Daphne Greengrass Pt. 3

Daphne is dressed to impress when she and Harry meet in a secluded corner of Hogwarts' Main Courtyard, long after everyone else has departed for Hogsmeade. Wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse, she's dressed in Slytherin colors of course, with newly applied green lipstick on her lips and the works on her pretty face. Harry lifts a brow at her as she gives him a nice big grin and latches onto his arm.

"You finally ready to go Princess? What are we doing for the day? I'm all yours?"

She's thought about what she wanted to do with him, and in the end Daphne had decided there was only one place to take Harry, that would convince him she was the most useful woman to have in his bed. Hermione couldn't give him what she could… and all she had to do was prove it. Luckily all the older years were down in Hogsmeade and all the younger years were in their classes.

As such, there was no one to disturb them as Daphne leads a surprised and bemused Harry BACK into the Castle, down a few flights of stairs, and into the dungeons. In turn, Daphne is a little surprised that Harry doesn't ask where they're going at any point. In fact, there comes a time when it almost feels like he's leading HER towards the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room.

When they come to a stop in front of said entrance and he looks at her slightly amused, Daphne pouts.

"You've been here before!"

Harry shrugs off the accusation and grins.

"Yeah, had some business to take care of back in Second Year. Nothing big."

Nothing big her big fat bubble butt! Harry had killed an honest-to-Merlin Basilisk in their second year… letting out a sigh and shaking her head in exasperation, Daphne speaks the password and they enter the empty Slytherin Common Room. As expected, given she told the house elves that she'd be entertaining THE Harry Potter at this time, there's an assortment of foods laid out across the surfaces of the Common Room furniture. It's a veritable feast… and honestly, the elves probably went overboard.

Daphne leads Harry towards a black and green couch and moves the trays and plates off of it. She sits him down there and moves to straddle his lap, grinning impishly… only, he stops her and grabs her by the waist, lifting her off of him with his hefty muscles and setting her down to the side. Daphne is bewildered for all of a moment, before she watches Harry lean forward and grab a treacle tart off of one of the trays she'd moved.

"We're eating first Princess."

And that's that. She supposes she should have expected as much, but Daphne is still a bit pouty and a bit petulant as she nibbles. Meanwhile, Harry eats a meal fit for a king and then some, before letting out a hearty burp. When he finally turns towards her, Daphne practically tosses her plate away in her haste to get back her seductive bearings. But before she can even lean into him, it's HE who is leaning into her. Harry's mouth crashes against her lips and he kisses her roughly, savagely.

His tongue slides into her mouth and Daphne finds herself moaning as she squirms in his grasp. But she doesn't hate it, no, quite the opposite in fact. She's getting wetter and wetter as Harry pushes her back against the couch. He kisses the hell out of her, and his hands go from holding her shoulders to sliding down her voluptuous body to her wide hips. Eventually, they go a step further and slide up under her short skirt, coming to a rest on the waistline of her panties.

Daphne feels like she's drowning as Harry dominates her. He's in complete and utter control, and his magic is washing over her in a way that she's never felt before. As such, when he does eventually pull back to begin stripping his clothes off, the Slytherin witch finds herself standing up and whirling around the couch, putting the furniture between herself and him. Harry pauses in unbuttoning his shirt and looks at her with a lifted brow.

Trying to hide her trepidation, the dark-haired witch gives her best sultry grin.

"You're going to have to catch me first, Harry."

He gives her a look that promises retribution, and she hears it in his voice too as he speaks with a warning tone.

"Princess…"

Daphne backs away from the couch and then turns to run from the Slytherin Common Room. She gets absolutely nowhere, as rope suddenly twines its way around her ankles and she crashes face first to the ground. Before she can do more than pull her wand out, Harry is there, disarming her and pushing her face harder into the floor even as he flips up her skirt.

"Y-You barbarian!"

The powerful, muscular wizard chuckles at that, even as he grabs hold of Daphne's panties and tears them off of her entirely, revealing a sopping wet cunt even as she squeals and squirms beneath him.

"You've used that twice now Princess. Am I a barbarian because you're a princess, or is it the other way around?"

His fingers are inside of her and Daphne moans even as she answers him.

"I'm a P-Princess because I'm a Greengrass… and you're a barbarian b-because you're a Potter!"

That gives him pause, though he doesn't actually pull his fingers all the way out of his cunt as he leans in, a hint of curiosity now in his tone.

"Go on."

Daphne bites her lower lip, surprised that she's actually using a bit of history taught to her when she was far, far younger than she is now. At the time, young Daphne had thought nothing much of it. Now though, it was actually a lot sexier, and a lot more arousing to think about then she remembered. Whimpering slightly, Daphne squirms a bit as Harry slowly thrusts two fingers in and out of her tight cunt.

"You… you're descended from a long like of barbaric wizard-lords and battlemages P-Potter. Your family has always been savage, defeating noblemen, but muggles and wizards, in duels and taking their daughters for your own. It's how your family kept your bloodline fresh, but claiming the most prestigious, most beautiful of a generation and fathering powerful heirs off of them."

Harry's hands grope at her ass and Daphne gasps. She hadn't even noticed he'd pulls his fingers free, but now she does, especially when he jams his cock into her right then and there in the middle of the Slytherin Common Room. A loud, long, lewd moan leaves the so-called 'Princess' throat as his member slides into her inch by inch. She can feel his prick reshaping her tight little pussy, slowly but surely.

"Is that so? Then I suppose I'm just continuing tradition, aren't I?"

Deep down, Daphne knows she wants Harry to fuck her for all he's worth. At the same time, this is really just a matter of one-upping Granger. It's not like Daphne had any intention of actually joining the small harem that Harry is building. No, she just needs to prove she's better than Hermione. Of course, as Harry's cock slowly thrusts in and out of her cunt, Daphne is finding it hard to keep that goal in focus. It's becoming more and more difficult to resist the waves of pleasure and arousal crashing over her.

Still, she manages to maintain her defiance even as Harry fucks her.

"That's… that's right. Only a Potter b-barbarian w-would dare to lay his hands on m-my flawless flesh. Only a Potter barbarian would feast on my breasts and plunder my lips and take all that he wants from me! You're a beast Harry, and you'll never be w-worthy of a, mm, Princess like me! You'll never be worthy of crushing my curves a-against your hard, burly frame!"

… Perhaps she wasn't quite as defiant as she thought. Daphne cries out as she orgasms around Harry's cock, her pussy walls clenching down rapidly on his slow-moving length. And then he's pulling out of her and dragging her up from the floor by her hair. Before she knows what's happening, her blouse and bra are torn off her just like her panties, and she finds herself having to cling on for dear life as Harry lifts her up into the air and sinks her down onto his cock.

Daphne doesn't even realize that he's following her own subconscious instructions. His hands grip at her flawless, perfectly sculpted ass cheeks and his mouth feasts on her tits. He licks back and forth across Daphne's magnificent mammaries even as he bounces her up and down on his cock, crushing her curves against his hard, burly frame, just as Daphne had said.

The dark-haired with moans even louder as her black locks flow down her back. The only garment left to her is the short skirt she wore, in checkered black and green, Slytherin colors. It's bunched up around her waist, almost like a testament to the fact that neither her House, nor her status as a Pureblood could save her from Harry's barbarism. He's thrusting up into her again and again and again, and she's bouncing up and down on his cock as her legs wrap around her waist and her arms wrap around his neck.

Her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lull's out of her skull as Daphne experiences another orgasm. She's drooling in bliss and screaming in pleasure as her tone changes in an instant.

"Yes! Fuck me you bastard, fuck me! Plow me harder you damn barbarian!"

And he does it, even as his feet begin moving them towards a familiar stairwell. Daphne is barely conscious of the fact that they're slowly walking up the stairs towards her dorm, instead she's having to focus on something else instead. She blames Granger for this, but even as she shouts her vocal praises, Daphne finds herself having to pointedly NOT use the M word. Calling Harry Master like Hermione did, that would be the ultimate defeat. If she could instead satisfy him without doing so, surely that would make her better than her academic rival, right?

It was hard though, especially as they enter her empty dorm and Harry walks her over to her bed. They stop in front of it, and he pauses for a second.

"Why… why are you stopping?"

The words fall from her lips before she can even truly comprehend them, and Harry chuckles as he grips her fat ass cheeks, holding her in place.

"Well, perhaps this is where it should end, hm? After all, if I'm just a bastard and a barbarian, a dainty princess like you probably isn't made for the powerful, slut-breaking thrusts I use on my real women."

Wait, he can go HARDER?! Daphne goes bright red at the errant thought, and ultimately pushes it down as she snarls at the man who's so thoroughly dominated her up until this point. Harry just grins.

"Why, you might end up getting bruis-."

"BRUISED?! FUCKING DESTROY ME POTTER, DO IT, DAMN IT!"

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