Chapter Specific Warnings: Costumes (Naughty Schoolgirl), Cum Play, Teasing.

Chapter 24: Come To Me

"You need to eat."

"I'm not a helpless child!" Daphne growled. She wanted to tilt her head up and glare at her overprotective boyfriend, but her body would not cooperate. She was on his lap, snuggled into the warmth of his chest with his free arm wrapped around her. A far too comfortable position for any sane girl to give up so she obediently opened her mouth when he pushed the spoonful of warm soup against her lips and swallowed the offered food. "The way you've been fussing over me these past few days, you'd think I was an invalid."

"You're sick. I'd be less worried if you let Madame Pomfrey check you and figure out what's wrong."

"I'm not… I'm not sick." Daphne sighed softly. She wasn't sick, not exactly. "And I did. She said it was just exam stress," Daphne lied. She had only pretended to go to the Hospital Wing, making Tracey cover for her despite the girl's reservations. She didn't need Madame Pomfrey or any other healer to tell her what she already knew.

The insomnia, the dark circles under her eyes, and the exhaustion… the mood swings. Not to mention her altered sense of taste which made the soup she was drinking taste like cardboard and her utter inability to keep anything she ate down. The little patience she had for the bullshit of her housemates had all but disappeared and she had become trigger-happy when it came to hexes. Living with Harry helped but she still had to return to Slytherin on occasion to keep up appearances.

Being angry, horny, and tired all at the same time… all the time was an… interesting experience.

No, she knew exactly what was wrong and while it killed her to lie to her love, her first and only priority was getting him through the Triwizard Tournament safely. The Third Task was on them and it was the last chance the assassin lurking in Hogwarts would get to strike at Harry. He needed to be on his toes, ready for anything.

She wouldn't do anything to distract him.

I can live with his anger, she reminded herself, steeling her nerves.

"She told me to take it easy."

"I suppose you're not going to follow her advice?" Harry asked with a sigh. He spotted Daphne staring at the slice of lemon on the plate they were sharing and picked it up. He squeezed its juice onto the soup, not sure why Daphne enjoyed that peculiar combination. But he had learned a while ago not to question girls and their eating habits, especially when the girl in question happened to be his slightly moody girlfriend.

"Who else is going to beat Granger and drag her down a peg, Harry?" Daphne asked, faking a scowl in Hermione's direction.

Hermione pretended to roll her eyes before turning her attention back to Krum. She and Tracey had been instrumental in helping keep her secret hidden, and Daphne knew she owed her girlfriends big time.

I'll settle all my debts after the Tournament, she thought, refocusing her mind on the only thing that mattered.

The Third Task. On paper, it seemed utterly straightforward and a cakewalk for Harry but after everything that had happened with Crouch, Krum, and the utter inability of the Ministry to catch the killer (Fudge had blamed a 'rogue centaur' in the papers, a lie that no one seemed to have bought) she wasn't going to take anything for granted.

"What're you going to do during the History of Magic exam?" Daphne asked, leaning forward to slurp the spoonful of soup. The tanginess of the lemon soothed her roiling stomach somewhat and she looked up at Harry with a grateful smile.

"Read. Maybe practice a few hexes. Do you think Binns will notice if I use Reducto on the walls of his classroom?"

Daphne giggled. "I doubt it. Although you might create a bit of a ruckus in the middle of our exam, darling."

Since Harry was exempt from the year-end exams he spent the periods during which she and the others took them sitting at the back of the class, working on hexes, curses, and charms that might be useful in the Third Task. They continued this practice every evening in the Gryffindor Common Room, with Hermione or one of the Twins acting as his dueling partner while Daphne watched from an armchair, swaddled in a blanket and curled up with a cup of hot chocolate.

Chocolate and lemons, that had become her lot in life.

Harry laughed and bent to kiss her forehead. When he was with her, the outside world ceased to exist. They lived in a bubble of their own making, a slice of heaven that he had managed to carve out of everything horrible that had happened that year.

"You two coming?" Hermione asked, breaking the spell. She stood in front of her best friends, impatiently tapping her foot.

"I doubt Binns would even notice if we're five minutes late," Harry shot back even as he helped Daphne off his lap and onto her feet.

"Asking Hermione to be late to an exam is like asking your Veela friend not to denigrate our fine cuisine, darling," Daphne teased, leaning up to kiss Harry's cheek as he stood. "Simply impossible."

"Oh, come on!" Hermione stomped her foot. Harry had turned and captured Daphne's lips in a proper kiss.

"Did I throw a fit when you were playing 'ride the dick' with your boyfriend in the library last night, Granger?" Daphne asked, turning to Hermione with raised eyebrows. She let Harry grasp her hand, sighing happily as he threaded their fingers together.

"She was what?"

"The first time I hear Krum speak, and it's to call out dear Her-mio-ninny's name as he cums," Daphne added with a quiet chuckle.

"I didn't… we didn't… I was just on his lap! Just like you were on Harry's lap a few minutes ago," Hermione spluttered, her face red. "He was helping me prepare for today's exam, not making me… making me…"

"Ride his dick?" Daphne finished mildly. "You two weren't exactly subtle with the humping, you know? Plus, you may have cleaned his pants but you forgot to clean your skirt. Rookie mistake."

"I… we weren't…" Hermione spluttered but when Daphne kept looking at her with raised eyebrows, she gave up. "We were just taking a quick study break."

"Don't worry, Granger. I don't judge. I'm intimately familiar with breaks of that variety," Daphne said, winking at a pink-faced Harry.

They were nearly out of the Great Hall when Colin ran up to them and paused, looking up at Harry and Daphne with awe in his eyes. Daphne knew he had always worshiped Harry, but the younger Gryffindor had also developed an innocent puppy crush on her over the past few months.

It was bloody endearing.

He'd be good with Tori, Daphne thought, smiling kindly at the nervous boy, deciding to introduce them to each other once the Tournament was over. She needs someone gentle like him.

"What's up, Colin?" Harry asked.

"Professor McGonagall sent me to tell you that all the champions have been asked to assemble in the room behind the Great Hall for the Third Task," Colin said, tugging on his robes nervously.

Daphne frowned. "Isn't the Task supposed to be tonight?"

Colin nodded vigorously. "It is, Miss Greengrass. But the families of the champions have been invited to spectate the Task and they're waiting for Harry and the others in the room."

"Family?" Harry asked with an incredulous snort. The only living family he had left were the Dursleys and pigs would fly before they willingly stepped foot into Hogwarts.

Colin nodded again, a nervous expression on his face.

"Are you sure Professor McGonagall meant to include me with the other champions, Colin?" Harry asked gently.

"Yes?" Colin squeaked. "She said they were waiting for you. That's all I know. I'm sorry but I have my Charms exam in ten minutes…"

"Thanks, Colin," Harry murmured, stepping aside to let him leave the Great Hall. Harry turned to Daphne with an expression that was a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "You don't really think…"

"Stranger things have happened this year."

"Stranger than my Aunt and Uncle setting aside their prejudices and coming here willingly to cheer me on? Although come to think of it, maybe they're here to watch me die a gruesome death. They'll certainly enjoy that," Harry mused.

"At the beginning of the year, nobody thought a Gryffindor and a Slytherin would ever date, let alone fall in love," Daphne whispered, leaning up to brush her lips against his. "Yet here we are. Life is one big surprise, daddy, and I've learned it's much better for one's mental state to learn to go with the flow," she whispered, slowly pulling away from him. She gently freed her hand from his and walked over to where Hermione was waiting for her. "We'll catch up with you as soon as the exam is over," she said, giving him an encouraging smile.

Harry nodded and watched them leave before sighing and turning around to walk back into the Great Hall. He walked past all the tables before turning left and making his way to the room he had entered all those months ago when his name had unexpectedly popped out of the Goblet of Fire. Life had been much simpler back then, not that he'd ever wish for things to be any different than they were now.

Without the Tournament, he'd probably never have met Daphne.

That fact alone made up for everything the stupid contest had put him through.

It'll be over tonight, he reminded himself. Then I can move on with my life.

He pushed open the door, looking around the dimly lit room in confusion. There was a small fire in the fireplace, flooding the room with warmth and a dull orange glow. Krum and his dark-haired mother stood close to it, conversing in rapid Bulgarian. Cedric and his parents were by the only window in the room, staring out at the massive maze erected where the Quidditch stadium normally stood.

Gabrielle and Fleur stood with their parents in the center of the room. Their mother was practically indistinguishable from them while their father was a short, portly man with a jovial smile and a lit cigar in his hands. Gabrielle looked around at the sound of the door opening and when she saw who it was, smiled and waved.

Harry grinned and returned the gesture.

"There you are, darling," Amelia said, shutting the tiny compact in her hand and slipping it into her purse.

Harry turned around, his eyes widening at the sight of Cyrus and Amelia Greengrass. While they had originally planned to stay until the end of the Tournament, Fudge had called a session of the Wizengamot to pick Crouch's successor, necessitating their return to London. Harry had not expected to see them again until he went to visit Daphne over summer break.

"Mister and Misses… Amelia and Mister Greengrass?"

"Hello, dear," Amelia murmured, pulling a stunned Harry into a hug. "You look famished, as always. Maybe I need to have a talk with Dumbledore about the quality of food," she muttered, turning Harry towards the fireplace so she could inspect him.

"Let him breathe, Lia. He's not one of your prized unicorns," Cyrus said, rolling his eyes fondly.

"I'm just saying he needs to eat more, Cyrus," Amelia admonished gently. "My daughters are dissolute brats who have no appreciation for me but I'm sure you wouldn't mind me sending you a parcel of homemade food every now and then, would you, dear?"

"I… uhm… I'd love that, Amelia," Harry murmured shyly, staring at the woman who looked so much like an older version of Daphne. She had aged flawlessly and probably looked more at home attending galas and hosting fundraisers than cooking her daughter's boyfriend a pie.

She was everything his Aunt pretended to be, and so much more.

"I didn't know you were coming," Harry said as Amelia finally pulled away from him.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, son," Cyrus replied with a warm smile. He clasped Harry's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Feeling ready for the Final Task?"

Harry nodded. "As ready as I can be, sir."

"Well, that's good to hear. I will leave my wife in your capable hands."

"You're… leaving?" Harry asked, frowning slightly. Didn't he want to meet his daughters before he left?

"I will be back before the Task starts. I have a business partner in London who is getting too big for his boots," Cyrus said mildly. He ran a hand over his perfectly tailored pin-striped suit, smoothening it. "It's high time I dropped by and… drilled some sense into him. I just wanted to have a word with Dumbledore and meet you before I left."

"Oh, okay." Harry frowned. His last interaction with the Headmaster hadn't exactly gone as planned. Just as he was wondering if there was a way to pull Mr. Greengrass aside and share his concerns with the man, Amelia locked her arm with his.

"Don't worry, honey pie. Harry will take good care of me. He's taking me shopping. I need a new gown for the Ministry Ball. You don't own a tuxedo, do you, Harry?"

"Uhm, no?" Harry squeaked. He had the simple suit Daphne had made him buy from the Hogsmeade branch of Twilfitt's, but he doubted Amelia had something that basic in mind. Daphne had once warned him that she was a discerning shopper and he had gotten a taste of that when she had spent three hours trying on dresses to pick the perfect one for their anniversary date. Harry had a sneaking suspicion she had gotten that habit from her mother. "Do I need one?"

"Well, we can't have you and Daphne's debut as a couple with you wearing jeans and an oversized shirt, dear."

Cyrus laughed. "I wish you luck, son. Just remember darling, he has a tournament to win in six hours. My wife loses track of time while shopping." He winked at Harry before walking out of the room, chuckling quietly.

"Shall we, dear?"

Harry gulped and nodded.

Number 4, Privet Drive:

"Don't you worry about what your Professor said," Petunia sniffled angrily as they walked into the dark house. "She doesn't understand you Dudders. Not like I do."

"Pah." Vernon huffed as he shut the door behind him. "They're why he has low grades, Petunia. Don't know how to teach and think they can pass the blame onto our son. They're what's wrong with this country, I tell you. Wouldn't be surprised if those freaks told them to keep our Dudders down."

Dudley, busy devouring a bacon sandwich, simply grunted. "Ih'll bhe in mhy rhoom," he mumbled through a mouthful of bread. The wood creaked under his weight as he stomped up the stairs.

"Such a special boy. Everyone treats him so unfairly," Petunia sniffled, delicately dabbing the corner of her eyes with the handkerchief in her hands.

"Don't worry. I'll have a chat with the Dean tomorrow. Make sure his Professors see the error of their ways," Vernon muttered, waddling into their living room. He flipped the light switch, a high-pitched shriek escaping his lips at the sight of the man waiting for them in their living room.

Cyrus Greengrass was lounging in his favorite armchair, twirling his wand carelessly between his fingers.

"It's good to see you again, Vernon," Cyrus said cheerfully. He waved his wand, causing the large sofa to spring to life. It flew in the air until it was behind Vernon and Petunia and then it inched forward, pressing against their knees and making them sit down on it. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I hate to drop by on such short notice but we need to have a conversation, Vernon."

"W-who… who are you?" Petunia squeaked as her husband wrapped his beefy arms around her frame.

"He's the freak I told you about!" Vernon yelled, turning his beady eyes towards Cyrus. "The one who dropped by my office and killed all your plants."

Cyrus snorted. "They were already dying. In fact, you told your assistant to buy replacements just a day before our meeting, did you not?"

"H-how do you know that?! How do you know where we live?!"

"Good question," Cyrus murmured, picking up the tumbler of whiskey from the table and taking a sip.

For such a despicable human, he sure does have good taste, Cyrus mused, rolling the amber liquid around on his tongue before swallowing.

"It was… incredibly difficult, let me tell you. The wards around this house are extraordinarily strong. There is no record of this place in the Ministry, and no way to magically locate or plot this building. No way, in fact, to travel to this place via any means that is remotely magical." Cyrus took another sip and sighed contentedly. "I suspect Dumbledore has a way around that last one but he seemed rather reluctant to let me establish contact with you. I didn't bother to tell him we've already met, of course."

"We did though. I thought we had an agreement. I didn't even tell anyone about it," Vernon wailed, his voice trembling.

Cyrus tutted. "Hasn't anyone taught you that it's rude to interrupt someone while they're talking? Now, be a good man and apologize for the interruption."

Vernon turned red. "Now listen here," he growled, removing his arms from around Petunia and turning to Cyrus with a threatening expression. His bravado died the minute Cyrus calmly raised his wand and used it to summon the bottle of whiskey from the kitchen. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, shrinking back into the sofa.

"Thank you. As I was saying, I had to get creative to find this house. I remembered how agreeable the guard at your factory was after I gave him a gold coin. So I paid your assistant fifty galleons to tell me where you live," Cyrus finished proudly.

Work smarter, not harder, that was what he always told his girls.

He topped up his glass, watching Vernon mumble under his breath.

"W-what do you want?" Petunia finally spoke, her voice just as shaky as her husband's.

Cyrus turned to the woman, unable to hide the surprise on his face. This was the sister of Lily Evans? Surely not.

Maybe Unspeakable Thomas is right. Our emotions do affect our physical appearance. Hate does funny things to a person.

"I'm here to talk about what will happen when Harry comes here for the summer."

Petunia narrows her eyes, her anger overriding her sense of self-preservation. "If you think you can waltz in here and tell me what to do with my no-good nephew-"

"That's exactly why I'm here," Cyrus growled, cutting her off. After his initial meeting with Vernon, he had done some digging. What he found had disturbed him, to say the least. It was a testament to James and Lily and Harry himself that he had turned out to be a kind and well-adjusted adult despite the treatment he had suffered at the hands of his relatives. "The only reason you two and that stain on humanity that you call your son aren't pickled frogs in jars in my office is because I don't care for the paperwork that would involve. Test me or insult Harry again and I will happily change my mind."

Vernon and Petunia shrank into the sofa at the sight of the wand pointed at them.

Cowed into submission, Petunia cleared her throat and continued in a softer, more conciliatory tone. "He has his own room. We give him everything he needs. What more do you want us to do?"

"He will come live with you but he will probably not be alone. Knowing my daughter, I'm certain she will demand to come along with him. I remember when I was young and in love. I couldn't bear to stay away from Lia for even a day, let alone an entire week."

"ANOTHER FREA-"

Vernon's yell was cut short by Petunia furiously elbowing his side.

"Uh… I mean…" Vernon's beady eyes remained fixed on the wand pointed at them. "A week, you say?" he squeaked, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yes." Cyrus took another sip from his glass and leaned back into the armchair with a sigh. "I'm renovating a lovely seaside cottage in Cornwall for them but Dumbledore insists that Harry needs to stay here at least for a week. I don't have the power to overrule him and I'm not going to waste my energy in trying."

Work smarter, not harder.

"So they will stay here for a week while my wife and I get their new home ready for them. You or your son will not insult them in any way. If you don't talk to them at all, that'll be even better. I've… what's the term Muggles use?" Cyrus tapped his chin, trying to remember the word the spy had used in the movie he had watched with Lia the week before. "Ah, yes. I have bugged this house. Act in a way that is unacceptable and I will know. Harry and Daphne will not do any chores, not unless your son does them too. You will treat them as honored guests. You will apologize to Harry for all the mistreatment he has suffered at your hands. You will never again so much as lay a finger on him."

"And if we don't?" Petunia asked, her anger warring with her fear. Who was this man to tell her how to run her own house?

"I'll kill you," Cyrus said simply. "I'm not a good man, Petunia Dursley. I won't lose sleep over it. I've killed to protect my family before and I'll do it again without any hesitation. And you won't even see it coming."

Cyrus stood, his mission accomplished. "You don't mind if I keep this bottle, do you?" He picked up the bottle of whiskey.

Vernon shook his head mutely.

Cyrus started to walk out of the room, pausing mid-way and turning around to look at the couple.

"Remember when you told me about Harry's no-good, mass-murdering godfather, Vernon? Is his name Sirius Black by any chance?"

"Yeah," Vernon mumbled, sounding defeated. "That fella who was on the telly a couple of years ago."

"Is Harry in touch with him?"

"Dunno. The boy says he is. Said his godfather checks in on him every few days last summer."

"Huh. Interesting."

History of Magic Classroom, Thirty Minutes Before The Third Task:

"Hey, Hedwig got me your note. Is everything alright?! Are you feeling okay-" Harry burst into the classroom, panting and out of breath from having run up three flights of stairs. He paused mid-sentence at the sight that greeted him, his eyes bulging and breath hitching.

"Close the door please, Harry," Daphne murmured, giving him a nervous smile.

Harry numbly shut the door behind him and took a hesitant step into the deserted classroom. He had run through a lot of different scenarios in his head when Hedwig had delivered Daphne's note to him just as he was returning from shopping with Amelia but he had never expected… this.

"So, how was your day with the Dursleys?"

"It wasn't them, actually. Your parents came to see the Task. I spent the day shopping with your mom."

Daphne chuckled. "I bet you have a newfound appreciation for our shopping trips now. I'm not as much of a hassle, am I?" she teased with an impish smile.

Harry shook his head resolutely. He was walking towards her even as they talked, his legs working on autopilot. "I know better than to choose between mother and daughter."

This time Daphne laughed for real, feeling true joy for the first time in a week. "You're learning, Harry Potter. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

Harry was now mere feet away from her. Daphne was leaning against the large teacher's desk. The polished oak table was devoid of its usual scrolls and books. Her long blonde hair, which was normally secured in a simple ponytail or fell freely down to her lower back in waves, was now in two pigtails, each of them kept in place by bright green ribbons.

The innocence given off by her hairstyle and the expression on her face was completely destroyed by her plump, blood-red lips and the dress she wore. It was the usual Hogwarts uniform, but in name only. Her green stockings were now satin and see-through, leaving her slender, perfectly shaped legs on full display. Her gray skirt barely covered her firm butt instead of going down to her knees. She had ditched her robes and her white blouse was three sizes smaller than usual. It hugged her curves and was so tight she couldn't button it all the way. Her massive D-cups strained against the thin white fabric, her pink nipples stiff and poking through the cloth.

She had completed the look with her green and silver tie loosely hanging from her neck. The collar he had put on her was something she never took off, but there was now a new addition to her getup. While the rest of her uniform conformed to the Slytherin code, she wore a red and gold headband that she had to have borrowed from someone in Gryffindor.

"Daphne I have…" He was running late, but there was nowhere else he wanted to be at that very moment. If he could stop time and spend the rest of his life with her, he would have done so in a heartbeat. He took another step towards her, his body ignoring his mind.

"I know," Daphne whispered, closing the distance between them. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her breasts against his firm chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "We'll be quick, I promise. I just want you to remember why you have to stay alive. I want you to carry the memory of what we're about to do into that stupid maze," she murmured, slowly kissing up to his perfect jawline.

"The memory of a very naughty schoolgirl?"

Daphne smiled and kissed his jaw. "One of many, many costumes I intend to put on for my husband. My body is his and I intend to make sure he experiences every pleasure in existence and some that I invent along the way." She paused, her tone growing serious. "You have to live and come back to me, Harry. I can't… I can't do this alone." Her eyes flickered down for a second before she raised her gaze to look at him. "I need you."

"I'm not going anywhere, love. I promise," Harry whispered, before grinning. "Besides, your mother accidentally let it slip that your parents are letting us borrow their beach house for the summer. Do you really think I'm leaving this world without seeing you in a bikini?" Harry teased, deciding to lighten the mood.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "I wore one in the Prefect's bathroom."

Harry laughed and shook his head. "That was floss, not a bikini."

"I promise I'll wear one that's even skimpier when we go down to the beach," Daphne teased, her eager fingers already undoing Harry's belt and the button of his trousers.

"And what if there's someone else at the beach?"

"You'll just have to remind them who I belong to."

"Hnghhh," Harry groaned in relief as Daphne pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, his throbbing manhood springing free. "I hope your exam went well?" Harry rasped, his throat suddenly dry.

Daphne changed gears, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes. "It went so badly, sir," Daphne sobbed, biting her lower lip. "I can't fail, sir. This was my last chance. They said they'd kick me out if I failed this time. Can you help me, please?" Daphne begged, stepping away from him. She twirled one of her pigtails around her finger, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Help you, Miss Greengrass?"

Daphne nodded. "Please, sir. I'll do anything."

"Anything I want?"

"Anything."

Harry stepped out of the trousers pooling around his ankles, grabbed her hips, turned her around, and roughly bent her over the desk.

"Sir!" Daphne squealed as the skirt rode up, revealing her pink ass to him, the handprints from her last spanking still faintly outlined on her alabaster skin. Despite her playful squirming and struggling she spread her legs, giving him an unobstructed view of her pink lips and the thick trickle of her arousal that hung from them. Her thighs were already slick, gleaming with the juices leaking out of her needy pussy.

"And why have you been failing so many tests, Miss Greengrass?" Harry growled, lazily massaging her ass. His fingers sank into her firm cheeks as he kneaded her ass, the creamy globes jiggling as he played with them.

"It's… it's your fault, sir!" Daphne moaned, spreading her legs further. She had waited for this moment for an entire week, planned everything meticulously to make sure she was irresistible to Harry. She needed him to fuck her and fuck her hard, to quench the never-ending flame burning in her core.

"My fault?"

SMACK!

Daphne groaned as his palm made contact with her aching ass, the pain blooming in her backside causing another gush of arousal to leak out of her and stain her stockings.

"How is it my fault, silly girl?"

"Well, sir-" She wiggled her cute bum, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist.

SMACK!

"Ah!" Daphne mewled, a dazed smile on her face. "My tattoo keeps tingling every time you think of me and I keep imagining all the naughty things you'll do to me. I get distracted all the time," she whispered, looking back at him with the same innocent expression on her face. She bit her lip, hiding her smile at the sight of his twitching cock.

Naughty girls get dicked down to within an inch of their life.

She didn't have to wait too long for her wish to come true. Harry pushed her down on the desk, grasping her shoulder to keep her in place. His free hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He guided the tip of his throbbing cock to her slick slit and Daphne moaned quietly, the world around her fading as her focus shifted to the man behind her.

"Silly girl," Harry said fondly, his love for her shining through the gentle admonishment. "You'll have to earn your O, Miss Greengrass."

"I'll try my best- SIR!" Daphne screamed as he impaled her tight pussy with a firm thrust. His girth stretched out her walls as his shaft plunged deep into her belly, right into her very core.

"Harry," Daphne keened, her legs trembling as his tip brushed against her G-spot. She could feel him deep in her belly, her walls burning and aching as they were stretched to their limits.

Harry's hands shifted to the base of her pigtails, grabbing them for leverage and to pin her in place as he started to piston in and out of her. He pulled her up, flush against his chest.

"I love you," Harry rasped. He pounded in and out of her, his cock gleaming as it was quickly coated with her juices. Every thrust pushed him deep inside her tight core, her walls fluttering and clamping down on his shaft like a velvet glove. They massaged his cock, milking him for his seed. His eyes flickered to the gentle bounce of her chest as he thrust in and out of her and his hand shifted to her bosom, quickly unbuttoning her blouse and freeing her creamy mounds.

"Love… you…" Daphne mumbled, not having the ability to speak. The snitch on her thigh had zipped to her clit and buzzed harshly without warning. "SIR!" Daphne screamed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her heavy breasts began to leak as they bounced, streams of milk leaking from her stiff nipples and flowing down her slightly curved belly.

"Pulsum," Harry whispered, his thumb brushing against the ruby set into the hilt of the plug nestled in her ass before he grabbed her pigtails once more. The butt plug began to vibrate in time with the snitch and Harry paused, recalibrating his thrusts to be in tune with the vibrations.

"P-p-please," Daphne begged deliriously, out of her mind with pleasure.

Harry wasn't any better. He grunted quietly as he sped up, desperately pistoning in and out of her slick core. Her juices were freely flowing down her legs, every thrust causing a few drops to fly around and splatter on her ass or his thighs. "You've been a very bad girl," Harry growled, playfully spanking her ass as he rode her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his heavy balls smacked against her thighs with every thrust. Harry sped up, consumed by the desperate urge to breed his pretty pixie.

"So… bad…" Daphne gasped. Her hands grabbed her bouncing breasts, lazily pinching the stiff rosy peaks that crowned the creamy mounds. She rolled them between her fingers, the stinging caused by the pinching only serving to heighten her pleasure. "Punish me…" she whined, her toes curling as tension coiled in the pit of her belly.

"After the task," Harry groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his balls tightened. After a week of celibacy, he was ready to explode and was only holding on through sheer willpower.

"Promise?"

"Promise." Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on the snitch, bending it to his will.

Daphne screamed as the snitch jolted against her sensitive nub. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure lit her nerves on fire and she came undone with a loud moan, her juices squirting all over and around the shaft thrusting in and out of her. She went limp in Harry's arms, mewling softly as she tried to ride out the orgasm consuming her mind and body.

Harry swayed in place as her walls clamped down on his shaft in a grip of velvet iron without any warning but he gritted his teeth and kept going, determined to last as long as possible. It was impossible to overcome the tightness of her snug pussy and the walls gently massaging his shaft, however, and he tumbled over the edge not long after her. He pushed deep inside her one last time, burying his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his roar as he came.

They collapsed onto the desk with him still sheathed inside her, his twitching cock filling her with rope after rope of his thick, warm seed. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, a deliriously happy smile on her face as they cuddled.

"Harry?" Daphne asked softly. Her eyes were fixed on the trickle of his seed leaking out of her and snaking down her thigh. She couldn't keep it to herself any longer, she just couldn't.

"Hmm?"

"I have to tell you-" She was interrupted by the loud ringing of the school bell, the sound magically echoing throughout the castle.

Harry's eyes widened. "Shit!" He swore, his post-orgasmic bliss evaporating in an instant. "The Task starts in fifteen minutes."

Daphne groaned as he pulled out of her and rushed to grab his pants, hopping on one leg and then the next as he pulled first his boxers and then his trousers up his legs. He turned to her with concern etched on his face. "You were saying something, princess?"

Daphne shook her head. "It's not important. I can tell you after the Task," she said, shooting him a happy smile. "You should go. I'll join the audience once I've cleaned up, okay? I'll sit with my parents."

Harry nodded and ran over to kiss her forehead. "Love you."

"Love you too," Daphne whispered, watching the father of her unborn child run out of the room and straight into the jaws of danger.

I want more Dursley bashing in stories, am I wrong? Cyrus is going to teach Vernon and Petunia some manners... the hard way.

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