Daphne Greengrass Pt. 2

Getting the last word on her academic rival is always fun. And tonight, she'll do it again when she utterly blows Harry's socks off! Hermione is about to get a lesson in how to satisfy her man that neither she nor the musclebound wizard are likely to forget. When she gets back to her dorm room, Daphne strips down naked, ignoring the other girls in the room and stands before her floor-length mirror, smiling appreciatively at what she sees there.

Sensual waves of black hair cascade down her back, with the majority of her locks framing her beautiful, perfectly sculpted face. Her tits are nice and large and firm and as she hefts them up and down, she grins wickedly, knowing in her heart of hearts that they're far better than Hermione's. Though in truth, the two witches actually have the same body type. But to say such a thing to either of them would be as bad as saying they had the same ambitious, over-achieving personality type.

Daphne is happy to continue lying to herself as she runs her hands off of her perky mammaries and down her body to her generous hips and her tight and toned stomach. She turns this way and that and smiles as she eyes her long legs and her plush, fat bubble butt. Certainly not a damn washboard from where she's standing!

Grinning, the young woman moves to her chest, which is in fact as big as a walk-in closet. She spends the next several hours picking out her outfit, but in the end she decides that the best way to start things off is to flaunt her body, to astound Harry and invoke jealousy in Granger. To that end, Daphne Greengrass sneaks out of the dungeons wearing nothing but her Hogwarts robes, with her house symbol emblazoned on them.

Well, those and her shoes. While it might have been fun to run barefoot through the castle, Daphne knew better. The dungeons were filthy after all. She makes her way through the dark and sleepy school and eventually arrives at the portrait that guards the Gryffindor Common Room. Ignoring the fat lady covering the door, she reaches out and knocks four times, just as she was told to.

… If Granger screws her here, Daphne's revenge will be so sweet. Alas, her momentary fear is for nothing. Just as the obese woman in the portrait wakes up, the door to the Gryffindor Common Room is opened from the inside and Daphne sneaks in quickly as Lavender Brown closes it behind her. The dark-haired witch eyes the blonde for a second and smirks at Lavender's state of undress, even as the other witch lifts a brow at her, almost challengingly.

"When Hermione told me you were going to come around for a bit of fun, I almost didn't believe it. I knew you were a tease Princess, but I always thought you were all talk."

Daphne's eyes snap from the half-naked Lavender to where Harry's voice is coming from. He's seated on the couch and smiling at her as Hermione smirks, nuzzled into his side and rubbing her hand across the bulge in Harry's pants. Daphne smiles back, even as she finds herself a little surprised by the confidence he's exuding. Regardless, she saunters forward and casually undoes the tie on her robes. It slides open to reveal her naked body beneath it, and she basks in the reactions of both Harry and Hermione as her smile morphs into a grin.

Harry's brow lifts and his smile takes on a slight edge to it, even as Hermione's eyes go wide and her smirk turns into a deep frown.

"Well now, the princess is more a whore than I thought."

Daphne's stride is broken a bit by Harry's repeated use of that word. She frowns at him slightly as she places her hands on her exceptional hips.

"Why are you doing that? Calling me princess?"

Harry grins wickedly.

"It's what the boys in my year call you, it's what they've always called you. Slytherin's Perfect Pureblood Princess. It feels appropriate. You certainly walk around haughty enough to be one, don't you? Mm, though you're not quite so haughty right now…"

Daphne scoffs at that and turns up her chin as she tosses her robes aside and strikes up a confident pose.

"I think you'll find I'm just as haughty as ever before!"

"God, you're such a slut!"

Hermione finally bursts from the pressure, the words exploding from her mouth. Harry sits back, seeming amused as Daphne turns her attention to her darling rival. Grinning wickedly, the dark-haired witch stalks over to the couch that the two are sat on and makes herself at home on Harry's open side, nuzzling in and looking past him towards Granger.

"You're the one that demanded a contest Granger. If we're going to do this, let's do this."

"You… you're cheating! You c-can't just come in here naked, there's got to be rules a-and a process and… and!!!"

Daphne laughs in her rival's face, even as she very pointedly runs a hand across Harry's front, feeling his muscles and his pecs through his shirt as she does so. Hermione snarls at the provocative move and looks ready to leap across the man between them, when Harry steps in again. His arms slide around their bodies and Daphne stiffens up as a surprisingly experienced hand grabs at her right tit and digs into it.

At the same time, Hermione's anger is derailed as she moans wantonly, and from the way she's squirming, it's obvious that he's groping one of her fat ass-cheeks. Daphne pants a little as Harry's fingers hit all of her weak points and then some. The handsome Gryffindor barbarian isn't fumbling with her tit, he's outright molesting it like an expert, like a man who's had time and practice making women putty in his hands.

Their eyes meet and Daphne finds herself lost in Harry's green irises. He stares at her and she sees the truth of it all in that moment. All of her teasing, all of her flirting, it was always leading up to this one way or another. Either she'd come to him willingly, as she was now, or she'd inevitably cause him to snap and he'd carry out all of those fantasies of hers in some empty classroom or even a broom closet. Her, getting pounded senseless in a broom closet… it would have been so… plebian. And it would have been so damn hot too.

Not that this isn't just as arousing. So lost in Harry's eyes as she is, Daphne doesn't even notice at first when Hermione tries to lean forward and sneak her lips towards his bulging crotch. She hears the zipper coming down though, and when she sees her rival trying to one up her, she hisses and grabs a fist full of Hermione's hair, tearing her away from Harry's crotch.

As the brunette witch howls from the sudden hair-tugging, she in turn reaches out and grabs Daphne's wavy black locks. They have a tug-of-war between each other for a long moment, snarling as their foreheads press together and they pull at one another's manes. It ends when a large bear-like hand comes down on each of their up-turned asses as they kneel on either side of the man those hands are attached to.

Harry grips at their backsides as they sting from his subsequent smacks. His eyes, stern and unyielding, draw both of them in as he frowns at them. After a moment, he speaks in a soft tone, but there's a very clear order in it all the same.

"Undress me."

Daphne's eyes are wide and her tongue is out licking her lips needily before she even knows what's happening. Her pussy drips as her fantasy version of Harry Potter seems to come to life right before her eyes. Of course, Hermione starts moving before she does, eager to obey her lover, and in the end Harry has to give her another smack on her ass before she jumps into action.

By the time they're done exposing every last inch of his muscular body, along with his massive, soft cock, Daphne and Hermione are both in awe. Daphne's happy that she chose to wear green lipstick along with her makeup for this occasion, because as Hermione begins to kiss down one side of Harry's neck and across his chest, Daphne isn't about to be left out, and her Slytherin-colored lipstick makes for beautiful markings across Harry's muscles as she smudges it all in the pursuit of tasting him, of tasting his firm flesh beneath her tongue.

Despite their rivalry, Daphne and Hermione descend along either side of his body in unison, almost working together as they slowly make their way down to his cock. Daphne moans as Harry continues to grope her ass with one strong, calloused hand, and she nuzzles his big, rugged muscles that would undoubtedly feel wonderful to curl up against after a long session of heavy, rough sex.

But she pauses when she reaches his member at the same time as Hermione, only to realize what the brunette witch already knew. He's still soft. Even with two women rubbing against him, Harry's long, thick, fat cock is completely soft. Harry's hands move from the asses of both witches, and curl into their hair. His thick fingers slide through Daphne's black locks and he grips her firmly, even as he does the same with Hermione.

"Go on then you two. Get me hard. Show me what you both can do."

The command is rather casual in nature, but his firm grip on their hair is not. The power balance is quite clear and Daphne leans down slowly as Hermione does the same, laying her lips along one side of Harry's massive length and sliding her tongue out to licking at his cock. For a while, the common room is filled with nothing but the sounds of eager young sluts lapping at a massive, rapidly hardening cock.

When Harry is at full mast, Daphne's eyes go crossed just trying to look at the huge girth before her. Her nostrils flare as she breathes in his musk and it smells heavenly. Her pussy is sopping wet at this point, and she's leaving the couch cushion beneath her liberally soaked with her juices as she moans against his length. As focused as she is on the task before her, she barely registers Hermione's words, even as the brunette speaks to the man who's cock they're both worshipping.

"Do it Master. Choke her with your majestic shaft, teach the snobbish princess a lesson she'll never forget!"

Harry chuckles in response, and a moment later Daphne finds herself being pulled up the length of Harry's cock. When her face comes in line with the tip of his prick, Daphne immediately opens up her lips, moaning happily at the chance to suck on the massive schlong in front of her. She takes the first few inches of Harry's shaft into her mouth and then finds herself stretched thin on it, unable to get much further as he hits the back of her throat.

At the same time, Hermione's hands are stroking back and forth along the rest of Harry's cock. Their eyes meet and Hermione smirks as Daphne slurps at Harry's member, bobbing up and down it to the best of her ability.

"Just so you know, cunt. I'm the one getting Harry off right now. Not you. Your inexperienced mouth couldn't do a thing for him, not without my helping hands."

Daphne bristles at that, but she's not exactly in a position to hit back with an insult of her own. Instead, she redoubles her enthusiastic pace and does her best to take Harry's dick down her throat so she can suck on the entirety of his length, rather than just the top bit.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Her eyes water and her mascara and makeup begin to run as her green lipstick becomes more and more messed up, but Daphne doesn't let that stop her, even as Hermione sneers at her.

"Yeah, choke on it 'Princess'. Choke on my Harry's cock!"

Despite Granger's caustic words, Daphne keeps up her hard work and eventually she's taking most of Harry's magnificent member down her throat, as insane as that is. He's filling her esophagus and her gullet and there's quickly becoming no place left on his shaft, even at the base, for Hermione's dainty hands to stroke.

The brunette witch's eyes go wide with shock and outrage as she realizes what Daphne's done. If she could, she'd be smirking in triumph, as Harry's hand on Hermione's hair tightens and draws her down beneath his length, to his massive, churning nut sack. They're only a few inches apart now, their noses are even almost touching as they stare daggers into one another's eyes.

And yet, in spite of that, they're also working as a team, regardless of how much they dislike one another. Hermione suckles at Harry's balls, one after the other and Daphne takes the entirety of Harry's length down her throat time and time again. Harry groans under their combined efforts and both witches happily redouble their efforts, trying to do their best to please the powerful wizard. They might be rivals, but in this moment they are partners.

And then Harry pulls Daphne back and the dark-haired witch has only a second to squeeze her eyes shut as his massive cum-shot hoses her down. His seed, thick and viscous and goopy, sprays out all over her face and her hair and her massive, naked tits. It drips and slides off of her as Daphne looks down at herself in wide eyed shock. Her lips part but no words come out, and when a bit of Harry's seed drips off of her nose and into her mouth, Daphne swallows it.

And then the Slytherin Princess becomes a bit ravenous as she sets about trying to eat every bit of cum off of her body. Only, before she can get too far, Hermione tackles her to the ground with a snarl and then begins to actively lick his cum off of her. The brunette witch speaks between laps, sneering and smirking at her as she holds a squirming Daphne down.

"You don't… deserve, mm, this. Only… only I should be drinking Master's cum!"

Daphne manages to get some more of the studly wizard's seed down her throat, but her ravenous academic rival steals the majority of it, leaving her disheveled and a bit ruffled, covered in Hermione's saliva and nothing else as the brunette finally lets her up. Of course, before she can leap at the other witch to claw Granger's eyes out, a familiar, thick, meaty cock flops down between the two of them.

He's still hard. Daphne's eyes go wide at the sight of Harry's cock, still at mostly full mast, barely drooping at all. He's still hard, which means she can enjoy more of his cum, if she plays her cards right going forward.

"Well, that was Round One girls. I don't think I found a winner though. Ready for Round Two through Ten?"

Daphne's swallows thickly and feels a moment of indecision and worry rush through her. Then, she looks over at Granger and she knows in an instant that Hermione saw her weakness, because the bitch is smirking at her. She can't let her rival win. Not in academics, and CERTAINLY not in this! Gritting her teeth, the 'Slytherin Princess' looks up into Harry's eyes with a sultry smile on her face and a slightly challenging look in her gaze.

"Ready whenever you are you big stud."

Harry's cock jumps at Daphne's seductive tone and the low growl that emanates from Hermione's throat tells her that she's scored a couple points as the debauchery goes to the next level. Rounds Two through Ten are a little insane, and by the end of it Daphne has not only returned the favor to Hermione tenfold, she's actually eat the witch out, and Hermione has in turn eaten her out.

In the end though, there's far, far too much cum for both of them together. They finish off the night covered in it, laying sprawled beside one another as Harry looks down at them, guiding a dutiful and docile Lavender's mouth back and forth across his hard member. Even as she lays there, exhausted, Daphne can see that he's still hard. It's just… it's just not fair. This is ridiculous…

But she can't lose here. And yet, it's looking like tonight is going to be a draw. Which means she needs to look towards the future.

"Gran… Granger."

Daphne's voice is raspy as she turns her head to the side to look at her rival. Hermione does the same, her eyes cloudy and just a bit glazed over as she makes eye contact all the same.

"Y-Yes?"

Licking her lips, Daphne tries to figure out how to word it. In the end, she goes for blunt.

"… S'not fair. I want… I want a one on one session with 'im. So he can… so he can pick between us. You get all the 'lone time in the world. I need a chance to show Harry what I can do without you getting in my way."

Hermione snorts derisively at Daphne's excuses, but ultimately she closes her eyes and looks away.

"Mm, not up to me… all up to Harry, in the end…"

That gets a blink from the Slytherin girl, and Harry's deep chuckle reaches her a moment before his voice does.

"Oh? Do you want to take me on a date Princess? That sounds nice… I suppose there is a Hogsmeade weekend coming up."

Daphne is quick to latch onto that.

"Yes! Yes, I'll take you on a date and you'll see… you'll both see once and for all that I'm Granger's better!"

Harry grins, even as Hermione growls. And with that, it's settled. They've wasted away the night of course, and Daphne has to beat a swift retreat back to the dungeons within the next hour, but she has what she needs to win the day, and in the end that's all that matters. She's going to take Harry on a 'date' he'll never forget… and she already knows exactly what they'll be doing together.

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