Bratty Daphne
By LuckyQuaffle
Chapter 6 - Caught in the Library
Before Harry could say anything, Daphne pulled back, her
lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She rose, her
hands still on his thighs, her breasts bouncing before his
eyes as she moved. Harry's mind went blank as he
watched her.
She really was beautiful, he thought then.
But there was no time to admire her beauty, not when the
door was opening, and Hermione's bushy-brown hair was
slowly coming into view.
Luckily for Harry, Daphne seemed to have it all under
control. Because she quickly turned around, her back
facing him, ready to hide his cock from Hermione in the
only place she could think of in the heat of the
moment—her warm, wet pussy.
With one hand on his cock, and the other lifting her skirt to
reveal her tight, perfect ass, Daphne quickly lined up his
cock with her entrance, and sank down, swallowing his
massive length in one swift motion, until her ass rested on
his thighs as she sat down on his lap.
The sensation was intense. A sudden heat and wetness
that Harry had never felt before, as his cock was buried in
the tight, wet confines of Daphne's pussy, the tip of his
head pressing incessantly against her cervix. And as if
that wasn't enough, he could feel her cunt spasm around
his length, her walls pulsing in a slow, rhythmic motion as
she tried to make herself comfortable.
It took a moment for Harry to regain his senses, to realise
what had just happened. Daphne had seemingly decided
that the best way to appear innocent and proper before
his best friend, was to stuff her fanny with his massive
cock, and sit on his lap as if nothing of consequence was
going on.
There was no way this wasn't going to end horribly bad.
His balls were churning with his impending orgasm, and
the animal brain in him, the one that had just taken over as
he felt the wet, hot confines of Daphne's cunt wrap around
his cock, was already screaming at him to bend her over
the table and pound into her until they were both a mess
of cum and sweat, and he had safely secured his genetic
legacy, his seed planted deep in her womb...
And it was just that moment that the door fully opened,
and Hermione stepped in.
Harry tried to act natural, to pretend that nothing was
amiss, but it was hard to do so when Daphne's pussy was
clenched around his cock like a vice, her walls spasming
around him in a way that made it impossible for him to
think of anything else.
He held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he
watched Hermione enter, her eyes scanning the room until
they landed on him. She paused for a moment, her eyes
flicking from him, to Daphne, and back to him again, a look
of surprise on her face.
Oh, fuck! She knows! Harry thought, his mind racing.
"Hey, Harry," she said, nodding at him, and then, turning to
Daphne, she added, "Greengrass."
"Granger," Daphne replied, her voice a little strangled.
Harry could feel Daphne's cunt squeeze around his cock
as she spoke, the sensation sending a shiver down his
spine. He could only hope that Hermione wouldn't notice
the way Daphne's voice wavered, the way her cheeks were
flushed red, or perhaps even more damning; her puffy,
abused lips or the mascara which was threatening to run
down her face...
Hermione, for her part, seemed a little taken aback by
Daphne's presence. Her eyes flicked between the two of
them as if she was trying to piece together the meaning of
their little rendezvous. But after a moment, she seemed to
shrug it off, turning her attention back to Harry.
"Oh, I didn't realise you two were... studying," Hermione
said, her voice a little strange. She quickly took a seat at
the other side of the table, and started to rummage
through her bag, pulling out her books and a quill.
Daphne stiffened at Hermione's words, her cunt squeezing
around Harry's cock again. Harry could feel his cock throb
in response, as if communicating back, urging her to keep
up the pretence.
"I—I was just... I needed some help with Charms," Daphne
said, her voice strained. "And Harry was kind enough to
offer me his assistance."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Charms? But you're a
Slytherin. Surely Malfoy or Zabini could help you with
that?"
Daphne shook her head. "No, they couldn't. I needed
someone big—I mean... someone more advanced!"
Hermione's eyes flicked up from her books to Daphne's
face, her eyes narrowing in thought. But after a moment,
she seemed to shrug it off, turning her attention back to
her books.
"Alright, then," she said, her voice a little more relaxed. "I
guess I never realised that you and Harry were f—"
"NO!" Daphne suddenly blurted out, interrupting Hermione
before she could finish her words. "We're not
fuc—FRIENDS! I mean, we're not friends! So don't get any
ideas! I just needed help, that's all!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow at Daphne's sudden
outburst. She had never seen the Slytherin girl so riled up
before. "Alright, alright," she said, her voice soothing. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything, I just—I just thought
that you and Harry must have been closer than you let on,
considering..." she trailed off, waving her hand vaguely in
their general direction, indicating their current seating
arrangements.
Daphne looked as if she had just been caught red-handed.
Harry could feel her cunt squeeze around his cock again,
communicating her worries to him, the sensation so
intense that it made him bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Luckily, Hermione seemed to be too absorbed in her
books to notice. "Well, in any case. I won't disturb you,
then," she said, her eyes fixed on the pages in front of her.
"I have some studying to do myself."
He looked over at Daphne, who was sitting on his lap, her
back pressed against his chest, her breasts heaving with
every breath. He could feel her heart pounding in her
chest, the way her breath hitched as she tried to control
herself.
Fuck, Harry thought, this is going to be a lot harder than I
thought.
And then, to his horror, Daphne started to move.
It was subtle at first, a slight shift of her hips, a little
movement as she adjusted her seating position. But it was
enough to make Harry's eyes widen, his breath hitching in
his throat as his thick cock rummaged around inside
Daphne's tight, wet cunt. He gritted his teeth, trying to
control the urge to thrust his hips up, to slam his cock
deeper into her.
"Daphne, what are you doing?" Harry whispered, his voice
a low groan, careful not to let his voice carry across the
table.
Daphne turned to look at him, her eyes wide with
innocence. "What do you mean, Harry? I'm just... getting
comfortable," she whispered back, her voice a little too
sweet, her cheeks flushed.
Harry's eyes narrowed. He knew she was up to something,
that she was teasing him on purpose. And as if to confirm
his suspicions, Daphne leaned forward over the open book
on the table Harry had been reading before she arrived,
bracing herself with her hands as she slowly started to
raise herself, her hips lifting off his lap.
And when only an inch of his cock was still inside her, she
slammed back down, her cunt swallowing him with a wet
sound, the sensation so intense that Harry nearly came
right then and there.
Harry's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he looked at
Daphne, who was still leaning forward, her back arched,
her hips pressing against his. She turned to look at him,
her eyes wide with innocence, as if she hadn't just done
something so lewd, and Harry's cock throbbed in
response.
"Daphne, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry hissed.
"We're gonna get caught!"
Daphne's eyes flashed, her cheeks flushing red. "I can't
help it, Harry!" she whispered, her voice a little too loud.
"Your stupid cock just... ughh!" she growled, her eyes
flashing as she slammed down onto his cock again, the
sensation so intense that Harry felt his mind go blank. "It
feels so good!"
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Daphne was
bouncing up and down on his cock, her cunt squeezing
around his length, and she was actually enjoying it. He had
never seen the Slytherin girl so wild before, so lost to her
desires, her inner slut on full display as she rode him like a
wild mare.
And Harry could only hold on for dear life. His hands
quickly found their way under her skirt and gripped her
hips, his fingers digging into her soft, smooth flesh as he
tried to slow her down. And every time he felt her slam
down onto his length, he would grit his teeth, and lift her
up slowly, trying to regain his senses, only for Daphne to
use the leverage to slam back down onto his cock again.
Harry's mind was racing, his thoughts a blur as he tried to
think of a way to save the situation. He could feel his balls
churning with his impending orgasm, his seed boiling in
his balls ready to explode, ready to impregnate the kinky
witch.
I have to satiate her lust, Harry thought, otherwise she's not
gonna stop until she milks me dry.
And so, Harry did the only thing he could think of.
With one hand still gripping Daphne's hip, the other trailed
up her thigh until he reached the soft, wet confines of her
leaking pussy. He fumbled around, his fingers quickly
coating themselves with her slick arousal as he trailed
them along the soft folds of her cunt, until he found his
target; the little, wet nub of her clit.
Daphne's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt
Harry's fingers on her clit. She turned to look at him, her
lips parted in pleasure, her cheeks flushed red.
She's about to cum, Harry realised. And when she does,
she'll slow down.
And so, Harry got to work.
His fingers danced around the little bud of nerves,
pressing and teasing as Daphne's cunt spasmed around
his cock, her walls pulsing in a slow, rhythmic motion
But if Harry thought Daphne would come quietly, he was
sorely mistaken.
For Daphne's orgasm was anything but quiet.
Her breath hitched, her eyes closing as she threw her head
back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. Her
hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails scratching
the wood as she moaned; a whorish, guttural moan that
seemed to reverberate through the room, echoing off the
walls and filling Harry's ears with the sweetest symphony
he had ever heard.
Her cunt clenched around his length, her walls squeezing
around his cock as she came, the sensation so intense
that Harry felt his own orgasm threatening to tip over, his
balls churning with his seed as he struggled to hold back.
But Harry's efforts were in vain.
As Daphne screamed out, her cunt spasming around his
length, her walls pulsing and milking his cock with every
wave of her orgasm, Harry's resolve crumbled, his mind
going blank as he suddenly thrust his hips up, slamming
his cock deep into Daphne's fluttering pussy as he came.
"FUCK, DAPHNE!" Harry roared, all pretense of discretion
thrown out the window. "TAKE MY CUM, YOU FUCKING
SLUT!"
Daphne could only moan in reply, her eyes flying open as
she felt the sudden, intense sensation of Harry's thick
cock pulsing inside her, the tip pressing against her cervix
as he came, his hot, white seed filling her up in a torrent
It was a moment before Harry regained his senses, before
the haze of his orgasm cleared away. He looked around,
his eyes widening as he realised what he had just done,
his heart pounding in his chest.
Hermione was staring at him, her eyes wide with shock
and horror, her face flushed red. She turned to look at
Daphne, who looked back at her with a dazed expression,
her cunt still spasming around Harry's length as she tried
to regain her breath.
"I—I can explain," Harry tried.
But Hermione was already on her feet, her eyes fixed on
the door as she rushed out of the room in a hurry, her
books forgotten in her haste.
And as the door slammed shut, Harry couldn't help but
sigh. On one hand, he had never felt so alive. He had just
fucked the Daphne Greengrass after all. But on the other
hand, he couldn't help but feel that his relationship with
Hermione was never going to be the same.
Harry pushed Daphne off his lap, his cock sliding out of
her with a wet sound. She collapsed onto the table, her
legs too weak to support her after the intense orgasm she
had just experienced.
Not seeing any sign of life from Daphne, Harry reached
over to her ass, and gave her a light slap, his hand
connecting with her soft, plump ass cheeks.
Daphne's eyes flew open, and she turned her head around
on the table to look at him.
"What was that for?" Daphne whined.
"I could have asked you the same question," Harry replied,
watching as his seed dribbled out of her abused pussy,
and down her thighs.
Daphne pouted. "This is not my fault!" she complained. "If
your stupid, big cock didn't feel so good, none of this
would have happened!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "My cock feels good?" he asked,
a smirk on his face.
"I did not say that!" Daphne snapped, her cheeks flushing
red as she finally mustered the strength to sit up on the
table.
"You did, slut," Harry replied, a teasing smile on his face.
"But luckily for you, it was only Hermione who saw us, and
she is far too prudish to ever speak about this with
anyone. So, our little secret is safe. At least, for now."
Daphne rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile
that spread across her face. "That's a relief," she said, her
voice a little strained. "But don't think this means I'm going
to let you do whatever you want with me, pervert!"
Harry laughed. A full-blown, hearty laugh that echoed
through the room. "Knowing you, I won't have to," he said
grinning. "You'll come crawling back to me, begging for my
cock, before the week is out!"
By LuckyQuaffle
Chapter 6 - Caught in the Library
Before Harry could say anything, Daphne pulled back, her
lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She rose, her
hands still on his thighs, her breasts bouncing before his
eyes as she moved. Harry's mind went blank as he
watched her.
She really was beautiful, he thought then.
But there was no time to admire her beauty, not when the
door was opening, and Hermione's bushy-brown hair was
slowly coming into view.
Luckily for Harry, Daphne seemed to have it all under
control. Because she quickly turned around, her back
facing him, ready to hide his cock from Hermione in the
only place she could think of in the heat of the
moment—her warm, wet pussy.
With one hand on his cock, and the other lifting her skirt to
reveal her tight, perfect ass, Daphne quickly lined up his
cock with her entrance, and sank down, swallowing his
massive length in one swift motion, until her ass rested on
his thighs as she sat down on his lap.
The sensation was intense. A sudden heat and wetness
that Harry had never felt before, as his cock was buried in
the tight, wet confines of Daphne's pussy, the tip of his
head pressing incessantly against her cervix. And as if
that wasn't enough, he could feel her cunt spasm around
his length, her walls pulsing in a slow, rhythmic motion as
she tried to make herself comfortable.
It took a moment for Harry to regain his senses, to realise
what had just happened. Daphne had seemingly decided
that the best way to appear innocent and proper before
his best friend, was to stuff her fanny with his massive
cock, and sit on his lap as if nothing of consequence was
going on.
There was no way this wasn't going to end horribly bad.
His balls were churning with his impending orgasm, and
the animal brain in him, the one that had just taken over as
he felt the wet, hot confines of Daphne's cunt wrap around
his cock, was already screaming at him to bend her over
the table and pound into her until they were both a mess
of cum and sweat, and he had safely secured his genetic
legacy, his seed planted deep in her womb...
And it was just that moment that the door fully opened,
and Hermione stepped in.
Harry tried to act natural, to pretend that nothing was
amiss, but it was hard to do so when Daphne's pussy was
clenched around his cock like a vice, her walls spasming
around him in a way that made it impossible for him to
think of anything else.
He held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he
watched Hermione enter, her eyes scanning the room until
they landed on him. She paused for a moment, her eyes
flicking from him, to Daphne, and back to him again, a look
of surprise on her face.
Oh, fuck! She knows! Harry thought, his mind racing.
"Hey, Harry," she said, nodding at him, and then, turning to
Daphne, she added, "Greengrass."
"Granger," Daphne replied, her voice a little strangled.
Harry could feel Daphne's cunt squeeze around his cock
as she spoke, the sensation sending a shiver down his
spine. He could only hope that Hermione wouldn't notice
the way Daphne's voice wavered, the way her cheeks were
flushed red, or perhaps even more damning; her puffy,
abused lips or the mascara which was threatening to run
down her face...
Hermione, for her part, seemed a little taken aback by
Daphne's presence. Her eyes flicked between the two of
them as if she was trying to piece together the meaning of
their little rendezvous. But after a moment, she seemed to
shrug it off, turning her attention back to Harry.
"Oh, I didn't realise you two were... studying," Hermione
said, her voice a little strange. She quickly took a seat at
the other side of the table, and started to rummage
through her bag, pulling out her books and a quill.
Daphne stiffened at Hermione's words, her cunt squeezing
around Harry's cock again. Harry could feel his cock throb
in response, as if communicating back, urging her to keep
up the pretence.
"I—I was just... I needed some help with Charms," Daphne
said, her voice strained. "And Harry was kind enough to
offer me his assistance."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Charms? But you're a
Slytherin. Surely Malfoy or Zabini could help you with
that?"
Daphne shook her head. "No, they couldn't. I needed
someone big—I mean... someone more advanced!"
Hermione's eyes flicked up from her books to Daphne's
face, her eyes narrowing in thought. But after a moment,
she seemed to shrug it off, turning her attention back to
her books.
"Alright, then," she said, her voice a little more relaxed. "I
guess I never realised that you and Harry were f—"
"NO!" Daphne suddenly blurted out, interrupting Hermione
before she could finish her words. "We're not
fuc—FRIENDS! I mean, we're not friends! So don't get any
ideas! I just needed help, that's all!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow at Daphne's sudden
outburst. She had never seen the Slytherin girl so riled up
before. "Alright, alright," she said, her voice soothing. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything, I just—I just thought
that you and Harry must have been closer than you let on,
considering..." she trailed off, waving her hand vaguely in
their general direction, indicating their current seating
arrangements.
Daphne looked as if she had just been caught red-handed.
Harry could feel her cunt squeeze around his cock again,
communicating her worries to him, the sensation so
intense that it made him bite his lip to keep from moaning.
Luckily, Hermione seemed to be too absorbed in her
books to notice. "Well, in any case. I won't disturb you,
then," she said, her eyes fixed on the pages in front of her.
"I have some studying to do myself."
He looked over at Daphne, who was sitting on his lap, her
back pressed against his chest, her breasts heaving with
every breath. He could feel her heart pounding in her
chest, the way her breath hitched as she tried to control
herself.
Fuck, Harry thought, this is going to be a lot harder than I
thought.
And then, to his horror, Daphne started to move.
It was subtle at first, a slight shift of her hips, a little
movement as she adjusted her seating position. But it was
enough to make Harry's eyes widen, his breath hitching in
his throat as his thick cock rummaged around inside
Daphne's tight, wet cunt. He gritted his teeth, trying to
control the urge to thrust his hips up, to slam his cock
deeper into her.
"Daphne, what are you doing?" Harry whispered, his voice
a low groan, careful not to let his voice carry across the
table.
Daphne turned to look at him, her eyes wide with
innocence. "What do you mean, Harry? I'm just... getting
comfortable," she whispered back, her voice a little too
sweet, her cheeks flushed.
Harry's eyes narrowed. He knew she was up to something,
that she was teasing him on purpose. And as if to confirm
his suspicions, Daphne leaned forward over the open book
on the table Harry had been reading before she arrived,
bracing herself with her hands as she slowly started to
raise herself, her hips lifting off his lap.
And when only an inch of his cock was still inside her, she
slammed back down, her cunt swallowing him with a wet
sound, the sensation so intense that Harry nearly came
right then and there.
Harry's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he looked at
Daphne, who was still leaning forward, her back arched,
her hips pressing against his. She turned to look at him,
her eyes wide with innocence, as if she hadn't just done
something so lewd, and Harry's cock throbbed in
response.
"Daphne, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry hissed.
"We're gonna get caught!"
Daphne's eyes flashed, her cheeks flushing red. "I can't
help it, Harry!" she whispered, her voice a little too loud.
"Your stupid cock just... ughh!" she growled, her eyes
flashing as she slammed down onto his cock again, the
sensation so intense that Harry felt his mind go blank. "It
feels so good!"
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. Daphne was
bouncing up and down on his cock, her cunt squeezing
around his length, and she was actually enjoying it. He had
never seen the Slytherin girl so wild before, so lost to her
desires, her inner slut on full display as she rode him like a
wild mare.
And Harry could only hold on for dear life. His hands
quickly found their way under her skirt and gripped her
hips, his fingers digging into her soft, smooth flesh as he
tried to slow her down. And every time he felt her slam
down onto his length, he would grit his teeth, and lift her
up slowly, trying to regain his senses, only for Daphne to
use the leverage to slam back down onto his cock again.
Harry's mind was racing, his thoughts a blur as he tried to
think of a way to save the situation. He could feel his balls
churning with his impending orgasm, his seed boiling in
his balls ready to explode, ready to impregnate the kinky
witch.
I have to satiate her lust, Harry thought, otherwise she's not
gonna stop until she milks me dry.
And so, Harry did the only thing he could think of.
With one hand still gripping Daphne's hip, the other trailed
up her thigh until he reached the soft, wet confines of her
leaking pussy. He fumbled around, his fingers quickly
coating themselves with her slick arousal as he trailed
them along the soft folds of her cunt, until he found his
target; the little, wet nub of her clit.
Daphne's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt
Harry's fingers on her clit. She turned to look at him, her
lips parted in pleasure, her cheeks flushed red.
She's about to cum, Harry realised. And when she does,
she'll slow down.
And so, Harry got to work.
His fingers danced around the little bud of nerves,
pressing and teasing as Daphne's cunt spasmed around
his cock, her walls pulsing in a slow, rhythmic motion
But if Harry thought Daphne would come quietly, he was
sorely mistaken.
For Daphne's orgasm was anything but quiet.
Her breath hitched, her eyes closing as she threw her head
back, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. Her
hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails scratching
the wood as she moaned; a whorish, guttural moan that
seemed to reverberate through the room, echoing off the
walls and filling Harry's ears with the sweetest symphony
he had ever heard.
Her cunt clenched around his length, her walls squeezing
around his cock as she came, the sensation so intense
that Harry felt his own orgasm threatening to tip over, his
balls churning with his seed as he struggled to hold back.
But Harry's efforts were in vain.
As Daphne screamed out, her cunt spasming around his
length, her walls pulsing and milking his cock with every
wave of her orgasm, Harry's resolve crumbled, his mind
going blank as he suddenly thrust his hips up, slamming
his cock deep into Daphne's fluttering pussy as he came.
"FUCK, DAPHNE!" Harry roared, all pretense of discretion
thrown out the window. "TAKE MY CUM, YOU FUCKING
SLUT!"
Daphne could only moan in reply, her eyes flying open as
she felt the sudden, intense sensation of Harry's thick
cock pulsing inside her, the tip pressing against her cervix
as he came, his hot, white seed filling her up in a torrent
It was a moment before Harry regained his senses, before
the haze of his orgasm cleared away. He looked around,
his eyes widening as he realised what he had just done,
his heart pounding in his chest.
Hermione was staring at him, her eyes wide with shock
and horror, her face flushed red. She turned to look at
Daphne, who looked back at her with a dazed expression,
her cunt still spasming around Harry's length as she tried
to regain her breath.
"I—I can explain," Harry tried.
But Hermione was already on her feet, her eyes fixed on
the door as she rushed out of the room in a hurry, her
books forgotten in her haste.
And as the door slammed shut, Harry couldn't help but
sigh. On one hand, he had never felt so alive. He had just
fucked the Daphne Greengrass after all. But on the other
hand, he couldn't help but feel that his relationship with
Hermione was never going to be the same.
Harry pushed Daphne off his lap, his cock sliding out of
her with a wet sound. She collapsed onto the table, her
legs too weak to support her after the intense orgasm she
had just experienced.
Not seeing any sign of life from Daphne, Harry reached
over to her ass, and gave her a light slap, his hand
connecting with her soft, plump ass cheeks.
Daphne's eyes flew open, and she turned her head around
on the table to look at him.
"What was that for?" Daphne whined.
"I could have asked you the same question," Harry replied,
watching as his seed dribbled out of her abused pussy,
and down her thighs.
Daphne pouted. "This is not my fault!" she complained. "If
your stupid, big cock didn't feel so good, none of this
would have happened!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "My cock feels good?" he asked,
a smirk on his face.
"I did not say that!" Daphne snapped, her cheeks flushing
red as she finally mustered the strength to sit up on the
table.
"You did, slut," Harry replied, a teasing smile on his face.
"But luckily for you, it was only Hermione who saw us, and
she is far too prudish to ever speak about this with
anyone. So, our little secret is safe. At least, for now."
Daphne rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile
that spread across her face. "That's a relief," she said, her
voice a little strained. "But don't think this means I'm going
to let you do whatever you want with me, pervert!"
Harry laughed. A full-blown, hearty laugh that echoed
through the room. "Knowing you, I won't have to," he said
grinning. "You'll come crawling back to me, begging for my
cock, before the week is out!"
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