Chapter 19 - Chapter 15: Daphne Greengrass- Part 1

As one of the castle's most exceptional students, Daphne did not tend to lose her concentration in class.

She was above petty distractions and had mastered the art of tuning out whatever childish 'tomfoolery' (As the Professor would call it) the wizards in class were up to. She focused her entire concentration on the task at hand and received perfect marks.

But recently, the mettle of her mind was being annoyingly tested. As Professor McGonagall spoke at the front of the class, Daphne only focused on two things: her organized notes and the Professor's lecture.

Certainly not the giggling, gasping sluts in the row across from her.

Her thin, elegant brows gave the slightest twitch as her ears betrayed her, recognizing a soft, quiet, "H-harry💞"

She let the faintest breath escape from her nose and reorganized her thoughts on the Transfiguration lesson of the day. Daphne didn't need to glance over to see what she already knew. Harry Potter, the wizarding world's greatest 'hero', was acting like an animal. Presumably, with his hands buried down some slutty Witch's knickers.

Daphne didn't pay this any mind. For her, this had strangely become an everyday occurrence.

It hadn't been even a week since Daphne discovered Harry's vulgar proclivities. She'd caught the bastard lifting her skirt in Potions! And that was after he'd done some trick to unclasp her brassiere. She was more confused than angry and didn't understand what he was after. She brushed off his silly spell with nary even an eye-roll. She thought it must be some ridiculous, juvenile way to get her attention.

Daphne couldn't conceive why a wizard would ever want to get a look at her bum.

So she shrugged it off like the pathetic 'joke' it was and didn't even give him her attention. Then he took it further... and used some trick to create the feeling of a hand touching her... in a most inappropriate place. She'd been so shocked that she had her wand firing a hex between Potter's eyes before she even knew how to react properly.

He'd ducked out of the way and gave her a cheeky grin and a wink in response, shrugging off the spell like it was just part of the game he was playing with her.

Daphne was even more confused and couldn't think what he was trying to do here. To get a rouse out of her? To what end? Surely, this wasn't some horrid attempt at courtship, was it? She knew herself to be one of Hogwarts' most appealing prospects for a wizard Lord's future wife... But courtship was usually held off until after graduation, when a Witch's prospective value could be ascertained through her academic accomplishments and pursuits.

It wasn't until several days later that Daphne finally realised what it was. It wasn't courtship at all. It was something even more unbelievable.

Her first clue was the rest of that Potions lesson. Daphne watched indifferently as Harry began 'playing' with her partner, Tracey Davis. The brown-haired witch seemed delighted to have Harry's magic coiling around her. Molesting her chest and buttocks.

At the time, Daphne still didn't understand what the point of this was. But Tracey was giggling and failing to hide a grin like Daphne had never seen before. She nearly put a stop to it right then. Not because she was put off. But because Tracey's strange noises might disturb the class, and thus lose them House Points or marks on their Potion.

It wasn't until a bit later that Daphne came to a jarring realisation... This entire ordeal... it was about SEX!

Harry Potter had made this abundantly clear—in a way so obvious that even she could understand. She saw him sliding his hands down into Granger's knickers or shoving Lavender into a broom cupboard. Finally, she'd slipped off to the Ladies' room to powder her nose, and walked in on Susan Bones,of all witches, squealing like a pig with Harry holding her bent over a sink and slamming into her from behind.

She realised this was SEX.

It was everything her mother had warned her away from, but far more shocking than her mother had ever detailed.

Elizabeth Greengrass wanted to protect her daughter's 'pure' mind by keeping her as far from perverse ideas as possible. That meant that concepts of sex beyond a rudimentary understanding of the biological function didn't exist in her daughter's mind.

So Daphne walking in on the unabashed sight of two naked young adults indulging in hot, sweaty, hip-slapping sex had run a shock through her system.

What made matters worse, was Daphne's further realisation of Harry's intentions. He wasn't just a wizard with some strange, animalistic desire to rut. He was a wizard who wanted to have sex with HER.

She was perplexed.

While ordinarily drawing attention from an already famous heir to a respectable wizard family would be something she could take pride in as a Witch... She was far, far too young to be with child. She was only twenty! It wasn't something she would even consider until graduation and at least five years of experience in her future career.

Her thoughts were far from any other Witch that would be in her place. Instead of being aroused or excited by the prospect, Daphne was confused and wondered out to proceed. Her mother hadn't prepared her for such an aggressive method of courtship, if she could even call it that anymore.

'Why is he so fixated on sex anyway?' Daphne pondered on this question. In her mind, pleasure was never a factor.

Instead, she reached an opposite conclusion, 'It must be either his family or politics.' She reasoned, 'He's the last Potter. So perhaps the Bones Family secretly married their daughter to him, promising that she would give him an heir quickly...'

Her mind went in such circles, using any leaps of logic she could make to reason this all away. But for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why there were so many women involved!

In just a few days, Daphne had marked Granger, Brown, and Bones. Then she caught the only Weasley daughter clinging to him over the weekend, while both of the Patil sisters had dragged him away whilst wearing the same looks on their faces as she'd seen on Susan's during her... affair with Harry Potter in the Ladies' room.

Now anytime a woman gave Harry a fluttery glance or a meaningful smile, Daphne found her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

'This is so stupid..!' She pressed a finger to her temple, 'He can't be marrying half the castle..!' Logically, her mind insisted that something else was going on... but this wasn't something she could understand.

She released an uncharacteristically sudden huff, then straightened herself up and turned her shoulder. The class fell quiet quickly after McGonagall dismissed them.

She glanced around the room, 'Where is he..?' Wondering if she would catch him tugging up his trousers or quickly buttoning back up the blouse of the girl next to him on the bench.

Instead, her eyes wandered fruitlessly. She spied no hint of Potter and figured he slipped out of the class the moment McGonagall ended the lecture.

Daphne slid her books into her bag and rose out of her seat alongside the rest of the class.

"Ah. Miss Greengrass, a moment please." The Professor called out from the front of the class, making Daphne stop.

"Yes, Professor."

…

"Miss Greengrass… I know you're a particularly observant pupil. That's why I would like to ask you if you have noticed anything… particularly odd around the castle as of late?" McGonagall politely led into a direct question.

'Particularly odd?' Daphne thought drolly, 'You mean how Harry Potter is humping girls like a rabbit? You'd have to be blind and deaf to not notice such a thing...' Of course, she would never say such a disrespectful thing to a Professor.

Instead, she furrowed her brow and shook her head, "Odd? Not particularly, Professor. What could this be about?"

'It's none of my business.' Daphne said internally. She wasn't covering for Potter. She simply intended to stay out of this mess. That meant acting innocent for Professor McGonagall.

"Well, if you haven't, then that's fine." Minerva McGonagall pursed her lips as she nodded. She looked as if she hadn't expected a definitive answer from Daphne, "Just some rumors… Nothing to worry about. But I would like to remind you that if you're ever made to feel uncomfortable or pressured, you can come to me anytime. Or, your own Head of House if that's what you'd prefer…"

"Thank you, Professor," Daphne said politely.

She was quiet for a brief pause, one moment from turning on her heel and quietly leaving the classroom... Only to find herself opening her mouth again, "Is this… concerning the castle's guests?"

A part of Daphne's rational mind silently wondered what she was doing. Avoiding the problem was a matter of course for her. As a student, she was a fly on the wall to the castle drama. But this was more than just playing innocent. Was she trying to lead McGonagall astray? Why? For what purpose?

Minerva's gaze slightly narrowed. Then her yellow cat-like eyes glanced to the classroom's tall castle windows as she mused, "Perhaps… The timing would be close…" She began to mutter to herself, "But I have a feeling that's not right…"

Silently, Daphne wondered if McGonagall was genuinely oblivious to something so obvious. If so, Daphne had to give Potter a begrudging respect, wondering how he managed to keep the Professors and the male students ignorant of his reckless proclivities.

...

As Daphne left the classroom she found her gait slowing as the other students walked ahead of her in the halls.

She glanced around but saw no sign of Harry Potter nor his usual group of trollops. Her eyes narrowed as she did spy on someone in particular.

Daphne straightened her back and walked over to a group of rather loudly giggling girls. She glanced around, just making sure no wizards were paying enough attention to associate her with them as she approached.

There were a few Gryffindors gathered around Hermione, which was odd. Hermione had never been the center of attention, at least not outside of class. They seemed particularly enthralled, hanging on her every word.

Daphne found her own curiosity piqued. She walked over to them, taking no care to mask her approach.

One of the girls saw her, and gave the faintest hint of surprise. She quickly nudged Hermione on the shoulder. The muggle-born girl turned her head and bloomed a smile as if she was truly happy to see Daphne and had been expecting her the entire time.

"Good afternoon, Daphne~"

'Not bad.' Daphne respected Hermione's performance more than the other Gryffindors, who had failed to hide their surprise upon seeing her, 'But... not good enough...' Daphne's keen eyes caught Hermione 'innocently' tucking something away into her bag. Something that had all the girls enthralled.

"To you as well, Granger." She gave subtle nods to the other girls, Dunbar and Vane, but didn't recognise the other two.

Hermione smiled happily, as if the greeting had brightened up her day, and Daphne had to resist groaning.

"So." She spoke rather tersely, "I just thought I'd mention that McGonagall held me back after class, rather concerned about certain... unusual behaviour around the castle... I don't suppose she's asked you the same?"

Hermione smiled without worry, "Oh, heavens no! The Professor knows her sweet lion cubs wouldn't get up to any mischief, right girls?"

"Perish the thought."

"Not us. We're much too busy studying."

After the last few days, those innocent, sweet-looking smiles appeared a bit annoying to Daphne, "I see. It seems our esteemed Professor has her work cut out for her then." Daphne paused briefly and then looked down to Hermione's bag.

Her curiosity got the better of her, "Something interesting about today's notes, Granger?"

Before she even spoke, Daphne felt as if she'd miss-stepped.

There was nothing particularly odd about Hermione's smile... but something in her eyes made Daphne tense. Her bright, sparkling grin... felt like a snare. It said 'Oh, I'm so glad you asked'

"Oh very much about today's class was interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Hermione happily chirped as she dug in her bottomless bookbag to fetch appropriate papers.

At the same time, Dunbar scooted closer to Daphne, brushing the woman's shoulder as the girls closed the circle to prevent onlookers. Then, the 'Notes' of the class were presented to Daphne's eyes.

Daphne silently stared.

"Oh?" Hermione's grin deepened as she spoke. "You don't seem very surprised, Greengrass. You must take very good notes indeed!"

Not a speck of emotion showed on Daphne's face, not even a raised brow... as her green, emotionless eyes looked down on a set of raunchy, magically moving pictures.

The young 'Ladies' gathered around her were all holding out shameless, magically captured photographs of naked curvy Witches engaged in wild, obscene sex. All sorts of different sex acts and positions were laid out before her eyes.

But all the images shared one thing in common.

A tall, well-built young man standing completely naked, with shaggy black hair, and vibrant green eyes. Harry Potter.

The first one showed nothing but a naked woman's torso and hips. The focus of the image was on an impressively large pair of breasts bouncing wildly from intense rocking motions. At the bottom, Daphne saw a Witch's naked cunt getting split open by a thick, veiny thing that she could only assume was a penis. Their colliding sexes were splashing with juices every time Harry slammed his hips forward.

"Hmph." Was all Daphne said as she was presented with this sight. Then her cold green eyes floated over to the next image.

Inwardly, this one was confusing to Daphne, 'Is that… semen? Why is it on her face? And why does she look so happy about it?' She wondered if it was a matter of satisfying womanly pride..?

The woman looked utterly pleased about it, but Daphne could hardly tell. Harry's massive cock was draped over the woman's face, covering her eyes. His huge length was still erect and twitching, showing Daphne in vivid detail its incredible size and thickness. The woman beneath that obscene thing was completely unrecognizable. Her cheeks were caked white in viscous cream. What she could only assume was semen from what she'd seen of the stuff leaking out of the girls Harry had been fucking with in front of her.

Because of that, Daphne couldn't even begin to guess which one of the sluts this picture was featuring. Hell, it could've been Tracey for all she knew! Though the hair was obviously too dark for that.

Daphne glanced at a few more similar images of shameless debauchery and wild sex. Each one of them showed off a completely different idea of 'Sex' than what she had been raised on.

Her soft pink lips curled up, 'It's so… vulgar. I think I understand what Mother was saying now.' Daphne found truth in her mother's words and turned her nose up in disgust. She could never imagine partaking in such a filthy act herself. She was glad that such things wouldn't be concerning her for many years to come.

The last image caught her eye. For the first time, her face showed a visible reaction. Her mouth slightly fell open. Her eyes softly widened.

The image was a full-body shot, seemingly taken from between the woman's spread-open legs. Daphne saw every excruciating detail. The sweaty glisten of the woman's flushed skin, the way her heaving breasts rose and fell with harsh breaths… and the way her plush thighs opened up to lewdly display the reddened folds of her well-fucked cunt, leaking thick, rich globs of hot wizard seed. The final result of many long hours of non-stop sex.

But it wasn't just the proof of their completion that had her jarred. It was the black ink drawn over the woman's raw sex. Thick, black letters easily readable even in such a small photo, 'Knocked up❤'

…And Daphne's great reaction to this utterly obscene display of raw, unprotected baby-making sex?

'How irresponsible.' She turned her nose up and scoffed.

'I thought wizards were supposed to have more class.' Her opinion of Harry Potter fell in her mind, 'It's one thing to feel pressured to make an heir for your family… but what will you do when she's pregnant? She'll have to withdraw from Hogwarts once people realise..!' Daphne imagined the sorry young woman that would be labeled a slag for getting pregnant out of wedlock whilst still studying as a Hogwarts student.

Hermione was still smiling so innocently while holding an enchanted picture of a slut squealing in ecstasy, "Care to share your thoughts, Daphne? Us girls would love to know."

"..." Daphne scoffed at the matching, thinly veiled grins of the girls in the circle. She looked discretely over her shoulder and slid her wand down her sleeve.

"Oh, don't worry~" Hermione continued, "We've already got it covered." Then her smile seemed to show its true colours, wider and almost snide, "Wouldn't want a wizard to peek over our shoulders and label us all as shameless bints, now would we?"

The other girls all giggled, rolling their eyes and adding in their own bites against 'limp-dicked' wizards.

Daphne sighed, "How crass. At least you've got some level of sense. If you'd really been flashing those... images... about in the middle of the corridor so carelessly... I might've actually gone back to McGonagall."

"Oh relax~" Hermione said playfully, bumping Daphne's elbow, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, Daphne. It's just a little fun."

Daphne seemed to sneer at the phrase and was about to leave when Hermione flashed a new set of images.

"I'm surprised... you've either got the best poker face I've ever seen... or these images truly weren't surprising to you." Hermione said meaningfully, looking at her.

"Ugh." Daphne softly scoffed, looking down at an entirely new set of naked Witches getting fucked in a variety of positions.

These were not the first images of sex Harry had flashed in front of her pure eyes. Whether it was an actual photo or walking in on him during the act itself.

At this point, Daphne was merely looking them over and thinking to herself, 'Hm. Angelina Johnson, too. Shame. I thought she had class.'

Daphne was unbothered and felt no hurry to leave, even though if anyone were to catch her around these images, she'd be mortified. Her life would be over. All the work and dedication she'd put into presenting herself as the ideal, pure-bred Lady would vanish in a heartbeat.

Furthermore, Daphne had no interest in sex. Not in the same way that Tracey or the other 'sluts' in Slytherin seemed to have. To say nothing of the girls beside her.

But... Daphne had a different type of curiosity, which compelled her to stay. It was more similar to an academic curiosity. This was a subject that her mother seemed to gloss over entirely. Here, it was presented to her in gritty, close-up detail.

Daphne's eyes studied the pictures, not out of arousal or excitement, but merely to set expectations for herself in the future. Assuming she would be a lady of a reputable house, she would be expected to bear an heir. This was the clearest example of how the act was done.

There was one thing that Daphne was particularly taken aback by.

'It seems more… violent than I was expecting.' Daphne noted, 'Mother described the act as a woman's 'duty'. Something like a chore. She made it sound dreadfully boring.' While the motions she observed didn't look particularly entertaining, Daphne learned they were more... energetic than she had been expecting.

And another thing…

'His… penis…' Daphne focused on the image, 'It's significantly larger than the expectations mother set for me...' She silently rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, 'What? Did she think I'd be scared off or something? How ridiculous!' Daphne huffed to herself.

'Well…' She looked at the sheer size of the 'penis' in the picture, 'It doesn't seem like something that could fit inside my body… but these women don't seem to have a problem... I wonder if there's a spell for that…'

They lived in a world where entire wizarding schools could fit inside of a boot. Taking something like that inside her body would be a trivial task in comparison.

"So..?" One of the girls, who Daphne did not know the name of, nudged her, "Come on then..! Tell us... Which one's your favourite?"

Daphne scoffed again.

The Ladies, other than Hermione, pouted their lips in disappointment. Hermione herself looked slightly terse, too.

But to their surprise, Daphne had intended to answer, "The fifth."

"..!" Hermione's eyes brightened up. The girls quickly flipped through the stack and pulled out the fifth.

"What? Really?"

"Wow... I really didn't expect that from you..."

Daphne furrowed her brows. They looked at her as if she was the odd one, "What?"

"Eh, no... it's great..! It's just a little extreme, you know..?"

Daphne stared at the picture. It was the picture of a black-haired Witch with her legs spread wide, showing off the thick, messy creampie leaking from her reddened snatch. The woman had Harry's messy cock draped over her face to mask it and a trashy tattoo that read 'Knocked up❤' over her navel. Daphne didn't look at any of that. She just focused on the woman's genitals—the proof of her potential conception.

Daphne huffed, still confused by their reaction, "Why? All the rest are pointless. That one at least had purpose."

The group of women turned her statement over in their heads, taking a second to see her point.

Daphne mused about the pictures for a moment longer and then turned her shoulder to the group.

Curiosity satisfied, she left the group without any sense of lingering shame. She didn't particularly care what kind of impression she'd left in the minds of those girls.

After all, they'd been the ones gossiping and giggling about sex right there in the open hall.

Daphne then went about the rest of her day as usual. All thoughts of the wanton sex in Harry's photographs were already out of her mind.

…

Never once did Daphne recognise the oddly familiar body of the singular woman featured in all of the first set of sex-focused images. The girl who was the new star of the castle, whom Hermione had been so eager to introduce to the rest of the Witches with smutty images of her vigorous deflowering.

With her face always covered by Harry's massive cock or painted with his cum, even her familiar dark, silken hair hadn't made Daphne spare a second thought.

Because the last thing Daphne would ever believe is that her own precious, innocent little sister, Astoria Greengrass, was indulging in reckless, bare-back breeding sex with Harry Potter behind her back.

Slytherin Dorms

Daphne sighed to herself as she quietly slipped into the welcome silence of her dorm room. She closed the door behind herself, grateful that, for once, Tracey was out.

'If I came into her masturbating AGAIN, I'd hex her shrieking lips shut.' She thought as she welcomed the quiet comfort of her room. She took a moment to slide her fingers through her hair and took a step into the room. Her mind was already scheduling the rest of her evening.

A moment of rest, then some light studying before a hot soak in the tub to clear her mind.

But as she was thinking about those things... she felt a strange tingle through her body as she stepped toward her bed. It was like walking directly through the thinnest curtain in the world—a tingle throughout her body.

She'd stepped across a threshold of a magic spell. One that was blocking her senses from what was truly going on in her 'empty' room.

"..!" In an instant, Daphne's stoic visage shattered like broken glass. Her mouth fell open limply as undisguised surprise overtook her usually emotionless expression.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"Yeeees~! FUCK ME, Harry💞~! Rail my slutty little cunt with your big, juicy COCK💕~! Fuuuuck~! My pussy is SO wet right now~! Make me squirt all over Daphne's sheeeeeetssss~!"

Shrieking cries echoed with the sound of hot, colliding flesh. The sheer volume coming from the woman's coarse throat was a testament to the spell craft that contained such noise. Daphne's 'pure' ears were barraged by a string of slutty, whorish words, and the squeals and moans of an utter 'harlot'.

She was so stunned that she stayed there frozen, drinking in a sight far more obscene than she'd ever seen before.

She saw the cut, chiseled figure of Harry Potter kneeling on her bed! His remarkably well-sculpted abs and strong arms flexed to hold the squealing whore in his grasp, his taut physique lightly glistening with sweat. It was a sight that any witch in the castle would likely cream herself to... Yet Daphne didn't even glance at him. Instead, her eyes were locked on something far more dire.

A pair of ripe, plush titties bounced and jumped on a pretty young woman's chest. The soft, doughy mounds of mouth-watering flesh rolled in circular motions, softly smacking together as they came down on her chest. She was kneeling in front of him, taking the slick, slathered length of his beefy cock from behind in brutal fashion. The Witch's plush, springy asscheeks rippled like the ocean from how hard he was hammering her pussy. Her thin, slender arms were jerked behind her, locked in Harry's decisive grasp. He used them like reigns, pulling her body back to slam his cock even deeper into her willing, eager core.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"AH~! AH~! AH~! AH~! Oh fuuuck~! I-It's too much..! MORGANA'S TITS~!" The Witch squealed with more raw emotion.

Daphne's eyes, usually so calm and in control, became panicked. Their rich, green light was focused in pure astonishment at the scene before her. Not at the sight of the couple's frenzied sexes colliding, nor the Witch's marvelous tits dancing energetically on her chest. Her eyes were focused on the woman's face.

The woman's dark, silky black hair, usually so neat and orderly, was a disheveled mess, sweaty and sticking to her skin. Her eyes, sharing the same green light as her own, were rolled back in their sockets in sexual bliss. Her tender pink lips, from which Daphne had never heard even the most modest curse, were stretched open wide and unleashing a torrent of the most vulgar language she'd ever heard.

'No..!' Was the only coherent thought that rang in Daphne's mind. She couldn't believe her own eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest, full of shock, fear, and despair, 'Not her..!'

It was the one person Daphne had never even considered it could be—her own blindspot.

Her mind tormented her with flashes of all the slutty images Hermione had so happily shown her. With vivid clarity, she recalled the little details she hadn't paid the slightest attention to at the time. The Slytherin tie that dangled around the girl's neck. The familiar, rich black hair. The strange resemblance on the face that was covered by Harry's messy cock.

She'd dismissed it all. The face was familiar? Of course, it was! She knew the face of every woman in Slytherin!

But in reality... the truth was much closer to home.

"Yeees~! Fuck my slutty cunt, Harry~💗! Give me another hot creampie! Please, my pussy is BEGGING for it! Pump my thirsty womb full of your rich, WITCH BREEDING CUM~💞!" The voice of the woman she knew oh-so-well cried out with a euphoric tune that was so unlike her, as she drove the final nail in with one vocal cry, "Knock me UP💞~! Breed me right here on my bitchy sister's bed~! I want her to see the creampie leaking down my legs and KNOW how good you FUCKED MEEEE~!"

Daphne was utterly speechless. Her brain stopped all function, hearing such words from her own little sister's lips! Sweet, innocent Astoria Greengrass... Was getting fucked like a bitch-in-heat by Harry Potter.

As Daphne's crumbling mind tried to make sense of it all, she spiraled down in a scattering of thoughts, 'Astoria..? It can't be..! Having sex..! With Harry Potter! Her virginity! She'll never be a bride now! Wait..! Breeding? As in... pregnancy? No..! NO!'

As the 'Black Sheep' of the Greengrass family threw her head back in a lewd squeal, Daphne's fingers twitched.

Then Daphne's mind finally sparked back to life.

Even she wasn't quite sure what she would do in such a situation. Her mind jumped to two quick responses. The first came in a mental question, 'I wonder how much trouble would I be in for hexing the boy-who-lived's bollocks off..?'

Her mouth opened before her wand moved.

"ASTORIA!"

"H-hah?!" Astoria's slender, naked back straightened up as her messy black hair whipped around.

The obscene sounds of copulation came to a sudden halt, leaving the room quiet.

Harry stared into the wide-eyed look of absolute shock on Daphne's face.

It was the most expressive he'd ever seen her before! He smirked victoriously.

"What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing!?" Daphne said in a sharp gasp, staring only at her sister.

'Hm?' Harry raised a brow. With his turgid cock sheathed in the pleasantly snug grip of her sister's fantastic cunt, he'd been ready to duck spells and protect his bollocks after settling on this 'plan'. But rather than hexing his partners in crime, Daphne only turned her gaze on her sister.

"W-what..?" Astoria blinked at her, huffing strewn wisps of hair out of her flushed red face while she tried to make sense of her sudden appearance, "D-daphne?"

Harry watched as Daphne seemed to sour, scowling her pretty, soft-looking pink lips in such a scowl. She crossed her arms beneath the great shelf of her breasts and huffed loudly at her sister.

Then she spoke tensely, "Yes, Daphne. Your sister! The same sister whose bed you happen to be soiling with Harry Potter!"

With her sister berating her, Astoria took several moments to get control of her haggard breathing. She lifted one arm off the bed to brush the hair from her face. Then she sent her sister an irritated glance, "What am I doing..? What does it look like? I'm getting good dick!"

"Hah!" Daphne sharply inhaled, clearly not expecting such a crude response from her sister, "Excuse me?"

"Heh, you're excused..!" Astoria snipped at her sister, "So shut up and let me.. nngh..! Enjoy this..!" She rocked her big, round ass back against his firm pelvis, flashing eyes over her shoulder that made him question why he stopped moving in the first place.

"Stop that this instant, Astoria!" Daphne stomped her foot on the floor, looking pissed as much as a famously 'expressionless' Lady could look, "This is beyond your usual childish tantrums! This is SEX! Do you possibly understand the consequences of your actions here?"

"..." Harry watched with a curious gleam in his eye as Daphne focused single-mindedly on her sister. She hadn't even recognized his presence here, other than being the other end of the dick buried in her sister's 'purity'.

Despite going into this with an idea of what made Daphne Greengrass so special... This was a reaction beyond his wildest expectations.

She was blaming her sister for sex rather than him?

'Ah... no, that does kind of make sense in some twisted kind of way...' Harry reasoned after a moment. Considering how low the sex drive of usual wizards were... Would any other wizard ever suggest wild sex in the bed of the sister of the Witch he was fucking? No. That meant it had to be Astoria's idea, and she'd somehow dragged him into it.

This was precisely why Harry had been so confounded by Daphne Greengrass. He didn't know how to approach her. How to crack her shell. It was apparent his usual blitzkrieg approach wasn't going to work. She'd likely just hex his nads off for the attempt. He'd been nearly burned by that lesson once already.

But... there wasn't some clever scheme that would make Daphne leap willingly into his bed either... So he gathered information, buggered her sister, the usual. Now, he had a brilliant plan.

Just fuck Astoria silly in Daphne's bed and..!

'After that… Well, I'm sure it will work out!' Harry had thought with a chuckle at the time. Ginny beamed him a big grin that said, 'With your dick? Of course, it will!' While Hermione gave him an eyeroll that told him she expected as much.

..Of course, he did actually learn some interesting things about Daphne Greengrass... particularly about the strange traditions of the Greengrass family. He planned to use that against her... to poke holes until she burst...

But this was a wholly unexpected development.

Harry stayed silent for a moment and let the sisters butt heads.

Part of him flared with the urge to grab Astoria's dark tresses and force her head down into the pillow. Then fuck her hard and heavy, looking Daphne in the eye as he conquered her sister's sweet cunt with a silent promise to do the same to her… But if it were that simple, he would've been buggering Daphne's tight little arse for days now.

And… more importantly… Harry had a bigger goal in mind. He wanted to see these two sisters get along. Family was so important to Harry. A man who'd grown up without one, only to find it in the form of an empty manor, a great library of knowledge, and a growing crowd of pregnant Witches.

He saw families like Molly and Ginny... Like the Delacours, or the Patils. Compared to them, seeing these two sisters so hostile to each other was tragic to Harry.

So, for now, he let the two sisters butt heads while he worked out the circumstances of their relationship together... No matter how frustrating it was to let his rising climax simmer with his girthy, eager cock still teased by Astoria's clenched cunt walls. He satisfied himself by grabbing hips and pulling her fat ass back against his hips, softly teasing his cock with a minor movement to his hips.

Then he waited and learned what he could about Daphne Greengrass, now that he had dragged her into an open confrontation.

"Y-you're having sex!" Daphne gasped like it was the most outlandish thing, "Have you lost your senses?! How are you supposed to get married now?! And what would Mother say?! I never would have imagined you would be doing something so irresponsible, Astoria! Have you completely lost your modesty?"

Astoria furrowed her eyebrows, clearly growing more irritated by the minute. Then she bit back, "Oh, shut it! I'd LOVE to hear what Mother has to say about Harry's FAT COCK splitting my horny little cunt open! Her face would be priceless! And as for you- I'm done letting you breathe down my neck! If I want to have sex or masturbate, then I will! I'll frig myself silly and ride Harry's giant cock with a smile on my face! Regardless of what you have to say about it!"

Daphne took a step back as if she'd just been slapped. She was wearing an expression like she didn't even recognize her 'sweet little sister'. The same sister that had grown into a beautiful, well-developed woman and blossomed into what she was always meant to be— A Witch that embraced her sexual desire.

"Now then..!" Astoria's sweet pink lips curled into an impish smile as she threw a hot glance over her shoulder. She reached around behind her to hold Harry's neck and whisper, just loud enough for Daphne to hear, "You're not done with me, are you stud? Because I'm still craving another hot, thick creampie💞"

'If that's how you want to play it...' Harry shared a meaningful smile with her. Even if Daphne was standing right there, his raging erection was still buried balls-deep in her unbelievably hot sister. She could wait until he'd emptied his balls before they worked out this little problem, right?

"Wha-?! Hey!"

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

The loud sound of their smacking hips filled the room once again while Daphne stood there in shocked silence. For a woman who was raised to be as modest as could be, the idea that the two of them would ignore the fact that she was watching, and keep on fucking right there in front of her, had her stunned.

Harry held onto the surprisingly thin slope of Astoria's waist right before the beautifully broad curve of her wider hips began. He stared down at the fat but firm asscheeks of Daphne's big-booty sister as he pounded her tight little pussy raw.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Astoria cried out with delight, fluttering her dark lashes and showing him a lewd smile as she bumped and bounced her juicy butt against his hammering hips.

"S-stop that!" Daphne's voice faltered, failing to reach the same volume as Astoria's loud cries. Then, her weak protests were drowned out altogether by the sounds of hardcore sex as Harry wasted no time tenderizing Astoria's eager, juicy pussy.

"Oh GOD💕~! Your HUGE dick feels SO good, Harry~!" Astoria yelled with emphasis, driving in the point to her sister every time their hips collided.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

Harry grinned and leaned over to take her lips in a passionate, searing hot kiss. Then he flipped her over, making her squeal with excitement. He grabbed the soft flesh of one of her plump thighs and lifted it to sling her knee over his shoulder. With one leg in the air, Astoria cried out loudly, her head falling back onto the bedsheets as his prodigious length prodded a new depth in her sensitive cunt.

This way, Daphne could see all the intimate details of her sister's lovely red pussy in all its glistening glory. The way her plump mons were getting stretched so widely by his beefy cock.

"Oh fuck, yeeees💞~!" Astoria cried out with utter excitement as he hammered his cock deeper in this position. Every piercing thrust bumped his flaring tip against the entrance of her womb, making her grab the sheets as she let her voice out.

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!

"This tight cunt..!" Harry roared and pushed her head down into the mattress, fully leaning over her petite, fat-assed figure. He drove his cock harshly against her quaking booty meat and grunted, "Gonna make me cum..!"

"Yees~! Finally~! Pump me full of your amazing cum, Harry~! I can feel it filling up my belly..! Knock me up right in front of my sister~!"

With Astoria begging to be bred, Harry gladly obliged. He roughly bent forward, fingers digging into her hips while he primed his cocktip at the gates of her womb and flooded her tunnel with thick, fertile seed right there in front of her sister.

"Oh fuck..!" Harry cursed under his breath, feeling her cunt desperately milk his cock with its spasming grip. He bucked his hips deeply against her, enjoying every moment of her scorching heat wrapped around his prick.

There was something extra hot about pumping this sexy, fat-assed Witch full of his cum, in front of her own sister, on her sister's bed while she was begging for it. It ramped up his deep-seated instincts to plant his seed in her fertile soil and make Astoria's belly swell up just as Hermione and Ginny before her. And after that… Her sister would be next!

"…"

While the two of them were rolling their hips together, moaning and groaning through a blissful climax, a pair of pale green eyes stared at them unblinkingly.

Daphne Greengrass had long fallen silent. Her furrowed brow silently relaxed. She closed her eyes and let out a tight breath, then opened them again and raised them to meet Harry's.

"You." Daphne spoke, strangely calm, "Potter."

She finally addressed him.

"Hm?" He shifted a look at her with a slightly lazy hum, still enjoying the afterglow of such a powerful climax, "Hey, Daph. Fancy seeing you here."

His cheeky remark didn't even earn a twitch from her brow. She stared at him, cold and unblinking. It was more the look he was familiar with, rather than the slight glimpse of fluster he'd seen from her a moment ago.

Rather than playing into his teasing, she jumped straight to the point, "I want you to stay away from my sister."

"Pardon?" He was baffled.

"WHAT?!" Astoria shrieked, legs still open with his cock nestled deep in her cunny, "Daphne, what the hell?!"

Daphne didn't even look at her and kept her eyes locked on his, "It's a matter of decency. Clearly, she's been perverted by those sluts in her dorm. Think about how this would ruin her image. Regardless, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is keeping her away from that." Her gaze flicked down as she nodded toward their joined sexes.

"Excuse me?!" Astoria cried out in outrage, but her voice went unheard.

Daphne continued, raising a finger to her chin, "Tsk. If we hide the fact that she's no longer pure, she could still get married, but no respectable wizard would want a wife who acts like that. We'll have to redo all of her posture and manner lessons, as well as-"

"Daphne!" Astoria suddenly shouted at her sister and climbed away from him. She let out a whimpering moan of unhappiness as his cock popped free, then climbed up on her knees with his fresh cum dripping down her plush thighs.

As Astoria slipped off the bed on wobbly legs, Daphne had no choice but to look her sister in the eye.

"What do you think you're doing?" Astoria bristled at her sister, "You're NOT separating me from Harry! Do you have ANY idea what it's like?! I was suffering for SO long because you kept trying to get me to reject my urges. But guess what? Harry opened my eyes to sex, and I LOVE IT!"

"…" Daphne stared at her sister with a look of distaste for her vulgar language, "We'll talk about this later, Astoria."

Astoria's face flashed dangerously, "How much longer will you treat me like a child?!"

"So long as you keep acting like one," Daphne replied smoothly.

"Arrgh.!" Astoria was about to boil over, so Harry chose this time to intervene.

He intended to let these two sisters hash it out if they could, but now Astoria looked ready to strangle her sister. This hadn't really gone the way he intended. Not fully. They needed to get back on track. Quickly, before these two sisters brought out the claws.

"Alright, let's talk." He interjected. For a moment, neither one of them gave him even a glance.

Harry grew a tight smirk.

Smack~!

Both sisters jolted on the spot. One, from the loud, seemingly sourceless sound, and the other, from the firm palm coming down on her pale, exposed tush.

"Aiiiee~!" Astoria let out a girlish squeal as she was spanked hard on her pale moon.

Both sisters broke their dead-locked gaze to look at him.

Harry stepped forward and simmered Astoria down with a simple arm wrapped around her bare shoulder. Her face melted from irritation to a look of delight in a flash. She smirked at her sister as she squeezed her soft, naked curves into his side and reached a hand down to wrap her nimble fingers around the broad root of his stalky cock.

Daphne's face soured.

"Look." Harry began in a firm voice, "You seem to think this was Astoria's scheme. It wasn't. In fact, she wanted to keep you out of it. I'm the one who dragged her up to your bedroom and convinced her to soil your sheets with sex."

Daphne's scowl deepened with every word. His crass language seemed to bother her as much as the sight of his and her sister's naked body.

"So you want me to stop fucking your sister, huh? Probably is; I really, really enjoy it." Harry said, drawing a scowl from Daphne, "She's really turned into a naughty minx these past few days…" He said, sharing a naughty grin with Astoria as he squeezed her pale, juicy rump, "She's hot as hell. She's got such a fat, smackable BUM! And she has really taken to sex."

Harry looked Daphne dead in the eye, still holding her sister's big booty, "Frankly, Astoria is her own woman. I don't know what your family situation has been like, but she's free to fuck all she wants…" Then he grinned, "And I don't particularly have any reason to stop…"

Daphne clenched her teeth, "Potter..!"

Harry appeared utterly unbothered by her tone, "Let's put a pin in that for now... What I'm curious about is.… What about you?"

"What?" Daphne snipped, looking more irritable by the second.

"Astoria has told me how your family's been keeping her nice and 'modest'. In other words, scared of sex. That was probably why it was so easy to get her to embrace her inner slut, once that shell was cracked. But what about you?" Harry asked, eyeing the shape of Daphne's curves.

"You're a Witch too." He said with a lingering question, "But unlike all the other girls who happily let me do whatever I wanted to their frustrated bodies… You turned me away. Even after catching me and your sister in the throes of passionate sex… You didn't even blush."

"…" Daphne's scowl fell away, but her eyes narrowed as she looked at him.

He felt like he had her now. At least, he was onto something she didn't want to discuss.

"I toyed with the thought that you might actually be asexual… But that doesn't make sense at all… Since you're a Witch." Harry reasoned, "Instead, I figure it's far more likely that you-"

"What's the point, Potter? Is this why you barged into my dorm room and had… intercourse with my sister on my bed? To try and get a rise out of me?"

"Pretty much." Harry chuckled, "I guess it worked. Just not in the way I wanted. But it served its purpose. I think I've got you figured out now."

Daphne scoffed and shook her head, "How ridiculous. You could've just asked me..!"

"Oh?" This seemed to amuse him, "Approach such a fair and modest 'Lady' and politely inquire about her sexual desires? How crass of you to suggest, Daphne."

Daphne's green eyes were poisonous. She seemed to be getting pushed a little too hard, so Harry eased off.

He shook his head, "You still don't get it. Why go through the trouble of sneaking into Slytherin and fucking on your bed? The answer is far more simple than you're thinking. I did it because it was fun."

"..huh?" Daphne raised her eyebrows at his ridiculous excuse.

Harry looked to the side and brought a finger under Astoria's chin, "Isn't that right, babe? Answer this for your sister… Why do we have sex? Why do we spend so much time curled up in sweaty passion together again and again until we're utterly exhausted?"

Astoria softly moaned, leaning her face in close to his as she breathed, "Because it feels good…"

Harry grinned, "That's right~ It feels great… But you really don't understand that Daphne… You… or your mother, it seems."

At the mention of her mother, Daphne seemed to collect herself, "Of course I don't! What kind of pleasure could possibly drawn from intercourse? The only point of it is to create a child-! Which, in case you were unaware, I have no interest in at this point in my life! Nor should you, Astoria!" Daphne snapped, pinning her sister with a reproachful stare.

But she didn't wither under that gaze. Instead, she surprised Daphne with a small, meaningful smile and brought a hand to her belly, "Oh, Daphne… Harry was right… and Ginny was too."

"What?" Daphne looked at her, finding something strange in her tone.

Astoria gave her a pitying smile, "That is rather sad. The fact that you said such a thing… when it's obvious to me that every other Witch in the world would completely disagree."

Daphne's face tightened, "We're not like them, Astoria."

'And there it is…' Harry thought victoriously.

"You're not." Astoria shook her head, "And mother as well… But I'm the same as everyone else… and there's nothing wrong with that!"

While the two sisters were staring each other down, Harry took another look at Daphne. She didn't seem phased at all by Astoria's little 'rebellion' of their family circumstances. If anything, she seemed to be already thinking of a solution.

'A solution.' Harry thought, 'Like it's a problem that needs to be fixed.'

"You seem pretty confident that you're different, Daphne…" Harry broke the staring contest and turned Daphne's attention back onto himself.

"Of course." She said pridefully, "I'm a pure-hearted woman, through and through."

"Mm…" He hummed doubtfully, "So you don't ever pleasure yourself? Flick the bean? Masturbate?"

Her pretty features wrinkled into a sneer.

"Hey, you're the one that suggested I ask. Now I'm asking." He said with amusement.

"Of course not. I don't understand the appeal, yet some Witches seem utterly consumed by the activity." Daphne's eyes gestured meaningfully over to the OTHER bed in the room. Tracey Davis' bed.

"I see… so you really don't think sex is something to enjoy…" He looked at her with interest, "Alright then. If you're that confident… Let's put it to the test, shall we? How 'bout a wager?"

"What?" Daphne looked at him as if the idea would somehow besmirch her character.

In response, he squeezed her sister's ripe, naked body closer. The arm wrapped around Astoria's shoulder slid down to grab the soft globe of her large breast, squeezing it between his fingers. Daphne's sneer turned into a slight icy glare.

"You want me to take my hands off your sister." Harry began, drawing her full attention, "And I don't want to. Neither does she. But, I'm not convinced you are actually as pure as you portray yourself."

"What did you just say?" Daphne's voice spoke coldly at his suggestion.

Naturally, he was lying about that last part. If she was really like all the other Witches, he was confident she would've cracked by now. Even the most snobbish, prideful 'Lady Malfoy' had shattered like glass when he applied a little forceful pressure. Daphne, on the other hand, was still cold as ice.

But, he continued, "A Witch that doesn't like sex? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Nah, you are just as bad as your sister… you are just better at hiding it."

"Excuse me?" Daphne's voice was highly affronted.

"But to have such a strong poker face in front of your first glimpse of a real wizard's cock… You must be jilling yourself like crazy every night to keep cool-headed."

"..!" Daphne's teeth clenched, and he wondered if she'd actually get worked up enough to slap him.

Astoria didn't know what he was up to, but she was happy to giggle at the look of frustration and shame growing on her sister's face.

"So... I want you to prove it to me."

"Prove it?" Daphne asked with confusion.

Harry grinned, "Let's make a wager. If I can't make you cum, then I'll admit you Greengrass girls really have no interest in sex, and I'll back off. After all, I'm not interested in fucking any Witch who doesn't want it. The reason why it's so damn addicting... Is because you sluts are desperate for it." Harry said in a low growl, as he looked at the desire clear on Astoria's face.

Astoria muttered quietly, "...would you really stop fucking me..? I wouldn't be able to take it..."

He chuckled at the way she grasped his hard cock possessively, "...Don't worry. If all else fails, there's always Hermione's plan..."

"What?" Astoria looked at him curiously, "Hermione's plan?"

"...You are a very strange wizard." Daphne finally said, drawing his attention back.

"Hmm? I guess. Personally, I think it's all the other wizards that are complete nutters." Harry argued. He would never understand why a man would ever reject the extreme 'appeals' of Witches.

"Regardless, that won't be possible." Daphne rejected him instantly.

"Hm?"

She flashed him an irritated look, "I'm not going to sully myself just for you to have your 'fun'. We'll work out some other agreement to keep you away from my sister. My purity is strictly off limits!"

Harry surprised her with a short burst of laughter, "Hey, I never said anything about 'sullying' your 'purity'. Ah, but I guess you wouldn't understand. There are plenty of ways to feel good without penetration. For example..."

"Ahn~!" Astoria suddenly let out a hot moan as Harry's firm fingers squeezed the supple flesh of her breast, sliding up to give her hardened, puffy nipple a good pinch.

He looked to Daphne again, "You seem to know about masturbation as well. Surely you know that Witches don't have to stick anything inside themselves to have a little fun, right?"

Daphne wrinkled her nose, "I didn't exactly observe the finer details of the process."

Harry pushed her by saying nothing. Instead, he brought both hands to Astoria's chest and squeezed her tits roughly. Every little squirming gasp her sister let out made Daphne's face sour.

"Fine." Daphne cooled her expression and stared at him, "I can agree to your silly 'wager', assuming you fully intend to keep your promise... and you avoid penetration, of course. Unlike certain Witches, I understand the value my purity." Daphne said, pointedly looking at her sister.

Daphne didn't get a rise out of Astoria with that comment. Instead, Astoria seemed surprised her sister had agreed to such ridiculous terms. Then her lips curled up in a smirk. She squeezed herself into Harry's side, already getting excited for what was to come.

Harry smiled with excitement, "Really? I didn't expect you to agree so easily. And don't worry, I'm a man of my word... Plus..." His grin turned cocky as he looked at Daphne, "I won't need penetration to make a Lady cum." He rolled his eyes as he said Lady, using the same kind of mockery she used to speak about Witches.

Daphne merely huffed and rolled her eyes, "I said I'd do it. Now get your hands off her! When I said stay away from her, I meant it. No physical contact allowed!"

Astoria wasn't eager to part with him, and they shared a long lingering look. If not for the confident look in his eyes and the complete control he had over her body at this point, Astoria would've never agreed. But after biting her lip, she muttered, "Bitch…" And slipped away from him.

Harry stared into the pale green eyes of Daphne Greengrass. He was still as naked as could be, with a thick, throbbing erection sticking out meaningfully pointed at her. A broad testament to the pure desires he held for the magically seductive bodies of Witches.

Daphne glanced down at it distastefully.

"Well? You said you'd take her place… Get up on the bed then…"

…

While the twists of this development with Daphne had certainly spiraled in a very weird but strangely arousing way… Harry wasn't too sure about himself for once.

After spending the last three months in ceaseless, indulgent sex with the VERY willing and VERY eager horny witches of Hogwarts… This was the first time he was met with disinterest.

And if he was being honest… it was kind of a boner killer.

Or it would've been—If not for the lascivious scope of Daphne's impeccable bombshell figure keeping his cock at full mast. Like all the other 'dirty sluts' that were eager to strip out of their knickers and beg on their hands and knees to be bred like bitches… Daphne had the same set of broad, breedable hips and a fat, heavy set of titties.

However, the Greengrass sisters were like water and oil. Daphne seemed apathetic, while Astoria was eager. Similarly, their bodies behaved the same way. Astoria had an incredible set of hips. A big, fat butt that was just heavenly. Truly an ass to compete with Parvati or Angelina…

On the other hand, she had one of the smallest racks in his entire harem. ('Small' for a 'magically developed' Witch, of course. It would still put her in the 'absurdly busty' category of young Muggle women)

Just the opposite was Daphne's figure. She had a slimmer set of hips. They were still plenty eye-catching and had a pronounced curve from her thin waist… but like Susan or Lavender, this woman's actual draw was emphasized on her top half. A soft pair of pillows that were stuffed and squeezed into a tight Hogwarts blazer beneath her modest robes. Just the thought of unearthing those hidden treasures and feasting on those glorious tits had Harry's cock staying fully erect and eager.

Daphne didn't even strip. She just climbed up on the bed and laid down on her back. Then she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. A silent, 'Well? Get it over with!'

Harry chuckled to himself. That only seemed to make her irritable.

Once again… Going from dozens of hot, eager-to-fuck breeding babes in his harem… to this prissy, disinterested snob wasn't exactly his idea of arousing.

That was… if this is truly what she was like.

Harry had a plan.

Unless this woman was truthfully one in a million… A woman who defied not only all logic of the world as he knew it but all the knowledge of so many generations of Black Family research and experiments… Then he would find out her true nature today.

She was a Witch. She shared the same wanton, burning desires for sex as her slutty little sister did. The proof was in Astoria. It was in their blood. All he needed to do… was figure exactly what was blocking it.

Astoria watched Harry join her sister on the bed and scrambled up after them. She ignored her sister's scowling look and watched, curious about what Harry would do.

"C'mon now. Open your legs, at least."

"Hmph. You don't have to tell me what to do. It's not as if I'm uneducated in these matters." Daphne said in a snippy tone and pulled her legs open.

Missionary.

How predictably bland.

Harry just found it amusing. He was confident it wouldn't be 'boring' for long.

Daphne made a soft noise of surprise as the hidden buttons of her Hogwarts skirt suddenly popped open, and the thing slipped off her hips with a life of its own.

Harry grinned at the hint of surprise in her eye, "Experience~"

Daphne's smooth, pale thighs were exposed, as were her enticing hips. Hips that were notably slimmer than those of her sisters but still held a pronounced swell from her thin waist. A set of rather expensive-looking, but modest silk knickers covered her privates. Harry reached for those with his own hands rather than using magic.

Daphne softly scoffed and raised her hips without a fuss, letting him pull away the last fabric protecting her modesty.

For a woman that insisted so vehemently on protecting her purity... he was surprised at how little she cared as he unveiled her virgin slit.

"Mmm, there it is…" He softly spoke as he laid his eyes upon the tender pink flower delicately nestled between Daphne's slender legs.

"I really don't understand your fascination, Potter." She snipped at him as he admired her beautiful, untouched pussy.

He grinned back, "I'm the only man who's been granted such an honour. Might as well treasure the moment."

"I don't need commentary. Just do what you will so we can get this over with." She said impatiently and then reached her fingers down, brushing them across the lines of her sex, "I don't feel a thing! See?"

The way she roughly petted her sex made it blatantly obvious she'd never even touched herself before, "Oh, we've got so much to teach you, darling…" Harry said with a meaningful smile. Masturbation and pleasure, sex toys and lingerie… He knew a few dozen girls that would delight in teaching this prude all she needed to know about the joys of sex…

That was AFTER he 'awakened' her to the pleasure of it.

He pulled her hand away and then slipped between her open legs. Daphne watched him as he laid his hand on her thigh at first and softly began rubbing his hands across her inner thigh, drawing closer and closer to her sex, "You've got such smooth skin, Daphne, it's lovely." He murmured in a soft voice.

In response, Daphne snorted, "Flattery? Really, Potter? Why waste your time?"

Harry loosed a sigh, "You really don't understand anything…"

A light touch on the thigh wasn't exactly going to get a girl screaming… But there would be some sort of reaction to physical contact or teasing. But Daphne didn't give even the faintest response to a man's touch on her thigh, which should be the most intimate place a man had ever laid their hands for her. Nor did she respond well to some intimate flattery.

But even so, he refused to believe she was hopeless.

As he glanced up, Daphne looked down at him with those same pale-green, expressionless eyes.

He still held out hope... and brought his fingers to the soft, untouched petals between Daphne's open legs.

"..." Daphne crossed her arms underneath her massive chest and looked down at him scornfully.

No reaction.

Harry let out a deep sigh. He drew his fingers back and flashed a grin at her, "Don't think it's over yet, Daphne."

He took his tender time with it, spending an extra few minutes petting her 'kitty'. At the same time, there was an oddly concentrated look on his face, as he studied Daphne's pink folds, like he was trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it.

"Ugh, I already told you I can't feel anything. Are you satisfied now?" Daphne muttered impatiently.

Harry grinned, "Oh, don't be like that. We're just getting started. But I have to say... there's one little problem."

"And what's that?" Daphne said in a dull monotone.

She wasn't even wet. Harry honestly didn't think it was possible, but Daphne was dry as the desert between her legs.

Astoria at the side was oddly quiet. She seemed to catch on that something was wrong. After all, Daphne didn't react at all to Harry's touch on her thigh... now he was all but fingering her, and she looked bored. Astoria had been on the receiving end of those touches and went silent. She watched Harry closely as she began to wonder if something deeper was going on with her mother and sister.

Harry flashed her a wink and a reassuring smile as if he could sense her discomfort. Then he drew his wand.

Daphne's eyes narrowed, "Magic, Potter? Really? Don't tell me you've been using spells on all those Witches you've been frolicking with."

"Only occasionally, to spice things up," He reassured her, "They couldn't take my spells every day. But relax, it's nothing strange... Just a little lube to make things go smoothly."

"Lube?" Daphne said, full of disgust.

He grinned deeply, "Don't say it like that... It's nothing strange... In fact, the body produces it naturally!"

Before she could process his words, Harry was already working his wand over her naked sex.

Then... for the first time, Daphne's expression cracked. She released a soft grunt as something tingled in an uncomfortable way between her legs, then her face flushed red as she tried to grab the sheets to cover herself, "W-what the hell?!"

Harry grabbed her hands and calmed her down, "Relax. Like I said, it's natural."

Sweet, glistening pussy-juices finally decorated Daphne's slit with a light sheen. The spell he cast simply helped her body along in producing them. It was a genuine simple lubrication spell for easy penetration... but he never imagined using it on a woman who couldn't get aroused!

Daphne, on the other hand, seemed to be wholly embarrassed by her body's biological function and still struggled to cover herself, "P-Potter..! Of all the-!"

"Hahaha, so you CAN still feel shame!" Harry remarked proudly, observing the first notes of colour he'd seen grace Daphne's elegant features.

Daphne wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. Suddenly, she scowled deeply, like she'd been caught in the act.

"Makes sense." Harry continued, "Being truly shameless would spell disaster for a Witch, wouldn't it? Those are your danger instincts. The only thing keeping you from a slip of the tongue that would leave you branded as a 'scarlet woman' forever. Can't seal it all away."

"..!" Daphne's breath hitched meaningfully.

At the same time, Astoria, who had been watching her sister very closely, suddenly opened her eyes wide, "…seal it..?" Astoria's soft voice whispered and looked at Harry, then back at her sister, "Daphne.?"

"Quiet, Astoria!" Daphne said sharply, "Don't speak carelessly about Family secrets!"

"...Secrets..?" Astoria suddenly looked pale, and then her face twisted with growing anger, "What secrets?"

Harry looked between the dead-locked stare of the two sisters and silently noted it, 'Mmm... So this is something that ONLY the First Daughter has, hm? Pure-blood families are rotten.'

In just one moment, all of Astoria's intense feelings toward her family were made even more apparent to Harry. Astoria had been his gateway to Daphne... But it seemed even she didn't know all that made Daphne so 'special'.

Daphne broke the smoldering staring contest with her sister to level those pale green eyes at him, "And you… What do you know?"

He grinned widely, "More than you think, I'd bet a hundred Galleons!"

It was about that time that Harry's 'petting' bore fruit. He finally found what he was looking for.

Not with his fingers... but with his magic.

"Aha… There you are…" Harry suddenly murmured.

"Huh..?" Daphne's soft voice breathed. She stared down expressionlessly as she watched a soft glow on her belly. Then Harry summoned his wand and lightly poked at it.

From there, a faint blue glow floated up from her navel, drawing into wide circular wisps of colour.

"What are you..?" She wondered softly, watching the display of light and magic… until the colours began to take shape.

Circles, lines, and runes that were very intimately familiar to Daphne. Her eyes shot open wide with alarm, "Potter! What are you trying to do?!"

"Hahah, so this is all it was, huh?" Harry prodded at the heart of some sort of spell that was intermingled in Daphne's intimate regions. He got a basic idea just from the feeling of it, "So it's mucking up your senses. Particularly the feeling of your erogenous zones, tied together with something mental. Your sex drive? Seems most likely."

He glanced up to see a truly astonished look on Daphne's face.

"Daph..?" Astoria looked at the display of light with a voice of confusion and questioning. Then her voice raised sharply, "Daphne! Is this that special 'ritual' mother took you aside for on your eighteenth birthday?! The one you wouldn't tell me about?"

"Quiet Astoria…" Daphne snipped, but her voice had lost a lot of its weight. She stared down at Harry, "What do you know about this kind of magic? You're just a Hogwarts Student! This is an ancient magic passed down through the Ladies of Greengrass for generations!"

'Ancient magic?' Harry resisted the urge to chuckle.

He wasn't exactly aware of all the components of this spell from his rudimentary inspection… But it sure felt an awful lot like a few of those 'Contraception' spells he found from the section of the Library that held all the 'self-made' spells of the Black family. Particularly the self-made spells of the young and horny Heirs, that were too impatient to wait until they were trained enough to be allowed to peruse the higher level sections, and invented their own 'special works'.

In other words… It felt incredibly slapdash. A spell that was cobbled with a loose understanding of the concepts involved.

There was a journal from 'Arcturus Black', the man who was Sirius' grandfather. Harry had found it and gleaned some good insight. One of the things he had lamented was the 'horrid' state of modern day 'Sex magic'.

With wizards so disinterested, or perhaps even disgusted, by the act… And Witches so terrified of being publicly outed as 'Interested' in sex… There was practically zero research or development done on the subject whatsoever. Contraception hardly existed, because there were very few cases of sex outside of the sole purpose of procreation.

But… Someone, likely a Witch, or maybe even a shameful husband who discovered his wife's extraordinary sexual desires, had cobbled together a bastardized contraception spell… But rather than just preventing pregnancy, it seemed to butcher the Witch's sex drive altogether.

To Harry, it was a miracle that the blasted thing worked at all. From what he could extrapolate from this rather ham-fisted inspection, it was full of redundancies and excessively complicated. It was either complex far beyond his own understanding… Or it was utter hogwash.

"This is shite." Harry muttered without thinking.

"Excuse me?" Daphne's voice raised, affronted, "...this spell has protected my family line for hundreds of years!"

He shook his head. He didn't care if the spell was a masterpiece of magic weaved by Merlin himself, or some slap-dash spell that was miraculously made functional by a lucky, uneducated wizard. He didn't like it one bit. The primary function of the spell was to actively block a Witch's desire and passion.

To him, that felt extremely dirty and twisted. He didn't like it one bit. It reeked of a feeling that Witches were 'cursed' or 'ill' and that they needed to be 'fixed'. It felt heartless. Loveless.

Most importantly, it felt unnatural. A spell that went directly against a Witch's nature. That denied their instincts.

He was a man driven by instinct. His own ritual amplified his instincts. It gave him such a strong desire that he'd chased down and bred a fertile female just about every day to satisfy those instincts.

Suffice it to say, Harry hated this spell. He wouldn't tolerate it.

"This damn thing…" He silently cursed as he tried to get a better feel for it, "I'll break it to bits."

"What?!" Daphne gasped at him, "You'll do no such thing!"

Daphne spoke, but he stopped listening. Instead, he was focused on the magic. As much as the Black Family was generations ahead of the best of the world in this specific kind of magic… Harry had only truly studied for the better part of one summer. Sure, it was a summer spent following the 'accelerated course' laid by the 'Main Family' of the Blacks. And Harry had found himself remarkably gifted in this particular field… But it wasn't much time at all.

He was cautious despite his vehement distaste for this kind of magic. After all, how could someone so confidently use magic that altered another's physiology? Or a spell that mucked with their minds? One mistake could be devastating. Irreparable. Thankfully, the Black Family Manor has tools explicitly developed to practice these kinds of things. Mannequins and magic circles that only responded to the magic used correctly. It was only after extensive practice that he would dare use such magic on Hermione or Ginny's actual bodies.

...That was why he was cautious, touching this familiar, but unknown magic. Despite saying he'd break it to bits... He wouldn't. Not without assuring himself that Daphne would not suffer consequences.

But as he prodded deeper to try and ascertain the nature of this spell… He grew a strong feeling that whatever it had done to Daphne, wasn't so intimately tied to her constitution as he feared. If they truly had based it off of some kind of contraception spell… Then contraception spells were usually temporary by design, weren't they?

After all, if Daphne honestly did expect to continue the 'Greengrass line'... Then this little bugger would need to come off at some point.

"Ah..!" Daphne felt something strange tingle in her gut and raised her voice, "Hey! What are you doing!?"

"Just a moment," Harry muttered back impatiently.

"You're not seriously trying to..?" Daphne realized with growing panic, "This is the most powerful magic in the Greengrass line! There's no way a Hogwarts student could possibly-!"

Pop~!

There was a loud sound, like someone popping the cork off the world's most tightly sealed bottle of firewhiskey. At the same time, Daphne went speechless.

"Huh. That was easier than I thought." Harry furrowed his own brow. His eyes looked down to a glowing rune network on Daphne's abdomen, just above her womb, that was rapidly dimming with a sizzling sound.

"What did you just…" Daphne's voice trailed off, as a strange, tingling sense of relief was felt in her gut.

"Hmm…" Harry's emerald green eyes raised to meet Daphne's astonished look. Then he tenderly dipped his wand tip to touch her abdomen, then teasingly trailed it down the dipping curve into her inner thigh.

"Oooh..!" Daphne gave a shuddering response, then her breath hitched, "Y-you..! W-what did you..!"

Harry grinned devilishly, "Well, well~ It looks like I was right after all..! You are a Witch, through and through…"

He cast his wand aside and brought his hand to her inner thigh. He softly rubbed his thumb in small circles, just as he had before… But instead of the bored, expressionless response she'd given him…

"Oooh~! S-stop that!" Daphne's voice shuddered.

"Oh my god..!" Astoria stared at her sister like she was seeing a ghost. She raised a hand to her naked breast, then grew a wide grin, "Did you do it, Harry? Is Daphne..." She flicked a glance to her sister, "Normal now..?"

"Normal?!" Daphne's voice sounded highly offended.

"Haha, we'll see…" He grinned at her, "After I try to really make your sister cum…"

"Huh? Cum?" Daphne stared at him with wide eyes, "W-wait!"

"There's no backing out now, Daphne…" Harry teased her with a grin, "We made a deal! And you were so confident about it, too."

"N-no, seriously..!" Daphne said with a uniquely emotive voice, "I-I feel strange..! I-It's getting hard to breathe, and my body is feeling hot..!"

Astoria gave a wickedly impish grin, "Daphne~! Are you…" She held a hand to her lips in a scandalized gasp, "Getting turned on? How indecent!"

"Now is not the time for your… c-crude jokes, Astoria!" Daphne snapped at her. There was new colour on her alabaster cheeks, ever so faintly tinted red, "Something's not right!"

"No, sister…" Astoria leaned over and took her sister's hand in her own, "I think for the first time… you ARE feeling right!"

Daphne stopped and stared at the smile on her sister's face as new, strange, and scary feelings began to emerge in her chest in wild waves. Brought on by nothing by the gentle touch of a wizard's hand on her thigh.

"W-wait..!" Daphne snapped her gaze back to Harry with a look of uncertainty.

Harry smiled, "Now that that's sorted... Let's make you cum."

"What-?" Daphne asked sharply, forgetting all about their little 'deal'. All she could think about was the 'threat' between her open legs. The feeling of Harry Potter's fingers sliding down her thigh became more and more intense the nearer he drew to her-

"Oooohh~?!" Daphne slapped a hand over her mouth to keep any strange noises from escaping. Her voice threatened to peak. To make those same, noisy, heated sounds that she got so annoyed at Tracey for letting out every evening. Her face heated up, from embarrassment, she told herself.

Harry didn't waste a moment. This was what he'd been waiting for! The chance to make a mess of Daphne Greengrass! To see what she looked like as a real woman, down on her back, red-faced and panting. He would stick with what he promised. 'No penetration.' Not until she was begging for it.

While Daphne was struggling to understand the new tidal wave of unblocked emotions surging up from inside her core, Harry struck.

He slid his arms underneath her soft, tender thighs and grabbed her hips. She shrieked softly as he suddenly pulled her forward into his arms. Then their gazes locked. Green met green. Daphne's with widening trepidation, while Harry's was full of meaning. His face lowered down between her legs.

"W-what are you..?" Daphne spoke through her fingers.

Harry grinned. It was such a shame that a hot young Witch that carried a body that promised untold pleasure, had such a little understanding of sex. She hardly had ideas about masturbating and knew nothing of sex toys. So what were the odds she knew about cunnilingus?

Daphne watched, unable to find her voice. Despite how apprehensive she felt, she was frozen. Harry Potter, one of the most eligible future Lords of the wizarding world, was smirking at her with a roguish grin and dazzling green eyes, his face drawing near to her most private place. In a way she still couldn't understand, Daphne was petrified.

Then Harry went straight to work. The delicate pink folds of Daphne's delectable pussy had been teasing him for too long now. He didn't hesitate to give that sweet, tender flower a kiss.

"Nnnggh!" Daphne snapped her hand over her mouth again. Her lower body shook, trying to squirm away from the source of that intense feeling, but she was trapped. Harry held her hips and began in earnest.

Daphne muffled a squeal of confused pleasure as she felt his tongue come out to play, sliding across the quivering folds of her shockingly sensitive pussy.

Relative to all other kinds of sex, it wasn't often Harry enjoyed pleasuring a girl like this. Usually, it was the Witch who was happy to choke on his cock until he was cumming deep in her throat. It was only when there was already a greedy slut bouncing on his thick shaft that he got to pull another pair of womanly hips over his face and please a Witch with his mouth.

So, Harry took great delight in making Daphne writhe in her panicked excitement, making her feel her first experience with sexual pleasure in an overwhelming session of oral worship.

But with his goal to make her cum, Harry didn't play around. He used his well-experienced tongue to tease her up into a quivering mess, then brought his lips to Daphne's clit.

"NNNGGGHHHH~!"

"...Damn.." Astoria watched her sister's expression crumble into tight, furrowed bliss as Daphne squealed into her hand, eyes squeezed shut. She looked down at Harry, who was hungrily devouring her virgin slit, making her first powerful, body-shaking climax come in never-ending waves of pleasure.

Astoria softly bit her lip. Her fingers slipped down her own tight abdomen to dip between the squishy softness of her thighs. She found the red, pounded-raw slit of her freshly fucked pussy, and began to tease it gingerly. Despite how utterly satisfied she was after getting fucked so good in her sister's bed, Astoria was already warming to the idea of another round as she watched Harry turn her sister into a hot mess.

"Oh fuck..!" A curse came naturally to the 'once pure' lips of Astoria, as she watched Harry's face between her sister's legs, "I'm so jealous~" She bit her lip as she began to play with herself.

"Haaah... Haaah..!" After a few minutes of mind-blanking pleasure, Daphne sucked in the air with a light expression on her face. Her head fell back on the bed, blonde tresses splayed out beneath her, as she stared at the ceiling.

She felt soft, gentle kisses on her inner thigh, and a hot tongue occasionally slid deep across her petals, collecting her juices. Her body shook as she weakly cried, "S-stop it!"

"Hahaha... It seems like you had a pretty big one..." Harry said as he crawled up from between her legs.

Daphne's brow furrowed as she looked at him. Her head was a complete mess. She didn't know what to think.

That experience had been... indescribable.

Never once had she felt such a powerful... yearning desire in her chest. Nor such an unbelievable sense of relief. And the pleasure! She felt as if for just a moment, she'd ascended to heaven.

Then a flash appeared in her mind. Her mother's beautiful, aristocratic features... looking down at her with disappointment.

"W-what... what did you do to me..?" Daphne asked tightly. Her eyes glanced to the side, where her wand lay in the pile of her discarded skirt and knickers.

"What did he do to you?" Astoria asked sarcastically, pulled her fingers from between her legs, and grinned at her sister. She flipped over on her stomach, emphasizing the impressive slope of her bare bottom, and sucked her slick fingers as she eyed her sister, "He gave you an orgasm! Usually, it puts a stop to a Witch's prissy attitude!"

"An... orgasm..?" Daphne wrinkled her nose at the word like it was unfamiliar to her.

"Oh my god..." Astoria moaned and jerked her eyes up to Harry, "I-I wasn't this bad, was I?" After her own incredible sexual awakening, Astoria felt ashamed of her sister.

"Hahah, no, I don't think so. But by the time I got you in bed, Ginny already had her horny mitts on you..."

"Mmm~" Astoria moaned at the memory, then shot a look at her sister, "Point is... You came! Congratulations~" She said with a sarcastic eye-roll, then flashed a wicked grin, "Which means..!" She looked meaningfully at Harry. Then she rose up on her knees, flashing them both with her naked body. She softly moaned, dipping a hand between her legs to tease her dripping slit.

"No!" Daphne suddenly said firmly, looking with horror at the way her sister was trying to seduce Harry Potter again!"

"No?!" Astoria crinkled her nose and pointed a look at her sister, "What do you mean 'No?'"

"I-I didn't cum!" Daphne's voice cracked embarrassingly.

The two others looked at her with slowly growing smirks. Then they shared a laugh.

Daphne felt something new. A flush of heat rose from her collarbone to her cheeks. Shame. It was a level of shame she'd only felt as a young girl, making a simple mistake under her mother's tutelage. Since then, that feeling had been dulled. Controlled. Now, that control had been wrenched out of her hands by Harry Potter.

She blustered, struggling to keep a stiff face and a firm voice, "I didn't cum. I don't know what you think you've achieved here, Potter. But enough is enough. Undo whatever it is you did to me with that magic and be gone from my dorm!"

The two of them never once dropped their smiles. Harry found it particularly amusing how proudly she'd said it while crossing her arms beneath her tits and looking down at him… whilst he was still grinning up at her from betwixt her open legs!

Astoria snorted in an unladylike manner, and laughed at her sister, "Wow~! You sure got your attitude back once Harry stopped licking your cunt! I'm surprised you're still going on about that after shrieking so loud! Figured you'd be begging for another already~!"

Daphne sent her sister a tight look.

"Heheh, doesn't work too well with your bottoms missing, sister~" Astoria laughed again.

Daphne's strict expression cracked as she saw Astoria pull a pair of silk, modest panties from a pile and hold them up.

"Astoria..!" Daphne said warningly, "We're going to have a serious talk when this is-"

"Harry~" Astoria called to him, looking her sister in the eye, "You heard her right..? She didn't cum!"

"That's what she said." Harry repeated in an agreeable tone, "Strange, sure squirted like hell..! But hey, she'd know best."

Daphne realised her mistake when he looked up at her with a big, cheeky grin… and lowered his head once again.

Her tight expression crumbled apart as she gasped, "W-wait..! S-stoooooppp~!" Her cry of protest turned into a high-pitched squeal as Harry's tongue attacked her pussy once again. Her soft, virgin petals were still raw and sensitive from her first-ever climax, yet Harry mercilessly sent her crashing into another one before she could get away from him.

"Nnnngggghhhhh~!"

Astoria found herself filled with delight at her sister's squeals, 'You know… Ginny was right…' She giggled to herself, clutching Daphne's silken knickers to her plump, naked chest. Her other hand was busy sliding down to tease her own tender folds, '…Regardless of how we got along… Watching her get so easily dominated by Harry… It's so, SO much better than listening to her bitch about my 'promiscuous behaviour'…'

Astoria leaned back on her knees and licked her fingers... then she softly buried them between her thighs while she watched Harry bring her sister to climax... Again... and again... and again...