It was the Yule Ball, and Daphne was watching the other students dance from her seat. Her date, Blaise, sat next to her. He was gently rubbing her thigh, trying to get her in the mood for sex. She already was in the mood, but enjoyed making him squirm. She looked around the room, at all of the men that she had fucked. Some of them glanced at her, smirks on their faces, their eyes on her chest. Blaise's hand cupped the mound between her thighs. He was getting antsy. Daphne decided to stop teasing him. She pulled him to his feet and led him out of the Great Hall. They found an empty classroom and Blaise lifted Daphne onto a desk. He spread her legs and lifted her dress. He dragged her panties to her ankles and began loosening his own pants.

"Draco's stuck fucking Pansy. But tonight I have the pleasure of fucking you." He bragged.

His erect cock soon came free from his pants.

"Just shut up and fuck me already!" Daphne said, pulling him closer by his dress robes.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. Daphne gasped as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Blaise started to kiss the exposed skin near her breasts. He tore away the fabric to reveal them and began to lick and leave small bites. She moaned and pushed him closer to her. He detached from her and moaned as he orgasmed into her. He rubbed her clit and thrusted a few more times into her until she reached her own climax. They panted against one another as they came down from their highs. Blaise pulled out and fixed his pants.

"Do you want me to send the next bloke in?" He winked at her.

"Oh shut up! I'll find my own bloke, thank you very much!" She slapped him playfully.

"I'm just saying. We could get an assembly line going here. Charge and get rich quick." He teased.

"I'm not a prostitute!"

"No, just a slut."

"Oh shut up! Leave now before I decide to never give you some ever again!" She pointed to the door.

He smiled at her and chuckled at her reaction before leaving. Daphne sighed, hating his comments. She knew she was a slut, but it just felt so good. She looked at her panties, hanging off of her ankles, and decided to leave them here and look for some more fun, possibly on the dance floor. She knew how to do it so inconspicuously that the teachers would never notice. She smirked to herself and hopped off of the desk.

If there are any people you want to see Daphne with, tell me and I'll make it happen (probably).