Daphne Greengrass Pt. 1

Daphne Greengrass has a thing for Harry Potter. It started out fairly mild and childish in nature, but then to be fair, they WERE children. She and Hermione were at each other's throats over grades and their places in the first and second slots in each and every class. It was a constant battle, keeping the muggleborn witch at bay, and it was one Daphne tended to lose more often than not.

The witch hated being second best, just about as much as Hermione did. Where Hermione was undeniably slightly better than her… at everything, Daphne knew how to play dirty. Flirting and teasing Harry Potter had turned out to be Hermione Granger's big Achilles' heel. It certainly wasn't the Weasley boy, or at least Daphne hoped not. She wasn't so desperate that she'd even bother to check. Harry was different, because he was also the Boy-Who-Lived.

And then of course the summer had come and gone and the new year had arrived and suddenly, Harry was far, far more than a boy. He'd shot up and he'd shot across and the wizard that Daphne now saw every day in the halls was bigger and taller than almost every other boy in school. There were of course the eminently undesirable ones like Crabbe and Goyle, but she wasn't about to have anything to do with those idiotic dunderheads.

No, it was Harry that filled her dreams at night. And oh boy had Daphne had some pretty heavy dreams about him. Still, you could probably say that about most of the witches at Hogwarts now, given just how muscular and handsome the young man had become. However, Daphne suspected her dreams were very different when compared to the dreams of most other witches. Where Harry was usually fairly mild-mannered and nice in public, Daphne's dream-version of the broad-shouldered, well-built wizard was one that was domineering and aggressive.

In her dreams, Harry dominates her, ravishing her senseless and claiming her for his own in front of everyone, a sea of faceless Hogwarts students watching on as she ends up railed from behind or fucked standing up or anyone one of a dozen positions she wishes he'd fuck her in. In truth, Daphne blames Harry more than anything else for these fantasies.

Despite his public attitude, she catches a glint in his eye at times, when she ends up taking the flirting a bit too far. Every once in a while, Daphne sees a flash of something in his eyes. It's like there's a power barely kept in check behind his gaze, and she catches him flexing those long fingers attached to those big hands of his as well, when she's pushed him to the limits. It's almost as if only sheer willpower leaves Daphne Standing where she is, rather than thrown over a desk or up against the wall at his leisure, generous backside jutting out towards him and large tits smashed against the surface.

Damn it, even now she was getting a little hot and bothered. Doing her best to resist squirming and rubbing her thighs together, Daphne looks around for something to distract her from her fantasies. When she sees Hermione coming down the hall she's walking through from the opposite direction, the dark-haired Slytherin's mouth curls into a wicked grin.

"Granger! The scores for that latest Potions Exam are in! I wonder, whatever did you manage to get this time?"

She watches, joyfully even, as Hermione stiffens and glares at her with such hate. Oh yes, this is perfect.

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Hermione Granger does not like Daphne Greengrass, no way, no how. There's just nothing about the other girl TOO like. Sure, she has a gorgeous body, but her personality is rotten to the core as far as Hermione is concerned, and if anyone she's close to tries to suggest that they're more alike than she thinks, Hermione is more than happy to cast a dozen or so stinging hexes at them!

As such, Lavender knows better than to say a word from her mistress' side as the two witches stomp towards each other. Instead, the big-tittied blonde sticks around to the side, ready to intervene of things get too out of hand, but otherwise doing her best to stay out of it. Daphne has just brought up a rather sore point for Hermione, one that Lavender had heart all about the night before as the brunette witch had complained until Harry had shut her up with his cock.

The last Potions Exam… Hermione had missed a point. A single point, not enough to mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Except for one simple fact of course, where Hermione had missed that point, Daphne had not. She'd gotten a perfect score. To be fair, Hermione had done the same to Daphne more than once. It really wasn't a big deal, which was why Harry had eventually grown tired of hearing Hermione complain. Lavender had certainly enjoyed him face-fucking his lover and then playing with her as well after the fact.

But now, Harry wasn't around to distract the two and Daphne and Hermione were in each other's faces, arguing back and forth as they had many times before. The atmosphere was heavy and the hallway had cleared out as the tension grew thick enough to cut with a knife. Watchers had ended up retreating with damp panties or tight trousers as the pair of beautiful witches went at it again. Lavender bites her lower lip hard as the two get close enough to press tits together, their eyes flashing as they go from intellectual barbs to downright perverse insults.

Daphne escalates things when she reaches up and squeezes one of Hermione's breasts.

"At least I don't have doxy-bite bumps for tits!"

Hermione gasps in outrage and immediately reaches around to slap Daphne across her big fat behind.

"And at least I don't have a washboard-flat arse you harlot!"

Now it's Daphne's turn to gasp, and honestly Lavender feels a little ridiculous standing here as her eyes roll. Both women are beautiful, and neither woman has doxy-bite bumps for tits or a washboard-flat arse. Honestly, they really are two of the most gorgeous girls at Hogwarts. Lavender is removed enough from the situation to see that, even if Hermione isn't.

They look to be about to reach for their wands, and both have their teeth bared as they growl at one another. Lavender's own wand is in hand and if she sees either trying to cast at the other, she's casting Expelliarmus on the both of them, consequences be damned. Hermione won't thank her for it, but it's better than whatever might come of a duel between two of the brightest students in Hogwarts.

But before she has to do anything, Hermione takes things somewhere Lavender was NOT expecting.

"Whatever you are, you'll never be as great a fuck to Harry as I am!"

"I'd be a FAR superior lover for Harry any day of the week you ignorant slut!"

The scene freezes for a moment and Lavender blushes as she glances left and right, honestly grateful that the hallway has been cleared for a while now. At the same time, both Daphne and Hermione freeze in surprise as they finally realize just what sort of direction their usual argument has taken. Finally, Hermione comes out of her stupor and sneers at Daphne, looking down her nose at the pureblood woman.

"You wouldn't know the first thing about pleasing a man like Harry you… you sheltered trollop! You strut around like your Circe's gift to wizard kind, but when it comes down to it, we both know who the better lover is!"

Daphne's eyes are wide with outrage and her nostrils flare. She crosses her arms under her sizable chest and growls deep in her throat.

"No, we don't! Only Harry can decide that Granger! You might be able to get him off, but I can promise you that if it was me riding his cock, he'd drop you in a hot second!"

"Hah, you don't know Harry at all! You think you could ever satiate him alone?!"

Daphne sneers and pushes forward, taking a step and grinding her tits even harder against Hermione's. Their noses are barely a millimeter apart, though not quite touching as Lavender looks on with some mild concern.

"I know I could, Granger."

"Then we'll have a contest! Tomorrow night, come to the Gryffindor Common Room and knock four times! I'll let you in and we'll see just who the best truly is!"

"Fine!"

Without even realizing exactly what she's agreed to, Daphne spins around and stalks off in the opposite direction. Lavender watches on even as Hermione glares daggers at her rival as she leaves… but the blonde witch notices how Hermione's eyes stay fixed on Daphne's swaying hips and generous rump as the Slytherin departs.

"Hermione…"

The brunette's eyes slowly widen in realization and the glare wipes off her face as she looks towards Lavender.

"… Shit, what did I just do?"

Despite her place on the totem pole, Lavender can't help a bit of teasing, grinning slightly as she gives a half shrug and sidles up to her mistress in the empty hallway.

"I think you just gave Daphne Greengrass permission to fuck Harry… Mistress."

Hermione's face is pale and she whimpers, even as Lavender leans in and nuzzles her neck.

-x-X-x-

After she'd gotten back to her dorm room, Daphne had had her own mild panic attack over what she'd just agreed to. And then she'd calmed down, smiled at the thought of not only getting a ride on whatever Harry was packing but also getting one up on Granger in the process, and she'd gone to bed. Now, the next day, the day of the 'contest', Daphne was doing a little observation, scouting the battlefield and trying to figure out just what she was in for.

The dark-haired witch had already known that Harry was dating Hermione. Her academic rival and the well-built young wizard had been fairly affectionate in public ever since summer had come to an end and the school year had begun anew. Now though, now she sees something more than what she'd thought had been there before.

While the duo SEEMS to be within the bounds of propriety at most times in public, in reality their relationship is nothing so cut and dry as they'd have everyone else believe… as they'd have had her believe, if she wasn't observant enough to notice the small things. There's often groping between the two, and while Hermione is quick with the spell work necessary to keep everyone from seeing the Prefect's nipples poking out through her blouse, there's still the fact that it's happening.

And Hermione gives as good as she gets from the broad-shouldered wizard, her hand is in his lap more often than not. But the most interesting thing Daphne notices is where Hermione's other hand will sometimes go as she caresses Harry's bulge in public settings. Lavender Brown will sit next to Hermione at times, a small oddity given that she and Hermione haven't been friends all these years together at Hogwarts, at least not until now.

And when Lavender is on one side and Harry is on the other, Hermione is quite brazenly groping both of them, and Lavender in turn is quick to retaliate in a way that forces the brunette witch to stifle her moans. As Daphne observes the three throughout the day, she realizes one simple fact. Hermione and Harry have an open relationship, or at the very least, they're open to the idea of one.

Maybe the witches have him on alternate days. Hell, maybe Granger can't keep up. Maybe Harry just has a thing for submissive girls. Daphne's mind completely ignores the other possibility, despite it being one of her biggest fantasies. She just can't reconcile the mild-mannered Potter, even if he does seem to enjoy groping the two girls, with the one from her dreams. As such, the thought that Harry might bed both of them at the same time, that he exhausts the pair and conquers them each and every night… well it just doesn't come into play.

By the time dinner comes to a close, Daphne feels ready. She's confident that she can win this little 'sex-off' that Hermione had arranged, in the heat of the moment. She makes sure her exist coincides with Granger's as the two leave dinner, and she very purposefully bumps into the brunette witch on the way out through the wide-open entrance to the Great Hall.

"Are we still doing this Granger?"

Hermione flushes scarlet with embarrassment and anger, and her hands curl into white-knuckled fists as she snarls.

"Only if you're not chicken Greengrass!"

Grinning, Daphne shrugs her shoulders, flips her hair, and begins to walk off.

"See you later then~"

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