Detention with Daphne & Pansy (Harry / Daphne / Pansy: One-Shot)

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Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.

"I told you, Headmistress," Pansy pleaded, desperately trying to persuade McGonagall of her innocence. "I was just trying to stop them. I had no part in it, I swear!"

Headmistress McGonagall looked at the three students standing before her in her office. Harry, Daphne, and Pansy, along with many others, had returned to Hogwarts to finish their seventh year after Harry's defeat of Voldemort. And with the dangers of the war now past them, many had taken to indulging in pleasures of a more carnal nature in an attempt to put the horrors of the war behind them. Harry and Daphne, if the rumours were to be believed, were at the forefront of this particular trend, and had been caught fucking in the hallways after curfew the previous night by McGonagall herself.

"And yet, Miss Parkinson, your panties were found around your ankles at the scene of the crime. Care to explain that?" McGonagall asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes darting between Harry, Daphne, and the headmistress. "I... I was trying to... to pull them apart, and I must have tripped—"

"Tripped?" McGonagall interjected, clearly not buying the lie. At least Harry and Daphne had the decency to admit their guilt instead of concocting elaborate stories that the headmistress could clearly see through. "Would that be before or after you took off your undergarments?"

Pansy scowled, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she tried and failed to come up with a reasonable excuse. "After," she muttered after a pause, before raising her head and standing tall once more. "But I didn't have anything to do with their tryst!"

McGonagall's lips pursed, clearly unconvinced. "Be that as it may, you were out after curfew, which is a violation of school rules. And if you were indeed only trying to stop them, you will have another chance to prove so now." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the three students standing before her. "I have to step out for five minutes. And if I catch the three of you fucking on my desk when I come back, I will be very displeased."

Pansy's hopeful expression turned to one of horror. "But Professor, I would never—!"

"Five minutes, Miss Parkinson," McGonagall interjected sharply, before sweeping out of the room, leaving the three students alone in her office.

The second the door closed behind McGonagall, Pansy whirled around, crossing her arms and fixing Harry and Daphne with a glare. "This is all your fault," she hissed, jabbing a finger at Harry in particular. "If you two want to fuck, do it in your own bloody rooms, not the goddamn hallways."

Harry simply shrugged, smirking as he leaned back against the wall. "Don't blame me, Parkinson. It's not my fault you couldn't keep your fingers out of your panties long enough to stop us."

Pansy sputtered in shock. "I... I... That's a lie!"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Sure it is," she remarked, giving Pansy a knowing smile, her eyes glancing down the other girl's figure suggestively. "Do you think the headmistress knows just how much of a slut you really are, Pansy?"

Pansy's cheeks flushed at the remark. "Shut up! I am not a slut!"

"Then why were you fingering yourself with such desperation when we were caught?" Daphne teased, arching an eyebrow at her friend. "Were you by any chance hoping we'd invite you to join in? Or fantasizing about what it might be like to have Harry's cock stuffed to the hilt inside of you, instead?"

A heated blush bloomed across Pansy's cheeks, but before she could respond, Harry cleared his throat, drawing the two girls' attention back to him.

"I hate to interrupt the conversation, ladies, but I don't think Professor McGonagall will be back anytime soon," he said, grinning as he gestured to the Marauder's Map he had laid out on the professor's desk. "She's taking her sweet time in her chambers, that's for sure."

Daphne looked from the map, to the door, then to Harry. "You're saying... We could...?"

"If we hurry," Harry said, waggling his eyebrows mischievously. "What do you say, Daph? Ever wanted to fuck on the headmistress' desk before?"

"You wouldn't dare..." Pansy breathed, her wide brown eyes fixed on the couple, a hopeful undertone in her voice.

Daphne bit her lip, considering the idea. "I think I would," she said, grinning as she stepped closer to Harry, guiding him towards the headmistress' desk while her hands reached for his belt.

Harry smirked at Pansy, kicking off his shoes as Daphne yanked down his trousers, his cock springing free, as hard as ever. Daphne's eyes widened appreciatively at the sight of it, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she lowered herself to her knees before him.

Pansy watched in a mix of horror and awe as Daphne took Harry's cock into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she eagerly sucked him off. "You can't... you can't be serious!" she hissed, glancing at the door nervously. "She'll be back any minute!"

Harry groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Daphne's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. "You're welcome to join in, Pansy," he said, smirking as he looked over at the other girl. "Or you could just watch. I know how much you enjoy that."

Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes fixed on the sight of Daphne's lips wrapped around Harry's cock. She couldn't believe they were doing this, right here in the headmistress' office. It was insane. It was reckless. It was...

Hot.

Pansy's breath hitched as she watched Daphne deepthroat Harry's cock, her own body growing hot and achy with need. She couldn't take her eyes off of them, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Harry's hips begin to thrust into Daphne's mouth in earnest, and how the girl's throat bulged as he filled her with his girth.

"Fuck, Daph," Harry groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as he held her head in place. "You're so fucking good at that."

Daphne hummed around his cock, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she was impaled on his thick length. Harry groaned as she reached down to play with his balls, and Pansy's own thighs clenched together at the sight, the heat between her legs growing hotter with each passing moment. She shifted on the spot, glancing at the door again, but the idea of Harry's cock sliding in and out of Daphne's mouth, and the noises the girl made as she sucked and slurped at him, were driving Pansy insane with need.

Before she could think twice about it, Pansy's hand found its way under her skirt, her fingers slipping beneath her panties as she watched the scene unfold before her. She couldn't help it. She was so turned on, her body aching with need as she watched Harry's thick, throbbing cock slide in and out of Daphne's eager mouth.

She only wished it was her in Daphne's place, with Harry's cock buried deep down her own throat, filling her with his heat.

Just as that thought entered her mind, Daphne pulled away, panting as she stood up. Harry groaned at the loss, reaching for her as she stepped away, but she batted his hands away, licking her lips instead. "I'm good for now, Harry," she breathed. "But I think our dear friend Pansy wants a turn."

Pansy froze, her heart pounding in her chest as Harry and Daphne both turned to look at her.

"What... What are you talking about?" she stammered, trying to ignore the heat and ache in her core.

Harry smirked, his eyes wandering over Pansy's body, and she knew he could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took.

"You want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Admit it, Pansy. You want my cock."

Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes darting between Harry and Daphne. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she lied, even as her fingers continued to rub at the slick folds of her pussy. "H—half-blood cock isn't for pure-bloods like—"

"Oh, shut up," Daphne interrupted, rolling her eyes. "You're a slut, and you know it. And don't bother pretending you're not getting any enjoyment out of watching us. You're drenched, Pansy."

Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep red, her eyes darting between Harry and Daphne. "I... I..."

"Come here, Pansy," Harry said, his voice commanding. "I want you to bend over the desk."

Pansy's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she looked at Harry. "What?"

"You heard me," Harry said, smirking as he gestured to the desk. "Bend over. I want to fuck you."

Pansy's heart pounded in her chest, her eyes darting between Harry and Daphne. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind at once, but before she could stop herself, she found her body moving of its own accord, walking towards the headmistress' desk. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could hear the way her own heavy breathing filled the room as she reached the desk and placed her hands on it, bending over slowly. The moment her face touched the polished wood, Harry's hands were all over her, and Pansy gasped, her hands bracing against the desk as Harry flipped up her skirt, revealing her lace-covered arse to the world.

"Fuck, Pansy," Harry groaned, his hands running over her curves appreciatively. "You've got a great arse."

Pansy blushed, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Th—thank you," she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest as Harry's hands slid down to her panties, tugging them down to her ankles.

"Step out of them," Harry instructed, and Pansy obeyed, kicking her panties to the side as she spread her legs wide for him.

Harry groaned, his hands running over her bare arse, his fingers slipping between her legs to find her slick and ready for him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he breathed, his fingers sliding through her folds as he positioned himself at her entrance. "You really do want this, don't you?"

Pansy moaned, her hips bucking back against him as she felt his cockhead slide along her folds, teasing her entrance. "Please, Harry," she begged, her voice breathy and desperate. "Please, fuck me with your filthy half-blood cock! Sully this pure-blood pussy with your savage ways and pump me full of your—ah!"

Pansy cried out, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as Harry slammed into her, his thick cock filling her completely, stretching her wide around him.

"Fuck, you're tight," Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust into her in earnest. "You feel so fucking good, Pansy."

Pansy moaned, her hips bucking back against him as he fucked her, his cock sliding in and out of her at a rapid pace. She could feel the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the way his cock hit all the right spots inside of her... She should have been ashamed of herself. To beg for a half-blood's cock like this... Her body was made for only the purest of cocks, the cocks of men worthy of such a woman as she was. And yet, she couldn't think of any place else she'd rather be in that moment, save for right here, taking every inch of Harry's cock as he stretched her wide and made her moan for more.

And the excitement of what they were doing, right there in the headmistress' office, where they could be caught any minute by a furious McGonagall, just made every thrust, every slap of Harry's balls against her folds, feel that much more intense.

"Harry," she gasped, her hands gripping the desk as he fucked her. "Harry, I'm... I'm going to come!"

Harry groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her leaking cunt, watching her fat arse bounce back against every thrust of his hips. The professor's desk shook beneath them, groaning and creaking as they both fucked like animals, only aware of the pleasure that coursed through their veins.

"Do it, Pansy," Harry growled. "Come on my fucking cock, you dirty little half-blood-loving whore."

Pansy cried out at his degrading words, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around Harry's cock as waves of pleasure washed over her, drenching the desk beneath her with the gushes of her orgasm. She could feel the way her body milked him, the way her pussy squeezed his cock as she came, and she knew he was close too.

"Fuck, Pansy," he grunted, his hips moving faster and faster as he chased his own release. "I'm going to—fuck!—I'm going to come!"

Pansy moaned, her body still trembling with aftershocks as Harry pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. Before Pansy could blink, Daphne was there, dropping to her knees, dragging her to the floor next to her.

"Come on us, Harry," Daphne urged, her eyes glittering with excitement as she looked up at him. "Come all over our faces!"

Pansy moaned, her eyes fixed on Harry's throbbing cock as he jacked himself off, the sight of it sending another wave of arousal through her. And when Harry finally came, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he spurted his seed all over their faces, Pansy moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the come from her lips, tasting his filthy half-blood seed for the first time.

Harry groaned, his cock pulsing in his hand as he came down from his high, looking down at the two girls kneeling before him. The come still dribbled from their faces, and he couldn't help but smile, admiring the view. "You two really are the hottest fucking bitches at Hogwarts," he chuckled.

Daphne grinned, using a finger to scoop a bit of come from Pansy's cheek. "And now we've got proof," she said, smirking as she put her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean of his seed. "Mmm, nice."

But just then, the door swung open, and Pansy's contentment faded away in a heartbeat as she turned around to look at the newcomer. McGonagall stood in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight before her as she took in the scene.

"What in the name of Merlin..." she trailed off, her eyes darting between Harry's glistening cock to the girls kneeling before him, their faces covered in his cum.

Pansy's cheeks flushed a deep red, her heart pounding in her chest as McGonagall's gaze turned to her. "Pr—Professor McGonagall!" she stammered, jumping to her feet and desperately trying to wipe Harry's cum from her face. "I can explain!"

But the headmistress merely crossed her arms, her lips pursing as she looked at the three students standing before her. "I told you what would happen if I returned to find you engaged in such activities, did I not?" she asked, her eyes sweeping over them. "And yet here you are, desecrating my desk with your vulgarities!"

Pansy wrung her hands in front of her, her mind racing for an excuse, any excuse. And in that moment, her mind empty from the heavenly orgasm that had just rocketed through her, Pansy had no choice but to fall back to her old habits. "Professor, I swear, I had nothing to do with this! I—I was only trying to stop them, just like before, and—and I—"

"And you just happened to catch a face full of come in the process?" McGonagall interjected, arching an eyebrow.

Pansy blushed deeper, her cheeks feeling like they were on fire. "W—well, when you put it that way, it sounds bad—"

"Indeed, Miss Parkinson. Indeed, it does," McGonagall agreed.

The 'Harry / Daphne / Pansy' pairing was voted for by my generous supporters in the Story Shaper tier. Thank you so much for your kind support!

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+.

Next up after this, more of Harry's Perfect Summer!