?” Susan added, chewing her lower lip worriedly. “How are Gabrielle and Fleur?”
“They’re resting in the Beauxbaton’s carriage. Madame Maxime has contacted their parents and they’re on their way,” Harry answered, sighing as he leaned back into the comfortable beanbag.
“Are you ready to meet your girlfriend’s parents?” Hermione teased, leaning over to kiss Harry’s cheek.
“Not even remotely,” Harry mumbled, trying not to panic.
“At least it won’t be as bad as the time you met Susie’s aunt,” Daphne teased with a smirk.
“What happened?” Padma asked, nestled into Daphne’s side. The taller blonde had her arm protectively wrapped around the Ravenclaw, gently caressing her side while they cuddled.
“Naked and boning.”
“We were not!” Susan glared at her girlfriend.
“We were just snogging. And Susan’s blouse was kinda unbuttoned, that’s all.”
“Harry, you’re not helping!”
“Oh, so you’ll pick up hints from everyone but me, is that it, Potter?” Katie snorted, pulling off her leggings and tossing them onto her ever-growing pile of clothes. She was left in a tank top and her skirt, her toned arms and long, slender legs on display.
“You never gave me any!”
“I asked you to fly with me alone after every practice so we could play out ‘strategies’. I always showered in the stall next to you and my shower curtain was always half-open when it was just us two in the changing room. I bloody flashed you a couple of times, Potter! What more do you want?”
“Too subtle,” Susan giggled, hiding a smile behind her hand.
“Yeah, if you wanted to get with him you should probably have gotten, ‘Sleep with me, Harry Potter’ tank tops,” Daphne teased. “Speaking of, why are you taking yours off?”
“It’s not safe to wear wet clothes. You run the risk of getting hypothermia.”
“Madame Pomfrey made sure you were all dry and warm, didn’t she?” Hermione asked.
Katie walked over to the table that held the tray where Dobby had helpfully arranged sandwiches and glasses of water for them. She picked up a glass and dumped the water on her chest before turning to Hermione with a smirk. “Looks like I’m still wet.” She pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it away, drawing everyone’s attention to her toned abdomen and pert breasts, gently jiggling as they bounced free.
“Alicia was right. You’re a bloody menace,” Daphne grumbled, unable to pull her eyes away from the Chaser’s firm, perfectly shaped ass as she pulled her skirt down her legs.
Katie stepped out of the skirt and sauntered over to Harry, draping herself over his lap. “Just making sure the guy who thinks I’m the thing ‘he’d miss the most’ gets the hint this time. This obvious enough for you, Harry?” Katie asked, grabbing Harry’s wrists and guiding his hands to her rapidly stiffening brown nipples.
Harry’s breath hitched and he nodded, his throat suddenly dry.
“There are people around.” Hermione jerked her thumb at the shut door behind her. She didn’t count any of them in said ‘people’, considering how even the most serious of their Room of Requirement meetings didn’t usually end without someone ending up across Harry or Daphne’s knees and getting spanked.
“They’re probably fast asleep but even if they wanted to watch, I don’t mind.” Katie shrugged, resuming her work on unbuttoning Harry’s trousers. Harry lifted his hips to allow her to pull them and his boxers down his legs. She bit her lips at the size of the erection that sprung free, suddenly wishing she had done what Daphne had suggested and been even more aggressive in pursuing her crush. When everyone stared at her wordlessly, she looked around and said, “what, have none of you fantasized about Harry spanking you in the main atrium of The Vixen’s Club?”
“No idea what it is, doll,” Daphne said, playing with Padma’s ample chest even as her eyes stayed fixed on Katie’s toned body straddling her boyfriend’s waist.
“But we’re going there the first chance we get,” Harry growled, grabbing Katie’s hips. He was tired of just laying back and letting things simply happen to him. It was time to take what, or more precisely, who, he wanted. Katie had been his constant companion on the Quidditch field since his First Year, and he had often found himself admiring the older Chaser’s wit and beauty. But before Susan, before Daphne, before everything… he’d thought it impossible to talk to women, let alone someone older and as beautiful as Katie Bell.
His fingers sank into the soft skin, leaving angry red marks in their wake as he effortlessly lifted his Quidditch teammate and impaled her wet pussy on his throbbing manhood in one fluid stroke.
“Oh, Merlin!” Katie moaned as her walls stretched to accommodate his girth. While she was no slouch when it came to experience, he was the biggest she had taken by far and she had to pat his chest, silently begging for a minute to get used to the feeling of his shaft splitting her in two.
Harry grinned and obliged, staying sheathed in her. He got to his feet, wrapping his arms around her waist to support her while he carried her to the table in the center of the room. Katie groaned when her back hit the polished wood, the fit Chaser spreading her legs to let everyone in attendance get a clear view of Harry ravishing her.
“Well, we have a lot to do before we can all plan a nice trip to a kink club,” Hermione said, bemused.
“You want me?” Harry growled.
Katie shot him a lopsided grin and nodded, biting her lower lip between her teeth.
“You’re mine now, Katie Bell.” Harry pulled out of her, only to ram back in with as much force as he could muster. Katie’s loud moan filled the air, her eyes growing to the size of pennies at the unforgiving pace Harry had picked. Harry wrapped his hand around her slender neck, pinning her to the table, letting everyone see her body bouncing up and down on his cock.
“Let’s start with the merfolk,” Daphne said, frowning.
“I want to know why they freaked when I tried to get Katie. They kept calling her my Dark Mate,” Harry grunted, pistoning in and out of Katie’s slick pussy. He grabbed one ankle after another and rested her feet on his shoulders, giving him the freedom to go even faster. His free hand shifted to her clit, the nail of his thumb grazing against the sensitive nub. Katie cried out and arched her back, breathing heavily as she slumped back on the table.
“Merfolk are well known for their penchant for the dark arts. Maybe they were told there would be four hostages and thought they’d get to keep the extra one as their plaything,” Daphne explained, scowling. She and Susan had been incandescent with rage ever since Bagman had explained the task to the audience.
Katie’s eyes widened.
“Hush. I won’t let them touch you,” Harry whispered, turning and kissing her leg protectively. “You’ve looked out for me on the field, let me take care of you outside it.”
“Yes, sir,” Katie moaned, absentmindedly playing with her stiff nipples. She turned her head, watching Susan staring at them with a hungry expression on her face. “You wanna join in on the fun, Bones?”
“Uhm… I have to go send a letter to my Auntie about Krum and Katarina,” Susan mumbled, her face a dark red. She very much wanted to join, but she also knew if she did, nothing would get done for the rest of the day. She reluctantly got to her feet, her thick thighs pressed together as she shuffled over to the couple. Her eyes remained fixed on the smooth pistoning of Harry’s glistening cock in and out of Katie’s pussy, the way her lithe body jumped up and down the table as it was impaled by her boyfriend’s cock again and again.
Susan shyly pecked Harry’s cheek and began to scurry away, only to be stopped cold by Katie’s moan. “Where’s my kiss, Bones?”
The redhead slowly turned around, pressing her thighs even closer at the sight of Katie looking up at her, a lazy smile gracing her face in between moans. It seemed the girl got off on being watched just as much as she did watching Harry with others. Susan slowly bent and brushed her lips against Katie’s, breathing heavily.
Katie grinned and deepened the kiss without hesitation. Harry watched the scene before him with wide eyes, his pupils blown with lust. He was pouring all the stress and worry of the day into his thrusting, taking Katie faster and harder than he’d ever taken a mate for their first time together before. He gently twisted her clit, the resultant shriek from the girl muffled by Susan’s lips.
“Gotta go,” Susan mumbled, pulling away and desperately running out of the room.
“You sure?” Daphne’s asked, turning to Padma.
Harry turned to look at Daphne. Katie was an incoherent mess on the table, babbling and begging as she was ravished. “What’re you talking about, princess?” Harry asked.
SMACK!
Harry’s palm landed squarely in the middle of Katie’s breast, a pink handprint immediately blooming on the tanned skin.
“Oh, Harry! Fuck! Oh MERLIN, please!” Katie moaned, looking up at her new lover with eyes full of worship.
“Padma just gave me what she’s certain is the password to Dumbledore’s office. I’m going to ambush the old man and get him to help us with Krum and Katarina,” Daphne said, gently pushing Padma off her lap as she stood.
“And that’s all you’ll be doing,” Harry said sternly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Daphne watched as Harry landed slap after slap on Katie’s breasts, alternating between the creamy mounds. She watched his palm land on her petite chest, her eyes fixed on the reddening skin even as she knew he was proving a point.
If she disobeyed his instructions, she’d be next. Which, honestly, sounded like a very good time to the bratty masochist.
“Please…” Katie begged, the tension in the pit of her stomach building to unbearable levels. Daphne whimpered as Harry tugged on Katie’s sensitive clit, causing her to scream and arch her back, her legs trembling violently.
“Fucking politics,” Daphne mumbled, pressing her thighs together. She scurried over, quickly kissing Harry’s cheek and bending over to brush her lips against Katie’s, running out of the room before her willpower broke.
“Why call Katie your Dark Mate?” Hermione murmured. She had gotten up and walked halfway around the room to watch the duo, her wide eyes fixed on her boyfriend and the girl she had crushed on for the past few months. They were locked in a sensual dance of domination and submission, and she wondered how it would feel to kneel between Harry’s legs and worship his balls, Katie’s arousal dripping down onto her face…
“Why?” Harry grunted, his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t think straight anymore, his entire attention consumed by the sheer bliss of Katie’s fluttering velvet walls wrapping around his girth with every thrust deep into her belly. Her musical moans filled his ears, driving out all thoughts from his mind.
“Dark Mate… Dobby calls us all your soulmates…” Padma mumbled under her breath, her eyes suddenly widening. “Oh, Balls!” She jumped to her feet and ran over to Hermione, grabbing her hand and pulling the highly aroused girl away from the couple.
“Hey! What-”
“Library, now. Sorry, sir! I need her help with something,” Padma said, pulling a very reluctant Hermione out of the room.
Harry had simply nodded and focused his attention back on Katie, rubbing her clit desperately as he roughly thrust into her pussy.
Katie moaned and reached out to grab his biceps for support, her legs trembling and eyes rolling into the back of her head as the tension in her core built up to impossible levels.
SMACK!
Katie’s eyes flew open at the harsh slap to her bouncing breasts.
“Look at me,” Harry growled, his nail grazing Katie’s overstimulated clit.
Katie rested her eyes on her lover, a desperate moan escaping her perfect, bow-shaped lips.
“I’m sorry. For…”
“I know. Merlin, I know!” Katie moaned, her nails digging into Harry’s arms. “Just… promise… take care of me… now…” she panted. She was struggling to breathe, Harry’s hand returning to her neck cutting off her air in a way that heightened the pleasure coursing through her body a thousandfold.
They tumbled over the edge together, Harry’s roar and her pleasure-filled shriek intermingling and filling the air around them, the echoes still ringing in their ears as Harry erupted in her. He pushed into her tight pussy one last time, her velvet walls clamping down around his shaft with an iron grip.
“HARRRRRY!” Katie moaned, nearly passing out from the force of the orgasm rocking her body. She slumped back to the table, half-conscious, enjoying the warmth of the ropes of cum Harry filled her up with even as she squirted her juices onto his cock.
Her body was a lump of Jell-O by the time Harry pulled out of her, the girl having no strength to move or climb down from the table. She lay there with her legs spread, a thin trickle of cum leaking out of her slightly gaping pussy.
“You’re entirely too good at this,” Katie teased, watching as Harry cleaned himself and pulled on his pants and boxers.
“I should have just kissed you two years ago like I wanted to,” Harry muttered, buttoning his trousers. “Sorry.”
Katie grinned, the blissful smile lighting up her beautiful face. “You can make it up to me.”
“How?”
“Today was a good start. Are you going somewhere?”
“I need to talk to my godfather. You should rest.”
Katie nodded at the shut door. “What if they come out of their presumably soundproof room?”
Harry bent, his lips brushing against Katie’s sweaty forehead. “Well then, doll, you spread your legs further and let them see my mark on you.”
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“Miss Greengrass,” Dumbledore said softly. He didn’t seem surprised to find the Slytherin lounging in one of the chairs arranged in front of his large, ornate table. “This is a pleasant surprise.”
“Did you expect Susan, perhaps?” Daphne asked coolly. Her Headmaster wasn’t the only one who could play mind games. “After all, she didn’t get a chance to yell at you. I’ve never, not once in my four years in this castle seen a Hufflepuff lose their temper. Bravo.” Daphne clapped sarcastically, turning to face Dumbledore as he took his seat behind the table. “Unfortunately she’s writing a letter to her Aunt to ask for her help in protecting a young couple imperiled by your callous foolishness,” Daphne said coldly.
Dumbledore didn’t take the bait. “Mister Krum and Miss Karkaroff? Are they safe?”
“For now.”
“Igor is quite agitated. He keeps demanding I allow him to search the castle.”
“Igor is lucky Greengrass Potions stopped manufacturing Poisons after the Regulation of Potions Act of 1972. In a hypothetical world where the Greengrasses still made them off the books for their most trusted clients, it would, hypothetically speaking, of course, be far too easy for something to find its way into his food. Perhaps someone should remind Igor to be careful.”
“Are you threatening the Headmaster of Durmstrang, Miss Greengrass?”
“Oh, no. I would never do anything unlawful or against school rules, Headmaster,” Daphne replied with a venomous sweet smile. “I’m just saying perhaps it is time Headmaster Karkaroff let his daughter live her life and worried about his own health instead.”
Dumbledore sighed and combed his long, silvery beard with his fingers. “Why are you here, Miss Greengrass?”
“There’s a cold war brewing between you and Madame Bones in Wizengamot,” Daphne said, calmly picking her nails. “I’m here to break it.”
“I’m sure there will be a right time for you to enter the political arena, Miss Greengrass. For now, I would advise you to concentrate on your studies.”
Daphne chuckled. “I’m not deluded enough to think I’m anywhere near as good as you, Headmaster. I’m sure you can crush me in magical ability and political skill on any given day. My father on the other hand...” Daphne pulled out the envelope from inside her sweater, letting Dumbledore see the letter was addressed to her father. “He’s been happy to stay neutral and watch the fight from the sidelines so far, but with the offer I’m making him… he’ll be more than happy to dive right in. As good as you are, Headmaster, my father eats politicians for breakfast.”
“What are you offering him?” The warmth in the Headmaster’s voice was still present, but present along with it was a wary edge to his voice that she had never heard before.
“I’m just letting him know of an opportunity to provide shelter to Harry Potter and Viktor Krum. He’ll be the man who rescued the Savior of Magical Britain and the National Hero of Bulgaria from their horrible living conditions… Imagine his power after that.” Daphne grinned, her lips curling into a cold and sinister smile. “Imagine the outrage of all those stuffy old Purebloods with their archaic ideas who sit behind my father when they hear how mere Muggles have treated the heir to the Potter and Black seats. Now, a lot of them might not personally like Harry or the politics of his father and grandfather, but that’s not the point, is it? He’s one of us. All they need is a little prodding.”
“Which your father would be happy to provide.”
That, she wasn’t completely sure about. Dating Harry provided them protection against Malfoy and his machinations so she had always had her father’s blessing from the moment he learned of their relationship, but Cyrus Greengrass never did anything that wasn’t directly beneficial to the Greengrass name. And he worked from the shadows. So, Daphne decided to up the stakes to ensure she’d never have to use the letter. She pulled the simple platinum band Tracey had gifted her from her pinky and slipped it onto her ring finger before pulling her hand up and resting it flat on the desk, turning Harry from a mere boyfriend to someone bound to her father by marriage.
“Family. Duty. Honor. The words on the Greengrass family crest. My father would never turn his back on family, never forgo his duty to his son-in-law, and never dishonor himself by not coming to his aid.” Daphne nervously rapped her fingers on the desk, hoping the man would buy her subterfuge.
“What do you want, Miss Greengrass?”
Didn’t I tell you a true victory is one where you win without ever having to fight, Susie?
Daphne smiled. “Krum and Katarina will be provided refuge in Hogwarts and complete their schooling here. They’re both of age and they deserve to live their life how they see fit. I’m sure you will have the full support of Madame Bones and the DMLE in this matter.”
“You didn’t have to threaten me for this, Miss Greengrass,” Dumbledore said softly.
Daphne shrugged. “Harry won’t be returning to the Dursleys after the school year.”
‘Start with an easy one and lull them into complacency before you drop the bombshell.’ Her father had taught her.
“That is impossible, Miss Greengrass.”
“Why?”
“The Blood Wards-”
“Ah, yes. Madame Bones wrote to Susie and told her you were using them as an argument in Wizengamot. Tell me, Headmaster, if You-Know-Who is dead and all his real supporters are in Azkaban, why are they needed? They made some sense when he was a baby but now… unless you think he’s not dead?”
Dumbledore paused, his electric blue eyes flashing as he studied the girl in front of him.
“You don’t need to answer. That pause tells me everything. So his dreams really are visions,” Daphne mumbled under her breath.
“Dreams? Harry has been having dreams?” Dumbledore asked sharply.
“He has. They’re not the topic of this discussion. If he’s truly back, you know you want to be in a position of power to make sure the Ministry is ready to face him,” Daphne reasoned shrewdly. “Can’t do that if three-fourths of the Wizengamot is in open revolt against you.” Daphne took a deep breath. “We shall find a suitable house, a house that is acceptable to you. But Harry will not be returning to his relatives this summer. This is not up for discussion.”
“Is that all, Miss Greengrass?”
“Mrs. Greengrass if you don’t mind, Professor. I’m a married woman now, after all.” Daphne smiled complacently. “But yes, that is all. I’m sure Madame Bones will be relieved to put the nastiness in Wizengamot behind her.”
She got up and made her way to the door before Dumbledore’s question caused her to pause and turn around. “How did you get in, Mrs. Greengrass?”
“You rotate the same six passwords over and over again. I know someone who figured it out in her second year,” Daphne answered with a grin. She slipped out of the door and shut it behind her before pressing her ear against it and trying to listen.
“She’s impertinent, Albus!” She heard one of the portraits in the room growl. “Why didn’t you punish the insolent brat?”
“She’s dangerous, Phineas,” Dumbledore replied softly. “Punishing her would only rouse her curiosity further. We are in uncharted territory now, and things have gotten so out of hand I do not know what will happen.”
Daphne smirked and made her way down the winding staircase, whistling softly.
Notes:
I'm still practicing having 5-7 people in a scene, so it'll be a few chapters before they're all involved in a scene. As for the next chapter, I'm thinking Katie and Hermione with Harry. What say? Honestly, I didn't think writing Katie would be this much fun. Again, thank you to those of you who voted for her in the Ship Polls! And voted for Exhibitionism as a kink you'd like to see with her, I think it meshes great with her personality. If you want, you can make requests in the post where I take them, and I generally honor them as long as it fits with the story and characters and my writing style! As for Daphne... she's being Daphne, what can I say?
Comments
GhostnKC
Glad someone else noticed that
tornadoboy
Hermione might have a mild exhibitionist kink of her own given how her last few scenes have played out. Katie and Hermione might be fun. But have you considered Katie and a very dazed Padma?
Erinnyes
Katie is fun, I like your depiction of her. She's so massively underused in the fandom despite her clear proximity to Harry that it's almost criminal, especially given known shared interests. Exhibitionism is a fun kink for her, and this will play well with the group dynamics. I'm excited to see what else you do with it. Hermione and her should be a lot of fun!
