Chapter 27: A Scandalous Stroll

When Harry left the classroom, he was in a compromising position that would have seen him kicked out of the school if it wasn't for his invisibility cloak. He couldn't imagine the new administration making light of the fact that he had been sullying a proper pureblood, especially not in such a public manner.

Of course, the same couldn't be said for the pureblood heiress in question, happily walking in front of him with her body pressed tight against his, the biggest challenge she was facing was to keep her moans down whenever they were close to someone. Harry wished that doing the walk without the cloak was an option. Even imagining the reaction of the Slytherin table was delicious, dismay mixed with outrage, unable to believe that one of their most prominent members fell under the sway of a dirty half-blood.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so he decided to achieve the next best thing, and picked his destination towards the Slytherin common room, wanting to christen yet another sacred location for them. Since the last class of the day was still in progress, the corridors were mostly empty, allowing him to speak.

"So, Daphne," he said casually, to a great contrast to the rhythmic beats of his hips. "Why don't you tell me about how you're feeling?"

"How I'm feeling?" Daphne murmured back in an outraged whisper. "That… That…" she tried to say, but failed to finish her sentence.

"Come on," Harry answered with a slap to her bottom. "You weren't feeling shy when you were doing your best to finish the potion despite being less dressed than a muggle whore," he added, amused by the way she stiffened at his last few words. It seemed that she needed a few more intensive sessions to fuck the bigot out of her. Maybe he should ask Hermione's help, she was always happy to help, and in this case, her tendency to get overzealous could only be a bonus.

"Don't call me that," she growled, which was an impressive display of defiance in her condition.

"Call you what, a muggle whore," he said, and spanked her harder when she opened her mouth to answer. "You should listen more carefully, I didn't call you a muggle whore, I reminded to you that you were less dressed than a muggle whore, which, if you think, a compliment, another thing you could feel superior as a pureblood.

From the angry growl that left her mouth, he could see that it didn't work, but then again, he didn't intend it to work, so all was well. However, he had no intention to listen to her disrespect, even if he had intentionally awakened it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, hard enough to hurt. "Did you say something?" he asked in a deceptive calmness.

"N-no," she stammered, her eyes shivering with fear, but that would have been more convincing if it wasn't for her walls tightening even further. After everything that they had done, her submissive details weren't a shocking reveal.

"Excellent," he said. "Then, you can finally answer my question. How are you feeling?"

"Like a toy that was about to be thrown into garbage after one last play," she murmured even as she pushed her hips back in an effort to swallow more of his shaft.

"And are you unhappy about it?" he asked.

"No!" came the answer, bold and underlined, punctuated by the sudden change of her movements, pushing her hips back even harder in each step. He didn't answer, or more accurately, didn't answer verbally, as the way he slapped her bottom while also grabbing her breast was more effective than mere words could.

With that done, they continued their sensual walk, each step squeezing her tunnel in a particularly arousing way, and she stayed silent. That was, until they took one last turn, and arrived at a familiar location.

"What are we doing here!" Daphne asked in shock as she looked at the portrait that barred the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

"Visiting your esteemed peers, of course," Harry said as he looked around to see if there was anyone around. "Password," he reminded her after making sure that there was no one around.

"Supremacy," she said, and the portrait swung open despite its confused stare. Harry rolled his eyes at the rather obvious message before starting to walk once more, pushing Daphne inside while pushing her insides as well. After a brief walk through the tunnel, they ended up in the common room, furnished in silver and green, almost empty with most of the students taking the last class of the day, while the others enjoyed the good weather.

"Not a lot of students, why don't you show me your room," he offered, and for once, let her show the direction. She didn't warn him about the ward, but considering everything, he was willing to give her the benefit of doubt, and assume that she didn't because of her trust in his skills. After his repeated practicing in Gryffindor dorms, freezing the ward took just a second, and they climbed the stairs.

He wasn't surprised to find a rather large room with two beds inside. From his earlier mind-reading, he knew that Daphne was staying with Tracey, the only relationship she had with a Slytherin student that was positive, and they were sharing rooms through preference. It would be amusing when she dropped by.

He pulled the cloak away the moment the door was closed, pushing her towards the closest bed. "That's not my bed," she exclaimed, but it wasn't a point that would keep him back. He pushed her on the bed, removing his shaft from her tunnel for a moment, using the break to take a better position. "Please-" she tried to continue, but Harry decided to silence her decisively, and pushed his shaft inside her mouth.

Despite her gagging, she was quick to adapt to his presence. More importantly, there was no hint in disgust on her face. Curious whether it was the reality or a display of her acting capability, he peeked her mind, using her ice blue eyes as a medium, only to validate that, yes, she honestly enjoyed the chance to get a taste of his shaft, even when it was covered with her own juices. Such a radical change.

But satisfaction wasn't the only thing that he had found in her mind. There was also fear, not from anything that he might do, but due to the probability of her roommate dropping early, and seeing her in such a disgraceful position. He wasn't going to miss it, of course, so while he continued skewering her mouth with his meat, he also placed a compulsion ward in the room, one that would make sure that anyone that opens the door to see them would walk in and close the door behind rather than getting away due to shyness.

And with that done, he turned his attention back to the pureblood slut under him, starting to fuck her throat even more mercilessly.

That was the point the door opened, and a sandy-haired witch, familiar through shared classes, stepped into the room, her shocked gasp mixing with the sound of a door slamming shut. "What in the name of Morgana is going on here!" she exclaimed in shock, but Harry was happy to note that she didn't reach her wand.

"Oh, hi," he said as he turned back, acting completely casual. "Tracey, right?"

"Yeah," she whispered, too surprised by his casual greeting to do anything else, even if Harry continued to fuck Daphne's throat. Her eyes wide with shock, Daphne struggled to say something, but it was impossible short of her suddenly mastering wandless magic. "What are you doing here," she whispered a moment later, trying to push through her shock, but with limited success.

"We're having a heated discussion with Daphne," he said. "Her oratory skills are quite distinctive, so much that I can easily say that her mouth is a true source of pleasure."

"But-" Tracey tried to say, still trying to process what was going on. It was understandable, after all, why would she expect the sudden presence of The-Boy-Who-Lived-And-Was-Also-Hated-By-The-Ministry in her room, enthusiastically trying to ruin her roommate's throat.

"Is there a problem," he said, doing his best to look innocent, though unable to prevent a smirk from manifesting on her face. Luckily, Tracey was too shocked to pay attention to that. Then, he looked suddenly aghast and ashamed. "Don't tell me it's your bed."

Facing his forceful personality, and just a touch of mental jumbling to make her even more confused, Tracey was only able to nod. "Yes, that's my bed," she said.

"I'm so sorry," he answered. "Just give me a moment." With that, he turned back to Daphne, put his hands on both sides of her head to stabilize, and fucked her mouth mercilessly. He was already close to the climax after the lengthy journey, and it only took several frantic pushes to start filling Daphne's mouth. "Don't forget to swallow all," he reminded Daphne. "It would be rude to ruin your roommate's bed."

To Tracey's scandalized astonishment, Daphne tried to do exactly that, trying to contain his generous output. She wasn't entirely successful in keeping all in her mouth, but she was practical enough to spread the excess over her breasts.

Watching that managed to break Tracey's passive observation. "What the hell, Daphne!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, Daphne, what the hell," Harry repeated in amusement as he pointed at the wet patch, a mark of her arousal. "How dare you dirty your roommate's bed like that. You earned a punishment." His over the top response managed to confuse Tracey again, and he used the opportunity to push his half-erect shaft into Daphne, though thanks to the stamina potion, it only had a few seconds before returning fully back to life.

"I can explain-nn!" she tried to say, though it turned into another cry of pleasure as he pushed inside her. He pulled her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He angled his body in a way that Daphne could see Tracey's face over his shoulder, which worked wonders in making Daphne unable to explain. Three times she tried to explain, each terminated as she failed to find the perfect words.

"Let me explain," Harry interjected as he threw Daphne on her bed, and sat next to her, facing Tracey, who was very aware of the fact that his bottom half was naked, with his sizable erection standing proud, glistening with Daphne's juices. "One day, Daphne decided to test the rumors about my prowess in bed, and as a gentleman, I couldn't have said no, so we did it with the promise that it's going to be a one-off thing. But Daphne enjoyed it rather a lot, so she slipped a note in the potions class, asking for a repeat."

"Daphne, asked you that," Tracey murmured in shock, confused, though without Harry's occasional mental intrusion to make her temporarily more gullible, she would have been probably chasing him away with battle-grade combat spells.

He slapped Daphne's bottom with a playful manner, signaling her to answer. "Right," she managed to say as she righted herself, only then remembering to cross her legs and put her arms around her chest in a late attempt to protect her virtue, the little she had left with. "I was curious…" she said.

"But, what about your family," Tracey asked in shock, aware of the dangerous implications of her loss of virginity, compounded by Harry's identity.

While Tracey asked that question, Harry patted his lap, letting Daphne choose between her roommate's question and getting another taste of his shaft. Unsurprisingly, she picked the latter, aligning her entrance to his shaft as she tried to sit on his lap. Rather amusingly, she was trying to hide her body in the process as well, a hopeless attempt Tracey had a frontal view of her body, relying on her arms to hide the way her folds were devouring his shaft hungrily.

"What they don't know, won't hurt them," Harry answered even as he grabbed Daphne's arms and pulled them away, revealing her body fully for Tracey's view. "Don't you agree, Daphne," he said, punctuating his sentence with a slap.

"But… But…" Tracey said, trying to come up with a counter-argument, but against the view provided by her best friend's dangling tits, words were hard to reach. And soon, Daphne's cries rose loud enough to cut her words as she pushed through another climax, one that would have sent her to the realm of unconsciousness if it wasn't for the excess energy provided by the potion. But just because she had the energy, didn't mean that she had the rationality to go along with it. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, Daphne stopped acknowledging the presence of her roommate soon after.

His mental intrusion prevented Tracey from taking the most sensible route and escape, or failing that, trying to stun him, but that wasn't needed to make her imagine her in Daphne's seat. "Maybe you should take a seat, you look exhausted," Harry said, patting the bed, inviting her to sit next to him.

It was a surprise for him that she actually took a step forward before realizing what she was trying to do. "I need to take a shower," she said, words escaping her mouth in a hurry as she dashed towards the bathroom, the only room she could escape without violating his mental order.

"Do you need any help," he asked, but the slamming of the door was the only answer he received. "She seems like a nice girl," he said to Daphne, whose attention was mostly taken by the shape of his girth as she jumped up and down on his lap, trying to quench her desire, backed due to his orders. "Too distracted to answer? You're lucky that I'm such a nice master, forgiving your lax attention," he added, which might have been more convincing if it wasn't for the slap he landed on her thigh, leaving a red mark.

With Tracey temporarily gone, so was the need to keep Daphne in a position that would reveal her body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her afloat a moment before throwing her on the bed before hovering over her, taking her in the missionary position, pinning her immobile underneath him. The fact that it was her own bed underlined his ownership even more.

With this, he launched a marathon that lasted for hours, using the benefits of the potion to the maximum potential, taking her again and again in a variety of positions, filling her in repeatedly. Towards the end, overwhelmed with pleasure, the only thing Daphne was able to do was to moan helplessly whenever he pushed inside her.

And the fact that Tracey was locked inside the bathroom, unable to gather enough courage to escape made things even more amusing. Whenever he looked through the door, he saw her watching through the crack of the door, first with reprehension, but that was inevitably replaced by arousal, one that came with intense guilt. Unfortunately, she had enough self-control to not to resort masturbation, as it would have been fun to bust her doing that. Maybe the next time.

Towards the end, he decided to engineer another confrontation with her. He took Daphne to his lap once more, his shaft still inside her, and walked towards the entrance of the bathroom. "Why don't you ask your friend if she is going to take longer in there?" he whispered.

That reminded Daphne about the presence of her roommate, which was long forgotten on the throes of passion. Her shyness was obvious, but that didn't prevent her from following his order. "Tracey, are you going to be there for long, we need to use it," she asked, and the door opened by a witch with a burning face.

"Daphne, please," she murmured, not able to come face to face with her roommate while she was in such a shameful position, her slit, busy devouring his presence, in plain view, same as her breasts, dangling with each push. But whatever she was hoping to find on her face after her heartfelt flea, it was absent, so she tried to pass through the doorway.

On that, Harry had one last surprise to her. He stepped towards the side that she was trying to pass. "Sorry," he murmured in mock sincerity, and just as she tried to use the other side, shifted along as well, replicating one of the most favorite encounter types from the romantic comedies. Of course, in them, the man seldom had a naked girl in his lap, slamming repeatedly.

"To the right," Tracey called in frustration, which Harry followed cheerfully. "My right!" she shouted, her frustration finally climbing over the mortification she felt from the situation.

"Sorry, milady," he called mockingly, pulled to the side to let her pass, lamenting the fact that Daphne didn't choose that moment to climax, which, without a doubt, would have made the situation even more interesting.

"Your roommate is a bit touchy," he commented even as he walked under the shower, enjoying the chilly dance of water on his skin, cooling him after several hours of carnal exercise. "Maybe she is annoyed because we didn't invite her to join us," he added, which somehow made Daphne blush.

"I'm sure it isn't it," she answered.

"Still, there is no harm trying," he said, but when she didn't answer, he spanked her bottom once more. "It wasn't a suggestion!"

She yelped, more with fear rather than pain. "Tracey, do you want to join us," she shouted despite her creeping blush.

The only response they received by a frustrated groan, followed by the sound of a door slamming. Apparently, the last request was enough to overwhelm the small suggestion that he placed in her mind about not leaving the room. But no harm was done.

There were still a few weeks before the end of the school year, just enough to test the limits of Daphne's roommate.