15 Daphne Greengrass

"Thank you for coming in Mr. Potter. You doing this series of lectures will be a boon for Hogwarts."

Harry smiles at that, even as he twines his fingers together before him.

"Please Minerva, call me Harry. I think we've known each other long enough for that, haven't we?"

His old Transfiguration Professor pauses at that as she looks at him sternly over her glasses. Harry just smiles back at the elderly witch. Minerva McGonagall has always been one of his staunchest supporters, but she's also always been a strict, formal woman. She's not one for impropriety, but given WHO he is, Harry knows he's probably one of the only people in the Wizarding World who could force the matter.

Thanks to his latest endeavors, the wizard is finally willing to try, even if he has no current desires to fuck the old woman in front of him. Matching her stern look with his benign smile, Harry waits his old Professor out until finally, Minerva breaks the staring contest off and flashes a quick, faux smile on his direction.

"Yes… I suppose so. Harry. As I said, thank you for doing this. I know you must be busy at the Auror Office, but Hogwarts is glad to have you for the holidays."

Chuckling, Harry waves a hand dismissively."

My Aurors can take care of themselves without me, and if they can't, well I'm always a floo away, aren't I? Not to worry, it's no bother at all. Though I won't lie, there seems to be a bit of… tension in the air. Is something the matter Minerva? Perhaps I can help."

The older witch pauses for a moment, before letting out a sigh. She's not quite Dumbledore's age, but she's still gone grey, and the years have never been more obvious than in that moment.

"… I am planning on retiring at the end of this year Harry."

Oh, now that IS interesting news. Harry can't help but lean forward in his chair at that, eyebrow lifted.

"Is that so? I suppose that explains the tension, doesn't it?"

The Hogwarts Headmistress lets out a long-suffering sigh as she nods her head.

"Indeed, it does. I do not have a protégé, nor a clear heir. I don't even have a preference if I'm being honest. All those I would recommend for the role are busy with their own lives."

Harry could imagine who she meant. He was probably on the short list, if only because of his magical strength and the fact that he was sometimes referred to as 'his generation's Dumbledore', whenever he's not being called the Man-Who-Won or the Boy-Who-Lived or another idiotic hyphenated name boiling him down to a single act.

But then, after him… she was probably talking about Hermione. Unfortunately, the brunette witch was unavailable for the job, given her role in government. It's too bad, because Harry would love to have a bitch of his embedded at the top of the Hogwarts hierarchy. Oh, now that wasn't a half bad idea.

"So then, your Professors are vying for the role, are they?"

He keeps the smile on his face and out of his voice, and McGonagall nods tiredly.

"Indeed, they are. And not just the Heads of Houses either. There are several Professors, both new and old, who think this is their chance to grab some glory."

Harry chuckles at the Headmistress' pessimistic mood. He's sure that not all of them are in it for the glory or the pay increase. There's probably at least ONE witch in this school that wants the role for the children's sake. And yes, it would be a witch. Harry wasn't about to allow it to be a wizard, oh no.

"Hm, well I suppose I'll be around quite a bit for the next little while. Shall I keep an eye out and evaluate your candidates? If my opinion matters any to you of course."

Minerva lets out a relieved sigh.

"I was hoping you would actually, yes. Your opinion matters a great deal to me Harry, it always has. You're quite the wizard, but I'm sure you know that. I would have your evaluation and your recommendation by the end of your stay at Hogwarts. I will make my decision regarding my replacement then."

Letting a small smile spread across his face, Harry nods his head in agreement.

"Understood."

Inwardly, he's quite ecstatic. After all, this is quite the boon, isn't it? The chance to handpick the next Headmistress of Hogwarts… mm, more importantly, the chance to have the next Headmistress of Hogwarts under his complete and utter control…

He and the Headmistress say their goodbyes, but Harry is barely paying attention at this point, as he turns and walks from the massive office. As soon as he's no longer facing Minerva, he allows a wicked grin to stretch across his face, and once he's out of her office and walking down the stairs, he reaches out and slides his fingers through a familiar head of hair.

A whimper comes from the disillusioned Hermione as she crawls on all fours beside him. She'd done good in there, staying quiet and kneeling at his side completely naked while he spoke with the Headmistress. It was a testament to his hold over the witch that Hermione hadn't so much as twitched towards revealing her presence to Minerva.

The ultimate test, one that would have made Harry very angry indeed if Hermione had failed it. Honestly, he would have had to do all sorts of clean up. Now though, he had confirmation of sorts. His magic had allowed him to bypass Hogwarts' security spells. He'd walked Hermione right into the Headmistress' Office and not once had Minerva given the slightest inclination that she was alerted to the fact there were three where there only should have been two.

None of the paintings alerted her either, and Harry knew for a fact that some of them were charmed with magical eyesight, just for that purpose. He was strong, and he'd always known that… but now he felt unstoppable. Chuckling far more darkly than he had when he'd been with the Headmistress, Harry leaves the Gargoyle sitting at the foot of the Office behind, walking through the halls of Hogwarts once more.

"You did well Pet."

He speaks quietly, even as he continues along, Hermione at his side. She crawls after him, always maintaining her place on his left. After her attempted betrayal, Harry had not been nice. He'd punished the witch severely, and taught her a few lessons on just what it meant to go after him and all he'd built. Still, out of all the women he'd broken, Harry supposed it WOULD be Hermione with which it didn't quite take.

Regardless, she was vastly improved now, in behavior and demeanor. There's another quiet whimper from the invisible bitch as she crawls at his side, but other than that she doesn't make a peep. That's fine with him, after all, Hogwarts' walls have eyes and ears. At the very least, the paintings hung on said walls do.

"Well, well, well! Potter! Oi, Potter!"

Harry blinks as a female voice reaches his ears. Brow furrowed, the dark-haired wizard turns around and his hand leaves the top of Hermione's disillusioned head as he looks at the blonde witch approaching him. Daphne Greengrass, Slytherin's Ice Queen and a girl he never truly interacted with during his school days. Now she was the Potion's Professor at Hogwarts. It figured as much, regardless of what Snape might have done behind the scenes, He'd ruined generations of students from three out of the four hours when it came to potions.

Daphne, being a Slytherin, was one of the few who actually learned from the dour Professor. Still, he's not quite sure why she's coming to him now.

"Greengrass. That's Head Auror Potter to you."

The reprimand takes Daphne aback as she stops in front of him and blinks dumbly for a moment. Then a scowl spreads across her face and she crosses her arms over her small chest.

"Then that's Professor Greengrass to you!"

Harry grins at the blonde witch's attitude. Daphne Greengrass is nothing special. Much like her sister, Astoria, she's a slender witch, with a skinny ass and a small chest. Not exactly an hourglass figure. She was still beautiful in her own way though, and Harry had never turned down a woman for being THIN of all things.

Still, what Daphne lacked in conventional beauty, she more than made up for with ambition. Of course, she was also conniving and arrogant, and Harry's guard was lifted, even as he considered whether or not he wanted to fuck the blonde witch in front of him. After a moment of awkward silence in which he doesn't respond to her comeback with more than a lifted brow, Daphne falters and then breaks under his piercing stare. Stepping closer, the blonde witch looks left and right and then speaks quietly.

"You should really come speak with me in the Potion's Classroom, 'Head Auror Potter'. You'll be very interested in what I have to say."

Harry lifts his other brow to match the first, even as he speaks in a soft, silken tone.

"Is that so?"

Daphne's lips curl into a big, shit-eating grin and he can see something akin to triumph in the witch's eyes. She already thinks she's won, whatever this game she's trying to play is. She fully believes she's already defeated him.

"Indeed. But I won't force you or anything. It's your decision, whether you come along or not."

And then she spins on her heel and begins to walk away, arms still crossed over her chest and head held high. Harry watches the arrogant witch go for a second, and then shrugs his shoulders before following after her. It looks like he'll be starting his fun at Hogwarts with Daphne Greengrass. It'll be good to have the matching set of sisters under his belt, he supposes. Reaching out, Harry brushes his fingers across Hermione's invisible hair, smiling appreciatively at the fact that even now the witch is doing her damnedest to keep up with him.

Poor girl, she's about to get her knees and hands very dirty where they're going. A trip to the dungeons wasn't on Harry's itinerary for the day, but it would work as a punishment of sorts for the treacherous wench. He'd be kind and remove one of her whippings scheduled for later that night in recognition of her hardship. A soft chuckle escapes his lips at that, and Harry's fingers grip down harshly on Hermione's head as he all but drags the naked, disillusioned witch along with him.

To her credit, she doesn't make a sound besides the occasional quiet whimper. As they continue along, Harry's eyes focus on Daphne Greengrass' swaying hips. She might not be voluptuous or curvaceous like most of his witches, but her body is tight in a way that few women can say. And its obvious that Daphne knows how to use her type of beauty, given the way she's dressed and the pep in her step. Wondering briefly what it would be like to sink his teeth into that tight little ass of hers, Harry can't help the malicious grin that spreads across his face.

Oh, this is going to be fun…

-x-X-x-

Daphne Greengrass fully admits that she's ambitious. She wants to be Headmistress, that much is simply fact. At this point, not only does the blonde witch believe she's the best for the job, she also believes she's the one who deserves it most. She's busted her ass off these last couple decades in order to fix the mess Snape had made of Potions and Slytherin. She's done a damn good job too, but even now the prejudice against her and those who wore green and silver is real.

There's a bloody Gryffindor sitting in the Headmistress' Office right now, and that alone will ultimately disqualify her if she doesn't take matters into her own hands. Luckily, Daphne knows a little secret, and it gives her leverage over one of the most influential men in the Wizarding World. Or so she thinks. As she leads Harry Potter into the Potion's Classroom of their youth, there's a wicked, conniving smile on her face.

She knows its there, but Daphne doesn't bother trying to remove it. There are no portraits down here in the dark, damp dungeons. No, there's no one watching, no one listening. They're all alone now, and with the door to the classroom closing and locking magically behind them as they enter, Daphne has made sure no one will disturb them.

Now that she has the Man-Who-Won right where she wants him, Daphne walks around her desk and turns to face the wizard, a wicked grin spreading from ear to ear as she plants her hands on the wooden surface before her and leans forward.

"Well then, 'Head Auror Potter'. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me."

Her tone drips with contempt and arrogance. But then, how can she not feel these two things? She's already won, and the things Harry has done… honestly, so much for Gryffindor's Golden Boy.

"What do you want Daphne? Let's get to the heart of the matter, shall we?"

Stepping forward, Harry moves along with his arms out, one ghosting along through the air and the other tip-toeing across the desks as he passes between them. Daphne stiffens at his blunt question, but her grin doesn't diminish.

"What do I want? Fine then, straight to the point. I want to be the next Headmistress of Hogwarts, Potter. McGonagall is retiring by the end of this school year, and I know that I should be the one to replace her. You're going to help me convince the old bat that it should be me in the seat, once she's gone."

Harry's eyebrows go up again, and Daphne's pride is a little rankled. When he does that, he looks at her like he would a child, judging her in silence with those damnable eyes of his.

"Am I? You sound quite sure of that."

That's because she is. That's because she knows something he doesn't know she knows!

"I'm very sure Potter. You're going to help me, or else I'll reveal your affair with my younger sister to the entire world!"

Finally, a bit of surprise in Harry's face. For all of a split second, Daphne can see the dark wizard's shock, before it's wiped away and he's once again looking at her as he did before, as if she's beneath him. But Daphne knows she has him on the ropes now. Her grin grows all the wider as she leans further over her desk.

"That's right. I know all about your tryst with my darling sister. I'm not blind Potter. I know how these things work, and Astoria has always been a terrible Slytherin. She can't tell a lie to save her life. Oh sure, she didn't outright say it, but then she didn't have to, did she? No, no she did not! So, there it is Potter. You're going to recommend me for Headmistress or the story of your infidelity will be all over the front page of the Prophet by tomorrow morning!"

She's on a roll now, and with her shit-eating grin still spread across her face, Daphne doesn't stop. No, instead she ramps things up a bit as she comes out from behind her desk, her confidence at an all time high. Prowling forward, the slender witch reaches Harry and invades his personal space.

"What would everyone think of you then, knowing the Head Auror had fucked a Death Eater's wife? What would YOUR wife think? What would your KIDS think?!"

By the time she's done, Daphne is breathing heavily, her eyes wide and wild. And yet… and yet Harry is still just looking at her, calm, cool, and collected. It pisses her off, a little more than the blonde witch would care to admit.

"Well?! Say something!"

She follows up those words with a slap across his face. Or at least, she tries to. Daphne's eyes bulge out of her skull as Harry catches her wrist with one hand, before grabbing her other with his opposite. A moment later, he's spun her around and is holding her in an arm lock as he pushes her up against a nearby desk. A grunt and a gasp of outrage leaves Daphne's lips as she struggles against him, but her wand is trapped in the holster up her sleeve, unable to get past his ironclad grip.

Without magic, she's powerless to resist Harry's strength.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

A burst of hot air suddenly ghosts across Daphne's ear, and it causes her to tense up as Harry speaks to her directly.

"You seem to be under several misconceptions Professor Greengrass. About my relationship with your sister, about your power over me, about… well, everything if I'm being honest. You truly are a foolish, prideful girl, aren't you Daphne?"

"Y-You bastard… how dare you, I'll expose you! Don't think I won't!"

Harry just chuckles and a moment later Daphne's wand is in his hand, her wrists and ankles are bound, and there's a bit in her mouth, actual horse tack stretching her jaw. She screams around the tack and struggles, but to no avail as her arms are lifted up behind her, suspended quite suddenly from a hook attached to a chain that reaches all the way to the ceiling.

She's been trussed up in mere moments in the middle of her own classroom, and even as Harry grabs her by her hair and pulls her around, Daphne is more outraged, more furious than she is fearful. He chuckles at the look in her eye, and gives her a lopsided grin.

"Allow me to educate you."

Without releasing her, Harry's other hand comes up and he waves it at what Daphne had believed to be an empty bit of air. Instead, another woman, a very familiar woman, shimmers into view. The Potion's Professor stares with wide, shocked eyes as Hermione Granger averts her gaze. The other witch is on her hands and knees, and completely and utterly nude. On top of that, there's a large pink ball gag in her mouth, blocking any true voice from escaping.

Daphne stares and then she stares some more. What… what is this? What is Granger doing here, naked in her own classroom?! The brunette witch looks ashamed and humiliated, but more than that, she looks like she's taken a beating or two. Her body is covered in welts and her ass is red. This is a woman that has seen some punishment.

"Exhibit A, my dear. Thank you, Hermione, for being a delicious example of how I react when someone tries to betray me. Tell me Daphne, if Hermione isn't safe from my wrath, what makes you think you are?"

The blonde witch starts at that. What… what had Hermione done to deserve this? And now Harry was going to do the same?! No! That was not going to happen! Daphne had come too far to be… to be raped by the fucking Boy-Who-Lived! Growling and snarling around her bit, the blonde witch struggles to get free, but with her arms forced behind her head and suspended from the ceiling, and her ankles held apart and also bound together by an ankle-bar, she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

She was helpless, defenseless. It rankled Daphne's pride something fierce, but she wasn't about to give in. She wasn't some submissive little girl who just gave up. Potter might do as he pleased now, but she was going to RUIN him for this.

"Let's call up Exhibit B, shall we?"

With Hermione still just kneeling there naked on the floor and Daphne stuck in the center of her classroom, suspended and on display for any and all to see, Harry walks over to the blonde witch's office and disappears inside. Daphne glares at the door he's walked through, and distantly she can hear the sound of a floo and his voice, though she can't quite make out what he's saying. A few moments later, the dark-haired wizard walks back out of her office with another familiar witch in tow.

Daphne's eyes widen at the sight of her grinning sister as Astoria looks her up and down. Planting a hand on her hip, the younger blonde's grin only grows wider.

"Oh man Daph, you've really stepped in it this time, haven't you? Fucking with Master… that was one mistake you're definitely going to regret."

You're a little overdressed my pet, don't you think?"

Harry's words cut past Astoria's and the witch stiffens and then smiles towards the wizard.

"Of course, Master!"

Just like that, she takes out her wand and casts on herself. Daphne watches with wide eyes as her little sister transforms her clothes into the skimpiest, sluttiest version of the Hogwarts School Uniform that she's ever seen. And given her position, Daphne has seen some slutty school uniforms in her day. Astoria does a little twirl for Harry once she's done, and Daphne gets an unexpected eyeful of her sister's naked cunt and tight ass as the other woman's too-short skirt flicks up to reveal the goods.

Harry chuckles and reaches out to lay a smack on Astoria's ass, slapping his palm down and then gripping her small butt tightly with his long fingers. After a moment, he releases her and turns to Daphne.

"Do you see now, where you erred? Astoria and I aren't having an affair, anymore than Hermione and I are. These two… they're just sluts. Little cunts who needed to be shown their place. So, I showed it to them. And it seems I need to do the same with you now, don't I?"

There was a bit of fear worming its way into the blonde witch's heart, up until he'd voiced his designs for her. Then, the outrage and the righteous fury is back as Daphne snarls around the bit in her mouth, struggling once more. Harry lets her tire herself out again before he steps forward, grin on his face.

"You have a choice Daphne. Two paths lie before you. Pick one."

His hands spread apart, one towards a flustered, grinning, happy Astoria, and one towards the beaten and humiliated Hermione. The choice he's giving her is obvious. Submit or be punished. Daphne's eyes flicker between her little sister and the brunette witch, and then the bit is gone from her mouth as she's allowed to speak for a moment.

There's a second, where the blonde considers screaming… but nobody will hear her, not down here. That's why she chose this place for their talk after all. Still, it's obvious Harry is expecting a response from her, right here and right now. He wants her to make a choice. Looking one last time between the two 'options', Daphne snarls at the dark-haired wizard.

"Fuck YOU!"

Harry just laughs, while Astoria giggles. A moment later, the bit is forming back in her mouth, despite her best efforts to keep her jaw shut. It's almost like it grows from nothing into a full-blown horse tack, stretching her mouth wide as she bites down hard on it with her teeth. Left more infuriated by her helplessness than truly scared, Daphne rages and screams around the effective gag, struggling mightily against her bindings, even as Harry approaches her.

Astoria moves over to Hermione and the brunette witch begins to lick at the blonde's cunt as soon as she forces her face to her pussy lips. Daphne looks away from this, only to find herself staring into Harry's eyes as he reaches out and grabs at the front of her robes. He pulls and her clothing tears, robes, and blouse and bra all coming off at once in a startling display of physical strength as he exposes the top half of her body, just like that.

Daphne snarls through the bit in outrage, but she can do nothing to stop him from grabbing onto her small breasts, groping and kneading the tiny amount of boob-flesh she has. There'd been a time when the blonde witch had been angry over her relatively flat chest, watching most of the other girls in her year grow bountiful breasts that had every male head in Slytherin turning.

It was where her nickname, 'Ice Queen' had originally come from. She'd become icy cold in response to her slim form, and while she'd still been striking and beautiful, she'd never attracted the same reaction from the young wizards that the others had. But that was just fine, because Daphne had grown up and ultimately learned how to use her own type of beauty to get everything she wanted. A slender woman was not as disadvantaged as she'd originally thought.

That didn't mean she enjoyed having Harry Potter's hands eclipsing her tiny breasts, practically mauling them right then and there.

"You're a cute one, aren't you? Not like my usual. I'm going to have fun breaking you in."

Daphne growls and tries to say Never around the tack, but it comes out incomprehensible in the end and Harry just laughs at her. His hands continue to play with her tits for a few moments more, and then he slides around behind her. His fingers slide with him, ghosting along her sides and to her back, where he grabs onto her form fitting skirt. A moment later, he's tearing that off of her as well, and her panties don't survive for long either.

There's no hesitation, no amount of foreplay. Harry knows what he wants, and he's going to take it from her. Daphne snarls and does her best to move out of his reach, shuffling and shifting this way and that. She's not going to make this easy for him, no fucking way. She's not going to- fuck! The bastard grabs her skinny hips and drags her back, and Daphne grunts through the bit as she feels a pulsating, bulbous cockhead press against her ass.

"If you keep struggling, it's going in your ass first bitch."

There's no humor in Harry's words this time, and the blonde instinctively knows it's not an idle threat. But who would she be if she gave into him now? Growling in response, Daphne does her best to continue pulling away from him. Unfortunately, the next thing she knows, chains are binding her ankle-bar to the ground and she's no longer able to shuffle forward as the tip of Harry's wand presses against her tight little behind, and Daphne gasps around her gag as she feels a cool sensation travel through her bowels.

He's just cleaned her out, AND lubed her up. The bastard is preparing her… damn it all! Proving her thoughts right, Harry's wand is put away and his hands are on her hips in short order. Than, his cock is slipping between her butt cheeks, pressing against her lubed sphincter, and sliding through into her ass. Daphne cries out around the horse tack filling her mouth. Even if he's applied a bit of slickness, it doesn't erase the pain.

All Harry's done is make the passage easier for HIMSELF. For Daphne, it's excruciating agony as the wizard thrusts his mammoth-sized member up into her back door with a grunt.

"You asked for this bitch. Just remember that."

Involuntary tears stream down Daphne's face as he begins to brutally fuck her ass. But she's far from broken, even with his cock up her rectum. No, the blonde isn't going to give up, she won't ever give up. Her pride, her arrogance, it won't allow her to see this as anything other than what it is. Rape. Harry James Potter is raping her, and she's not going to let him get away with it. Not today, not ever!

Unfortunately, that doesn't change the fact that her body eventually begins to respond to his thrusting. The pain inevitably fades away and is soon replaced by a strange filling sensation that eventually morphs into unwanted, reluctant pleasure. Growling, Daphne shakes her head back and forth, trying to deny what she's feeling. In response, Harry reaches out and grabs a fist full of her blonde hair, pulling and forcing her back to arch.

Daphne grinds her teeth down on the horse tack lodged between them, even as Harry rails into her ass harder and harder and harder. An orgasm soon ripples through the blonde, her pussy juices squirting shamefully onto the floor in front of her. But it changes nothing, not in Daphne's eyes. The witch isn't going to break so easily. Just because he can force a little pleasure on her does NOT mean he's going to get off scott-free.

Growling and snarling, Daphne tries to buck Harry off of her. It doesn't really work, but he does laugh at her continued attempts to struggle.

"God, you're a little spitfire, aren't you? This is going to be more fun than I initially thought."

He pounds her ass for a good several minutes more, and forces one more orgasm from her before finally cumming. As his seed fills her bowels, Daphne shudders in a mixture of unwanted pleasure and unbridled anger. She's going to make him pay for this. She's going to make him pay for ALL of this. His cock slips out of her cream-filled asshole, and then he's reaching around and then down between her legs, his fingers brushing across her untamed muff.

"Oh my. You're a bit hairy down there, aren't you? What, no special someone to take care of yourself for?"

Daphne's eyes go wide in outrage, even as Harry slips two fingers inside of her, right then and there. He begins to saw his digits in and out of her cunt, even as she growls and squirms and struggles in his grip. It's all hopeless of course, but that doesn't mean the blonde is going to stop. So fucking what if she didn't shave her cunt? It was a pain in the ass to keep the area bald, and she really wasn't looking to impress anyone when it truly came down to it.

No, when Daphne Greengrass wanted a man, she went out, found an acceptable wizard, and seduced them. The Ice Queen was always in charge, always in control. She very rarely went back for seconds, and more than a few men had been left despondent after she'd finished with them. But now here Harry was, using and abusing her to his heart's content. Snarling, the blonde struggles again, trying to toss her head back into his face, hoping to break his nose. Unfortunately, he's still got ahold of her hair, and she doesn't get far before he's pushing her back with a laugh.

His fingers inside of her cunt spread apart as he slides them in and out, twisting and turning them. Finally though, he pulls them out of her. Bringing them up to her face, he smears her own juices across her cheeks and her forehead. Daphne does her best to pull away, but she can't get anywhere, not with his grip on her hair.

At the same time, the tip of his massive member presses against her shamefully wet pussy lips, and Daphne snarls through the bit in her mouth as he pushes into her. Inch by inch, his cock disappears inside of her cunt, stretching her nice and wide. He's thick and long, and Daphne feels every last part of him as he penetrates her, all the way up to her cervix. He presses against the entrance of her womb for a long moment, and then he pulls back and thrusts in.

From there, Harry sets up a rhythm, and Daphne fights as hard as she can against the pleasure raging through her. Her treacherous feminine body might be enjoying this, but the blonde is not. Whipping her head back and forth, Daphne snarls, even as her cunt takes in Harry's cock time and time again. Every last stroke smacks against her cervix, every last stroke hits every single bit of her cunt. Her pussy walls tighten around his cock and another reluctant orgasm tears its way out of her as an involuntary moan rips its way free of her throat. Luckily, it's mostly muffled by her gag, though judging by the way Potter speeds up his thrusting, he heard it all the same.

He fucks her, and he fucks her, and he fucks her some more, and all Daphne can do is fight against him with every fiber of her fatiguing form. He forces orgasm after orgasm from the slender blonde, but Daphne never actually breaks. She never surrenders to the reluctant pleasure, nor does she give in to the forced arousal. She fights him, each and every step of the way, right up until the point where he cums once more, this time filling her womb with his seed.

It's simply another indignity atop a pile of them in Daphne's eyes. She's not going to let Harry get away with this. Making a mental note to scrub her cunt clean of his cum the moment she has her wand again, Daphne simmers and stews in her hatred and her bruised, yet unbroken pride as the dark-haired wizard slips his cock out of her cunt and walks around her, looking into her eyes. She makes sure to look back with every bit of raw fury she has built up inside of her, but if Harry is perturbed, he doesn't show it.

"You still haven't broken… oh, this is just a treat. Christmas has come early, and it's all thanks to you Greengrass. I'm going to enjoy this far, FAR more than I should."

Daphne snarls, unable to say what she really wants. But to her surprise, her snarl prompts him to remove her gag once again, allowing her to work her sore jaw and speak her mind.

"Fuck you, you bastard. This won't stand, do you hear me? Someone will eventually come. Someone will wonder where I am. Do you think you can just lock me away until you've broken me? Don't think it'll be that easy!"

Harry laughs at that and grabs a fist full of her hair, tilting her head back so he can look down into her eyes.

"You silly girl. Our time here is almost at an end, but the fun is just getting started. I'm going to fuck your face now, and you're going to let me. Do you know why?"

Daphne growls and makes biting motions with her teeth. It makes her look a bit like a wild animal, sure, but at this point that's exactly what Daphne feels like. A feral beast, ready to be free of this leash so she can savage the man in front of her, with her bare hands if need be. Harry just chuckles again in response to her action. Then, he glances up.

"Astoria, get over here and eat out your sister's asshole for me, will you? Hermione, you've been a good enough girl lately, you can take the cunt."

Daphne's anger is put on the backburner for a moment as her eyes go wide. What? What the fuck, surely he doesn't think her little sister would actua-holy shit there's a tongue in her ass. The unexpected presence of a writhing, slimy muscle moving around in her cream-stuffed butthole, followed in short order by a similar experience in her cum-filled cunt, sends Daphne right over the edge into yet another forced orgasm as she grits her teeth together and struggles to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head.

They're… they're actually doing it. She might have expected this from Hermione, given the way the brunette has debased herself so far, but her own sister? Astoria was literally eating out her ASS! Did the girl have no shame? And to her burgeoning horror, Daphne realizes that's exactly what Harry's showing her. The blonde is nothing if not intelligent, and as Harry looks down at her with a smug grin on his face, she suddenly comprehends what he's playing at.

"That's right. Astoria, Hermione… they both belong to me. When I say jump, they jump. They don't even ask how high. But the more important of the two is Astoria, isn't it? Mm, Astoria Malfoy now, but everyone remembers that she had the Greengrass name before that. Your darling little sister… she'll do anything I tell her to; do you understand that? She'll humiliate and degrade herself however I like. If I wanted her to shame herself, her husband, and your family in front of the entire Wizarding World, she would do it in a heartbeat."

Harry pauses and Daphne wishes she could offer a rebuttal, but each time he's mentioned her sister, Astoria has redoubled her efforts on Daphne's ass, making it clear that he's turning her on, AND that the dark-haired wizard is telling the truth.

"You want to try and expose me to the Daily Prophet? Bitch, I own the Daily Prophet. It won't be my face on the front page tomorrow if you don't obey me. It'll be your sister's slutty, cum-covered face as she's found in Knockturn Alley after she's blown twenty men. Do you understand me?"

For the first time, the blonde witch feels defeat. But she's not entirely broken.

"You bastard…"

Her tone is still much quieter than before, and it's clear she understands the position she's now in. That isn't good enough for Harry though, as he tugs harder on her hair.

"I said, do you understand me?"

Grunting and wincing in pain, Daphne finally gives in, at least partially.

"Yes! Fuck, yes I understand you."

"Then get to it, whore."

His cock is in front of her, and then its pressing against her lips and slowly but surely the blonde witch opens her sore jaw and takes him into her mouth. She could bite down… but the consequences for doing so have been made clear to her. Beyond the immediate retribution, Daphne now knows that her chances of becoming Headmistress will be absolutely nil if she defies Harry. A scandal with Astoria at the heart of it, rather than the Man-Who-Won himself… it'd ruin her family's reputation, and damage her own almost beyond repair.

McGonagall would undoubtedly choose someone else to replace her, and Daphne would be shit out of luck. That didn't mean she had to like it though. His cum and her sexual fluids coat Harry's cock, and as he slides in and out of her willing mouth, they splatter across her face, leaving her messier and messier, even as his shaft gets cleaner and cleaner.

Daphne stares up into Harry's eyes with a hate-filled gaze, even as her destroyed holes are plundered by Hermione and Astoria's questing tongues. The brunette witch is pulling intermittently at her bush, almost as if the broken creature Hermione's become is fascinated by the concept of female pubes. Meanwhile, Astoria just can't seem to get enough of Daphne's ass. With her tongue buried in her sphincter and her nose sliding up and down her ass crack, the younger blonde smacks Daphne's butt cheeks, one after the other, over and over again.

But it's Harry that she ultimately focuses on, even as he pushes deeper and deeper into her throat. After all, he's not done ordering her around.

"That's a good slut. Lick it you cunt, put some effort into it. There you go. Now, I'm thinking we're going to have a little get together, a few days from now. I want you to start speaking to some of your old friends. You know the ones I mean, the ones that don't look like trolls. Get the gang back together, yeah? I don't care how you do it, but I want them here on Friday night for an educational bit of show and tell. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

Daphne's eyes widen with fury, and her nostrils flare in outrage. What is he thinking? What is he planning? Is he planning to expose her to her 'friends'?Pah, Daphne didn't have friends, she had acquaintances at best. Still, she knew exactly who he meant, she was far from stupid. That didn't make it any better though. 'Show and Tell'… Daphne tries to tell Harry no, that she won't do it, but with his cock lodged in her mouth, her words come out as gibberish.

He seems able to divine their meaning anyways though, as he laughs at her.

"Oh, you definitely will. It's either them or the whole world, Greengrass. Don't worry, they won't talk about what they see. I'm very good at teaching witches their place."

He pauses and then gives her a sardonic grin.

"You're an outlier, you stubborn little wench. Let's see if we can shatter that pride of yours, hm?"

A moment later he's fucking her face, plowing her throat and forcing his entire cock down her esophagus. Daphne chokes and gags on his dick, involuntary tears falling from her eyes and drool and slobber dripping down her chin onto her naked chest.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Harry's cock pistons in and out of her throat at high speeds, and it's all Daphne can do to even take him into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide and her jaw stretched wider, the blonde witch's face grows more and more ruined as her tears track through her makeup, defiling what hadn't already been defiled by the splattering of their combined sexual fluids.

Even still, even through all of it, Daphne manages to keep her eyes focused on Harry's face. He looks down at her with a shit-eating grin, even as she glares at him with that same hate-filled gaze as before. This isn't over. He might have her by the metaphorical balls for now, but Daphne Greengrass does NOT give up easily.

She'll do as he says, to keep her reputation and her chance at the Headmistress seat intact, but when all is said and done, there WILL be a reckoning. The blonde isn't going to let Harry get away with all of this. She's going to have her revenge, one way or another.

Even as Daphne plots against him, his cock thrusting in and out of her throat and choking her something fierce, Harry looks down at the slut's enraged eyes and grins all the wider. This is the most fun he's had in a while. Daphne might not be his usual type, but Harry is glad he's differed. He has quite some time to break her in, and it looks like Daphne Greengrass is going to make him use every bit of it.

That's fine though, because Harry knows he's going to enjoy himself. His earlier words still ring true in his mind. He's going to enjoy this far more than he should.

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