Chapter 34: The Bet of Submission

Harry was in the Room of Requirements, tapping his foot impatiently, dissatisfied with Daphne's delay. A dark expression was on his face at her disrespect, but also a bit of worry. He had assumed that his hold over her was too strong for her to risk such a delay, making him wonder whether his own assessment was inaccurate.

Just as he was considering the possibility of rebellion, the door opened, and Daphne walked in. However, she wasn't the only one that walked in. "Daphne, stop!" Tracey called, her hands around Daphne's arm, not exactly trying to force Daphne back physically, but slowing her down nonetheless. Seeing the source of her delay, Harry relaxed, his mind shifting to some of the delicious ways he might use the situation to punish both Tracey and Daphne at the same time.

"I'm sorry that I'm late! But I was delayed!" Daphne exclaimed panickedly as the door closed behind them, ignoring Tracey's incessant begging, who looked extremely dissatisfied with the situation.

Harry just smirked darkly in response. Daphne shuddered under the assault of fear and arousal at the same time. But before he could say anything, Tracey interjected. "You bastard," she growled even as she dashed closer to him, her finger up threateningly. "I don't know what you've done to my friend, but it's going to stop, or I'm going to make you pay!"

"Really," Harry said even as he waved his empty hand and a chair appeared, using the Room's abilities to make them think he had used wandless magic for conjuration. A nice trick of intimidation, making Daphne shiver once more, and Tracey to look at him in shock. "So, I'm supposed to drop her just because a little Slytherin girl asked me to," he drawled. "How intimidating."

"Look here, you jerk! I don't want you bothering Daphne anymore," Tracey continued, her finger digging to his chest, unable to hide the tremble in her voice. Daphne was about to dash forward to pull her back, only to be stopped by a shake of his head. He wanted to see just how far Tracey was willing to push for the sake of her roommate.

"Really, and what if I don't," Harry answered in an amused droll. Tracey opened her mouth to continue, but her mind failed. After all, she was very much aware that she had no options. Brute force was not even on the table. As a half-blood, she lacked the ability to rally other Slytherin students against him, and the rest of the school wouldn't take her side against him. And if she tried to go to the teachers, it had the risk of escalating and destroying Daphne's reputation as well. "But I'm a nice guy, so I'm going to give you a chance."

"A chance…" Tracey repeated worriedly, realizing the bait accurately, desperate enough to bite, and confident enough to think that she could resist the hook.

"Yes, one little, insignificant bet. If you win, I leave Daphne alone, and if you lose…" Harry murmured, letting his gaze dance over her body, leaving no doubt about the cost of failure.

"How dare you!" Tracey shouted, shocked at his daring. She turned to her friend. "Daphne. You can't be okay with such a bastard. He's hitting on me in front of you." But, despite her hopes, Daphne just continued to sit, the blush on her face the only change. Helpless, Tracey turned to him once more. "And what's the bet?"

"A simple one, we'll have a small game, and the one that cums first loses," he explained in a matter of fact tone. Her outrage was beautiful. "However, since you're inexperienced, it wouldn't be fair to have that in equal conditions. So, I'm not going to leave my seat, and stay passive." That managed to replace her outrage with consideration, but not enough to make her accept. Harry decided to push for more. "And to make things even more interesting, I'm going to allow you cuff my hands behind my back."

"Ridiculous," Tracey answered.

"Well, honey, ridiculous or not, those are my conditions. If you are afraid to take the bet even under these conditions, it's not my problem. You can leave." Ignoring her shock, he turned to Daphne and uttered one word. "Strip!"

Daphne didn't delay for a second before her hands jumped to the buttons of her robe, several of them opened in less than a second. "Wait! Stop!" Tracey shouted, but Harry gestured her to continue, and the front of Daphne's robe parted, revealing her completely naked body underneath. "Daphne!" Tracey shouted in shock before turning back to Harry. "I accept! Make her stop."

"Excellent," he said as he gestured Daphne to stop and sit back. Daphne did exactly that, but her robe was still open, creating a tantalizing sight. Tracey sent a disapproving gaze at her before turning back at Harry, but she proved her intelligence by realizing it wasn't something she would be able to win.

"Okay, but I want a magical promise on the results. I don't trust you to hold your side of the bargain," she said, and Harry waved his wand exaggeratedly as he committed to a magical contract, but when Tracey raised her wand, he gestured her to stop. "Aren't you afraid that I'm going to welch on the bet?" she asked.

"No," Harry answered simply and confidently, adorning his most intriguing smile. He took it as a small victory when Tracey blushed a bit. "Daphne, please do the honors," he said as he turned his back, his arms on his back as well. Daphne waved her wand and muttered a spell, and he felt the presence of the handcuffs around his wrists. "Good girl," he murmured, enjoying the way she shivered at the compliment, which moved her naked breasts in an appealing manner. She was shaping out to be the perfect submissive. He sat once more, his gaze on Tracey. "Now, honey, it's your turn."

The expression of shock and dismay on Tracey's face was enough to push his erection to full mast. Her regret for agreeing to the bet was obvious, but a fleeting glance she sent toward her roommate was enough to solidify her determination. "I'm going to make you pay, Potter," she murmured acidly as she pulled her wand, pointing toward him threateningly, but he just smirked smugly. He had nothing to fear, not when he could break into her mind quicker than she could cast a spell. She kept her wand pointed at him for a couple of seconds, trying to look intimidating, but it was a tough image to sell under the circumstances.

When she saw the ineffectiveness of her poor attempts of intimidation, she put her wand on the nearest table before reaching for the top button, but her fingers froze momentarily, the full realization of her commitment occurring to her. "Are you planning to start today," he warned, and only then, her fingers started to unlock her robe, a resentful expression on her face.

Unfortunately, unlike Daphne's amazing reveal, the removal of her robe didn't result in the amazing view of her naked body. She revealed her nightwear underneath, but it was a boring, opaque thing, barely more tantalizing than her robe. His note of disdain didn't go unnoticed by her, but the only option she had was to pull the robe off with a sharp movement, revealing her underwear instead, once again, plain and boring. She quickly got rid of her shoes and socks, but left her underwear in place, partially hiding her lithe body.

He chuckled. "Shut up," Tracey answered, humiliation clear on her face. After all, not only she was undressing to save a friend despite her own preferences, but also she was being mocked in the process. She walked closer to him, the way her arms continued to flinch betraying her lack of familiarity with the process, something that became very apparent when she fumbled with his belt for a while before managing to let out his shaft, a gasp escaping her mouth as her eyes danced up and down.

Harry was blindsided by her reaction before it clicked in his mind, and a chuckle escaped. "It's the first time you're seeing its glory, right?" he said. After all, when Tracey saw him naked, his shaft was conveniently hidden inside Daphne, and she was only able to infer its size, and inaccurately, it seemed.

"Shut up," Tracey murmured, but it did little against the blush that was determined to invade her face. She avoided his gaze as she crouched on the floor, her eyes stuck on his size. Harry could see that she was determined to keep her underwear in place, which would have been a strategic mistake if she had been playing a game with a chance of victory. Her hand reached to his shaft, but just as her fingers caressed his skin, she sent a glance to Daphne, who was still sitting with her robe open, her legs parted. displaying her full-frontal naked glory. "I hope you appreciate my sacrifice, Daph," Tracey murmured, unhappy with Daphne's serene expression.

She cast a lubricant spell on her hand before wrapping it around his shaft, her fingers barely able to touch around his girth. Then, her hand started moving in a surprisingly enjoyable rhythm, moving up and down at an evolving rhythm, the pressure perfectly calibrated, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He was rather surprised by her capabilities, because of all the vibes he got from her, experienced wasn't one of them. Curious, he took a peek into her mind, her fledgling occlumency abilities unable to keep him out even for a moment, and he quickly went through several memories where she earned herself some protection in Slytherin by giving handjobs to upperclassmen, though he was satisfied to see that her activities were limited to handjobs only. He was getting a taste to break arrogant Slytherins, and he would have hated to learn that his new toy was spoiled. Fortunately, luck was on his side…

"Not bad," he said in a nonchalant manner as she continued to deliver her treatment. Her eyes met with his, startled by his lack of expression, realizing the enormity of her situation for the first time. Her other hand joined the fray immediately, working the bottom half of his shaft, occasionally drifting down to his balls.

Harry had to admit, the treatment was exquisite, simply the best handjob he had ever experienced. Unfortunately for her, it was still just a handjob, and just hours ago, the assistance of his fellow Gryffindors went quite a way to take the edge off, not to mention compared to the fresh memory of their naked glory, what Tracey was currently offering faded in comparison.

It didn't take long for Tracey to realize that exact problem, but she still continued her approach. After all, she thought that, with his hands bound, he lacked an avenue of counter-attack. Harry was more than ready to break that particular piece of misconception. He quickly removed his shoes. Removing the socks gave him a bit of trouble, but after a couple of tricks with his toes, they were thrown away as well. Tracey looked at him questioningly, but chose to say nothing.

Her silence failed to sustain itself when one of his naked feet landed on her inner thigh, slowly caressing her naked skin. "What are you doing!" Tracey exploded as she jumped back.

"Trying to win the bet," Harry said in a matter of fact tone, contrasting greatly with her emotional burst.

"That's against the rules, you said you weren't going to touch me!" Tracey said, her finger pointing at him accusingly. "You just broke a magical promise, how can you be unaffected!"

"Daphne," ordered Harry calmly.

"No, Tracey, he promised to keep his hands bound, and they are bound," Daphne explained in a kind tone, a touch of pity in her tone, born from awareness about the fate that awaited her roommate, but too much under Harry's power to actually do anything about it.

Tracey didn't look happy about the reminder, or the way Daphne delivered it, but under the circumstances, she didn't have an abundance of options. Her expression stiffened once more as she closed in. "I'm not afraid of you, Potter," she said as she took her earlier position, her hands assaulting his shaft with a renewed vitality, determined to win despite his intimate footsie, discovering the sensitivities of her inner thigh.

But soon, a blush started to cover her face, showing her that her hopes of resistance were inaccurate at best. After all, despite all the skill she had on delivering handjobs, she was unaccustomed to a man's touch, and that left her unprepared for the resulting rush of pleasure, especially one as intense as he was able to bring. Her hands quickened further, but Harry's expression stayed frozen in the same mixture of dismissive and amused. On the contrary, Tracey started biting her lips as his feet climbed up more and more, desperately trying -and failing- to keep the effects of his counterattack.

A moan finally escaped her lips when his toe started to assault the areas covered by her panties. She was mortified, her gaze immediately falling to the floor. Her arms fell to the side, and for a moment, Harry was sure that she was going to retreat once more, an assumption that only strengthened as Tracey continued to stay motionless.

Much to his surprise, Tracey reached to her back instead, and pulled off her bra, revealing her modest-sized but still delicious breasts. Harry said nothing, not that he needed to, as a quirk of an eyebrow was enough to convey his feelings. Tracey let out a sharp breath and a glare, but it was hard for a display of anger to be effective while she leaned forward to capture his shaft between her breasts, turning her handjob to a titjob.

However, that step didn't go as well as she had expected. First of all, her current actions paled against her legendary and well-practiced handjobs. More importantly, while she was a beautiful woman, her bosom was far from her strongest suit, especially after Harry's repeated experiences with Susan and Lavender, who were almost legendary at this point.

Tracey was smart enough to catch onto the fact, especially since he wasn't doing a lot to hide his body language. Still, he was surprised when, almost immediately, her lips joined the fray, capturing the crown of his shaft while her breasts still delivered their enjoyable massage, elevating the pleasure to a new level. Still not at the standards he had been used to, of course, as her movements were mechanical, but the anger that burned in her eyes spiced up the experience sufficiently.

He let her enjoyable, but ultimately destined to fail, attempts to go on for a few minutes before he brought his foot up even more, giving a little caress at her entrance, the fabric of her panties the only barrier in between. Her anger intensified as she stopped moving, but the tip of his shaft was still in her mouth. "Are you scared of my touch, or are you scared of losing?" Harry asked, his disdain clear. Anger flashed in her eyes, but rather than pulling back, it drove her to move even faster, her lips devouring more of his shaft while her expression told a story of anger.

Feeling the entrance of her throat occasionally tickling the tip of his manhood, Harry wished his hands were free, so that he could slam her down, invading her throat. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option, so he quickened the movement of his foot instead, determinedly searching for the tricks of enhancing her enjoyment. Normally, her stance and her determination to hide her reaction, combined with his restricted state, might have made the situation difficult, but every angry glare she sent was another opportunity to peek into her mind, getting snippets about her likes and preferences.

Time passed, with Tracy getting more and more desperate as she realized even her heated assault failed to chip away his resistance. "What does it take to make you cum, you bastard," she murmured when she pulled back for a breather, more to herself than a general statement.

Harry answered nonetheless. "I'm used to a better class of service," he said calmly. "Don't get me wrong, your handjob was first-class, but your mouth service is far from able to maintain the quality. Still, there's no need to lose hope…"

His words sparked her anger, and once again, she reached for her wand, this time, pointing at his erect shaft. Harry just smirked, but his smile had an edge on it, promising payback for her disrespect, and all the while, his foot continued to rub against her most sensitive spot, breaking through her determination with the occasional shiver. "I'm going to make you pay, Potter," she said in a trembling tone.

"Really," he said, and chose that moment to trigger a rush of pleasure in her body. It would have been noticeable under normal circumstances, but with her already high arousal and her distracting anger, it wasn't a surprise for it to go unnoticed. Just to make sure, he twisted his toes to trigger one of the tricks he discovered earlier, and Tracey started to shudder under the rush of her orgasm, but horror filled her face as the realization of defeat filled her mind. "It was a good attempt," he chuckled as he flared his magic, his handcuffs dissolving under the pressure.

Tracey reached for her bra, but Harry had other things in mind. With a wave of his hand, Tracey found herself bound in chains. "What are you planning, you bastard!" she exclaimed.

Harry only chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you. I just want to show you the pointlessness of your efforts. Daphne, come here," he said, his last sentence echoing like a whip.

Under Tracey's desperate gaze, Daphne walked closer, letting her robe to slide off her body midway, revealing her beautiful body to the eyes of her observers, one desperate, one impatient…