Chapter 26

When he was in front of the class, Harry checked the map once more to see if there was anyone around that might cut his enjoyment short. Fortunately, the answer was negative, giving him enough time for some role play, especially since Daphne was kind enough to stay in the perfect location for it.

With a transfiguration spell, he transformed his robe the exact model Snape was always wearing, except gold and crimson lining around the neck to proudly display his house affiliations. And while his wand was out, he added several alert spells on the door, one that would alert him if someone walked nearby.

Then, he pushed the door open and walked into the room, once again copying Snape's mannerism. Shocked by his sudden entrance, Daphne jumped to her feet, an excuse already on her lips before she realized it wasn't the usual professor of the class that entered.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry was faster. "Welcome to your detention, Miss Greengrass," he said with a harsh tone. "I hope you're ready to spend next two hours cleaning cauldrons with your hands," he added, struggling to hold his laugh in as Daphne tried to process the sudden change. He looked at her pointedly. "I asked you a question, Miss Greengrass!"

"Sorry, professor," she exclaimed as she jumped on her feet. Harry nodded in appreciation. She had a lot of personality flaws, but no one had blamed her for not being smart or quick on uptake.

"Good," Harry said as he walked towards his desk. "Your previous professor's cuddling ways left your house subpar. I'm glad that it didn't leave you stupid enough to answer a simple question, like most of your house already is, doing their best to act like a pack of dunderheads. Snivellus Snape was a disgrace to this post."

"Yes, professor," Daphne approved easily, not that it surprised her. After all, these insults to her house were nothing after everything she had personally sacrificed to appease his whims.

"It's good that you have a modicum of sense, unlike your 'noble' peers, Miss Greengrass," Harry added. "Maybe I should have mercy on you and give you a less dirty task?" he said, continuing with a more suggestive tone after a small break. "Would you like that, Miss Greengrass?"

It was a pleasure to watch her shiver at his words, but unlike the last time, fear played no role on that shudder, replaced by arousal she tried to repress, only to fail spectacularly. "Whatever you wish, professor," she gasped, her chest pushing forward expectantly, a scene that would have been amazing if she remembered to unbutton her robe a bit. A pity, Harry thought. She had much to learn, and she was lucky to have such a patient and understanding teacher to teach her!

"Willingness to listen is always appreciated, Miss Greengrass," Harry said. "Are you any good in brewing potions," Harry asked.

"I had straight O's for the last five years, professor," Daphne answered, with an angry heat previously absent. It wasn't long-lived, however, wilting under his warning glare.

"I care little about the grades given by your incompetent professor, little miss. He was rather famous for coddling the students of his own house. I asked you if you are any good in brewing potions?"

"Yes, professor," she said, her gaze downward once more. "I can brew everything in the curriculum from until the end of the sixth year."

"A prepared student, I like it," Harry answered. "Then, let's start with a simple one. Why don't you brew a pepper-up potion for me." She raised her head, once again the insult to her personal competence managing to trigger her, but Harry continued, not giving her an opportunity to interject. "I can see that you're offended by the simplicity of the recipe, but I follow a different philosophy for brewing. You need to prove that you can brew under pressure before I let you try more difficult recipes."

A blush covered her face as she realized what Harry was driving at, a view that brought a dark smile to his face, something that fit the role he was playing perfectly. This time, she just nodded, unable to bring herself to speak. "Excellent," Harry said. "Now, pick your ingredients and start the preparations."

He did nothing but to sit calmly while Daphne dashed for the cupboard that held the ingredients, and returned with several. Harry waited until he could catch her eyes, then shook his head in disappointment, pointing at the set she had picked, making her realize that she had forgotten to pick everything. "Not knowing all the ingredients, disappointing," Harry murmured.

She was even more panicked as she returned the cupboard, picking the missing items. Meanwhile, Harry started walking towards her cauldron. When she returned, he was already waiting there. He examined the quality of the ingredients. "Not bad," he said while he examined them in detail, until he found a root of daffodil that was too old, and moldy enough to affect the potency of the potion. He raised it. "But not good either," he added.

He gently held her chin, and raised her head until their gaze was connected, a sensual move that would see him fired from a sensible school. Not from Hogwarts, of course, as torture, serial use of memory charms, membership to a terrorist group, murder, or even housing a dark lord on the back of one's head didn't seem to get people fired. "While I don't agree with your previous professor Snivellus' unhealthy fascination with it, there is still a basic level of competency I expect from my students." He raised his wand and burned it, then vanishing the resulting dust. "The remaining roots are sufficient for several doses," he added. "You can start."

Daphne was quick to follow his order, and started to sort the ingredients in rapid succession, but still tense, aware of his presence behind her, but she started to relax after a few seconds without a move from Harry. Of course, that was what he was waiting for, so he slid his hand through her hair, gathering it into a ponytail. "To prevent contamination," he explained, knowing that she wouldn't dare to ask.

"I understand, sir," she answered.

He leaned into her ear. "Good girl." A shudder was the only reaction that slipped through her control, as she continued the task of separating the ingredients. She even managed to ignore the way his hand was dancing over her body, which was rather impressive considering just how aroused she was.

Harry was aware that the thickness of her robe was the thing that allowed her to resist the impact of his touch. Luckily, he had a plan for it. He cast a protection spell first, one that would protect her body from errant drops of the potion, and another wave of his wand saw her clothes disappearing without a warning, leaving her completely naked.

Daphne turned to him reflexively, a panicked look in her eyes. "To prevent contamination," he repeated, his smile even wider. "A loose piece of string might cause a cataclysmic explosion." He neglected to mention that only in extremely complicated and volatile potions a piece of string would cause such a reaction, and even then, it required a rather unlucky timing.

He kept his gaze affixed, daring her to call him on. Unsurprisingly, she didn't. "Don't forget to stir your potion, it's almost light blue," he ordered, underlining his order with a playful spank, which echoed nicely on her naked skin. The gasp that escaped her lips was even more delicious.

After her momentary stun, she managed to turn her attention back to the potion, stirring the potion clockwise, with even beats that belied a significant aptitude. Even more impressive was the fact that she managed to maintain that balanced pace even his hands started to dance on her naked back, trailing around her spine.

"Not bad," Harry said as she managed to push the potion to a murky green color, perfectly delivering the step. It was a simple potion, but to her credit, the conditions were rather challenging as well. "Maybe not all Slytherin students were a complete waste of space that survives through a daily-dose of nepotism," he said. His hands dipped down until his fingertips tasted her wetness, which thirsted for his attention since their last encounter, where he left her soiled but unfulfilled. Her fingers trembled in anticipation, which had the rather unfortunate result of making her spill too much rosemary extract into the potion, which took a spiky crimson tone.

"Or maybe not," he continued derisively as he pulled his hand away. "It seems that I spoke too soon. Miss Greengrass, it's a waste of time if you can't brew a simple stamina potion without ruining it. Maybe we should cancel it."

"No!" she exclaimed as she turned to him rapidly, which made her boobs swing wildly despite their reasonable proportion. Harry said nothing, just looked at her while a blush covered her body, letting her internalize the intensity of her reaction. But even that didn't prevent her from arguing in an effort to recover the situation. "I can still save the potion," she whispered. "Please, give me another chance."

His initial plan was to stretch the moment as much as possible, threatening her with the possibility of another session cut short, but her enthusiasm managed to loosen his determination. He nodded. "You have one chance, complete the potion perfectly, and I'm going to give you a reward. But if you can't…" he continued, letting his words to fade away towards the end.

"I will," she replied, determination echoing in her tone, in a confident display he had only seen in their first duel, where she was still had hopes of fighting against him.

He couldn't help but smile at that, one that Daphne missed because her attention was already back at the bubbling cauldron. He was amused to see the reawakening of that spark, but this time, solely focused on earning his approval, which would end in arousal. Maybe it was the pureblood mentality; with their lives shaped by magic, they were too inclined to submit to the stronger wizard.

A rather fruitful trait, all considered.

He leaned toward the nook of her neck, and took a deep breath, enjoying her smell, which had a hint of strawberries. Their closeness was enough to make her tremble with an obvious need, but that didn't prevent her from expertly managing her potion-related tasks.

There was a gentleness in his movements as he wrapped his arms around her body, one of his hands ending up on her breast, the other on her stomach. She managed to ignore the initial touch, but it was markedly more difficult when his fingers started dancing over her skin, sending jolts of pleasure that was particularly effective in her aroused state. She let out a soft moan, and suppressed the second, all the while the small knife between her fingers danced on the cutting board, hurriedly preparing the ingredients to stabilize the potion before she missed the small window of time that was available.

"Not bad," he said, which would have been just an errant comment if he hadn't leaned to her ear as he did so, using a soft, rumbling tone that worked wonders in stoking her desire even more. Her fingers trembled, making the blade slip, which would have created a rather messy accident if it wasn't for the protective field he had established. The blade just slid away from her finger, but she didn't even pay attention to it, her eyes momentarily closed, struggling to concentrate.

Harry pulled away for a moment of fleeting mercy, giving her enough time to gather herself. While doing that, he let his eyes wander freely on her naked body, dancing on her litheness, broken by occasional well-placed curve, a body that signaled dedication to a serious exercise regimen -or a magical trick that replicated its effect. Either way, with such a spectacular result, he wasn't complaining.

Between her legs, he could see her most intimate place shining with a thick sheen, showing the intensity of her arousal. He felt his pants tighten even more, driven by the amazing view, and strengthened by the knowledge that he only needed to utter a word, and the sexy heiress in front of him would have skewered herself with his shaft, and treated the opportunity as the most amazing gift she had ever received.

Another flare of magic, and his pants and underwear disappeared, letting his shaft free. Her opportunity to gather herself wasn't for free. When he took a step forward once more, his shaft slid between her thighs, her wetness caressing its topside. Another gasp, followed by a tremble, but this time, she managed to keep her hands steady, slowly adding some extra essence of dittany to bring the potion to the last phase.

"Almost there," he whispered, his tone sensual and dark once more. But neither that, nor the presence of his shaft, gently tickling her arousal, managed to break the rhythm of her hands as she stirred the cauldron with soft, even beats. Curious, Harry dipped into her mind, only to find a determination of strange intensity, one that turned her occlumency into an unbreakable ball of iron.

Or more accurately, an unbreakable ball of iron for anything other than him. For him, it was like a ball of cotton candy, not only easy to penetrate, but also delicious. Her subconscious sucked him in, all without her even noticing it. Apparently, his dominion over her was even stronger than his generous assumptions. Inside her mind, he could see her dedication clamping down on her desires, forcing her arms to obey her command.

Such dedication deserved a reward, he decided even as he put a subtle spell on the ladle she was using, magically stabilizing it in a way that would make the potion complete to near-perfection.

With the spell in place, however, there was nothing that kept him from increasing the intensity of his attention. He pressed his lips to her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark, followed by a soft kiss. Meanwhile, his fingers were trailing down along her spine in a surprising gentleness, but when they arrived at her bottom, they sank into her flesh with contrasting violence, something she enjoyed if the edge of pleasure in her pained cry was any indicator.

The next sound that left her mouth didn't carry a hint of pain. When he brought his finger to her entrance, her wetness swallowed it like her mind had drawn his legimency probe, squeezing his finger with an abject need. He was careful while he moved his finger inside her, because it wouldn't have taken much to push her through the edge, and he didn't want a premature ending to their little game.

After almost a minute of uninterrupted moans, she managed to take control of her voice, though controlling her heated breathing wasn't as simple. His free hand continued to dance over her body while the other slowly explored her depths, and his lips, occasionally touching her skin, didn't make things any simpler.

But finally, despite all of his distraction, she managed to finish the potion. "Looks promising," he said as he summoned a small glass, but before filling one, he cast a spell to cool of the whole cauldron. He had some interesting plans in mind for the rest. He took a sip, and felt a refreshing wave of energy spreading through his body.

"The effect works flawlessly as well, not bad," he said calmly as Daphne let out a cry loud enough to hurt his ears, one of pleasure; because as he spoke, he had slammed his hips forward, impaling her fully. "You deserve a reward," he added even as he grabbed her hair, pulling her hair back, which brought her mouth to an excellent position to steal a kiss, one domineering enough to fit the theme…

Her moans, which echoed inside his mouth, was delicious, so was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. There was no need for him to do anything other than pumping furiously to bring her to the climax that had been promised, but that wouldn't be as fun as the thing he had in mind. "Drink up," he ordered, waiting just enough for the light of understanding to burn in her eyes before pushing her head down, directly into the potion she had brewed.

It was the other reason he had ordered her to prepare the potion of stamina, as an excessive sense of hyperactivity was the only drawback of an excessive dose, and it had no side effect for the skin. He wanted her overflowing with excess energy for the next few hours, because he didn't have anything else for the rest of the day, so he could spend his time burning that energy in his own leisure.

He kept her head down for a while, continuing to impale her mercilessly at the downstairs. He pulled her up a moment later, only to push down just as she was trying to steal a breath, forcing her to swallow quite a bit of the potion. This time, he didn't let her up, not until she started to trash with the lack of oxygen…

When he pulled, he timed it perfectly with a deep push. Combined with the rush of enjoyment from the ability to breathe, it was only to be expected for her to finally topple through the edge, into an explosive orgasm. She let out a loud, wanton moan, her legs losing their ability to hold her upright. Luckily, Harry was ready to keep her upright, still pumping her mercilessly.

Without the excess energy from the potion, she would have been unconscious, but she was still up, so Harry had no problems pushing her against the nearest empty desk, skewering her until she managed to return into an approximation of consciousness. She gasped, moaned, and trembled, each signaling an unbound joy for being used as a toy.

He released his load when she had tightened around his shaft once more, this time, her attempts to milk him ending successfully. Impressively, she just mewled in satisfaction as he fills her womb with his seed, which, coupled with the extra vitality boost from the potion, had a real chance of making her pregnant. A rather complicated proposition, but he found it easy to ignore in the enjoyment of dominating and tainting a pureblood heiress…

This time, he pulled back, watching his seed, which was slowly oozing between her legs, a sight that soothed his male pride. A moment's rest all she was going to have. But before sliding back in, he pulled his invisibility cloak, and throw it on even as he took his place inside her once more.

"Let's have a walk," he whispered.