Bratty Daphne (Ch. 7 - Can't Get Enough)

The results from the latest character poll is in! In first and second place, we have Daphne and Pansy respectively. Because of all of your enthusiasm around Pansy, I have decided to include them both in the next one-shot, which will be coming up right after this! Thanks to everyone who commented and voted their opinions! If you would like to influence the character polls in the future, please consider joining the 'Story Shaper' tier! Thanks!

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

Harry tapped his quill against the desk, staring at the title of his paper. "Investigating Thaumaturgic Resonance: Harmonic Spellcasting and the Amplification of Enchanted Frequencies." It looked impressive on parchment, but would it hold up under the scrutiny of the world’s foremost Charms researchers? The International Symposium on Experimental Charmwork was the most prestigious conference of its kind, drawing spellcrafters, enchanters, and theoretical magicians from every corner of the wizarding world. Some of the greatest minds in magical academia would be in attendance—most of whom had been studying Charms longer than Harry had been alive—and in one month's time, Harry would be presenting his latest research to the assembly.

He sighed, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. The library was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of activity beyond the heavy wooden door. He had sequestered himself in his usual private study room in the library to avoid distractions, but his mind was still a million miles away. He had been trying to focus on his paper for weeks, but every time he sat down to write, his thoughts drifted back to her.

Daphne Greengrass. She had become quite the distraction these days. More and more frequently, he found his thoughts wandering from Charms theories to that long, blonde hair, those piercing blue eyes, and those perfect, plump lips wrapped around—

The door to his study room burst open, and speaking of the devil, there she was. Daphne Greengrass stood in the doorway, her chest heaving as if she had run all the way to the library. She quickly locked the door behind her, leaning against it as if to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples threatening to burst free from her tight, low-cut top with every breath. Harry’s eyes drifted lower, taking in the shortened skirt that showed off her long, toned legs and the bottom of her round bubble butt.

Merlin, she looks like a fucking slut, he thought, his cock already stirring in his trousers, all thoughts of symposiums and Charms papers quickly evaporating from his mind.

Daphne strode into the room proper and tossed a roll of parchment onto the table, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Flitwick’s gone mental," she declared, settling at the edge of the table, her knee bumping against Harry's leg. "He’s given me another bloody essay. I swear, it's like he hates me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve this."

Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "You mean besides cheating on your Charms homework?"

Daphne scowled at him, her eyes flashing. "Shut up," she said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up and together in a way that made Harry's mouth go dry. "Are you going to do it, or not?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking from Daphne's heaving tits to the essay requirements she had tossed onto the table. It did not look very difficult. "Depends."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "Fine." She paused for dramatic effect, then asked, "What's it gonna take for you to write this for me, huh? A look at my tits?" She reached up and yanked down the low-cut top, giving Harry a front-row seat to the best pair of breasts in all of Hogwarts. "Or maybe this?" She spread her legs apart, letting her tiny skirt ride up just enough to give Harry a glimpse of her pink, clean-shaven pussy.

Harry swallowed hard. She had 'forgotten' her panties again. Merlin, she is such a fucking tease.

"Quit the crap, Daphne," Harry said, his heart hammering in his chest. "We both know what you're here for," he continued, lightly tapping his lap for emphasis. "You didn't have to flash me for that. All you need to do is ask."

Daphne blushed, a familiar fiery shade of crimson, but Harry could see the unmistakable glint of excitement in her blue eyes, as if she had gotten just what she wanted. She pushed away from the desk, stepping over him. "Just let the record show that you're the pervert using my body, and not the other way around," she said, before her long, slender hands settled onto Harry's broad shoulders.

"Whether I'm slurping on your stupid, thick cock or you're stuffing my cunt full in front of your friends, just remember that I'm only doing this because my career depends on it!" she added defiantly, before she slid down onto his lap, straddling him and grinding down on his straining bulge.

Her massive tits were still exposed, jutting proudly toward him, a half-inch from his face, and Harry could not resist. He leaned forward, pulling her flesh into his mouth, suckling hard as his hands slipped beneath her skirt to feel her soft, smooth skin. One hand found her ass, kneading the plump flesh as the other slipped between her legs.

The change in demeanour was immediate.

"Please," Daphne whimpered, her head falling back as Harry's fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles over the sensitive nub. "Please, this isn't fair." Her hips began to thrust against his hand, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Not fair?" Harry chuckled, his mouth moving to her other breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "What isn't fair, Daphne?"

Daphne whimpered, grinding down harder on his fingers. "That you know just... just what to do to me," she panted, her hips twitching as Harry slipped a finger inside her tight, wet pussy. "You know how to drive me crazy."

"Tell me what you want, Daphne," Harry murmured, his lips trailing down the valley between her breasts. "Tell me what you need."

Daphne blushed, the redness spreading from her cheeks down her neck and across her chest. "I... I need..." She hesitated, her eyes fluttering closed as Harry's fingers continued to work their magic. "No! Don’t try to make me into the pervert here. I just need the essay done! Just—fuck—just tell me what to do! Please! Anything! I'll do anything," she whimpered, and there it was—that blush of vulnerability, her veneer of the 'Ice Queen' slipping to show the horny desperation she tried so desperately to hide.

Harry smiled, loving the way she whined under his ministrations. "Get on your knees," he commanded, and just like that, Daphne was on her knees, kneeling between his legs on the floor, eager to service him.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with desire, her blue eyes wide and innocent. She quickly reached up and wrapped her long blonde hair into a ponytail, before her hands flew to his trousers, unzipping and pulling out his large, throbbing cock.

She had barely gotten her mouth around the head before Harry let out a low chuckle. "I never told you to start gobbling on my cock," he said, smirking down at her.

Daphne rolled her eyes, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. "Shut up," she growled. "This is clearly what you had in mind."

She leaned forward again, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock, her eyebrow raised, as if daring him to tell her to stop. And when Harry did no such thing, she sucked him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper.

Harry groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as he watched her lips stretch wide around his shaft, using her ponytail as a handle to help bob her head up and down on his cock, swallowing him half to the base and slurping up again.

"Good girl," Harry groaned, watching as she wrapped one small hand around his thick base, while her other hand massaged his balls, her nails ever so gently scratching at his skin in a way that sent shivers through his body.

Daphne kept at her work, taking every inch that would fit in her mouth, and her soft mewls of pleasure muffled by his pulsating cock in her mouth were all the confirmation Harry needed. It wasn't just about getting good grades. Daphne genuinely loved sucking on his thick cock. And even though she'd never admit it, she genuinely craved Harry's cum deep down her throat.

Still, Daphne struggled with the depth and kept sputtering out, which only added to her frustration, but Harry couldn't get mad at her.

She was too cute when she worked up her cock-frenzy like this. It was just an indescribably hot sight to watch Daphne trying to stuff as much cock down her throat as she could, until she pulled off with a wet 'pop', a trail of saliva connecting her swollen lips and the object of her desire.

"Need a hand?", he joked, fisting her blonde hair tighter in his hands.

He had expected her eyes to shoot daggers up at him. For her to tell him to shut up and let her do her job, but instead, a shy, almost embarrassed smile appeared on her beautiful face, and then, she nodded.

As Daphne took a deep breath, Harry gently guided her lips to his cock's head again. "Go on, Daphne," he said with a serious note. "You can do this."

With an eagerness Harry had not seen coming, Daphne dove down on his throbbing cock again, swallowing as much of his dick as her slender throat was able to handle.

She was still three inches short, but that was nothing a bit of help from above couldn't overcome. With a tight grip around her ponytail and a bit of pressure, he forced her down his shaft, watching as another inch of his cock disappeared down her throat. "That's it, Daphne," Harry praised, his hips working in time with her head to pound his cock past the tight ring of her throat.

"GLURK GLURK GLURK GURK!" Daphne choked, her words muffled, as her mouth filled with his girth. But Harry was relentless, pushing his cock into the back of her throat again and again.

"That's it, you're nearly there," he grunted, attempting to push another inch into her throat before Daphne's gag reflex made her cough around his cock, drool flowing out of the corner of her mouth.

Not actually wanting to hurt her, he dragged her head off his cock. When Daphne caught her breath, a wave of anger washed over her face. Tears formed in her eyes and red spots appeared on her cheeks.

"Why did you stop me!?", she croaked in-between heaving breaths, wiping saliva and drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. "I—I almost had it!"

"Almost, yes," Harry said, confused at her irritation. "But you almost choked on it, Daphne. I don't want to hurt you."

Daphne only sighed, a small pout on her face. "Whatever", she said, "maybe next time..."

Harry looked at her, a bemused smile on his face. "Next time?" he teased, and her face burned with a familiar scarlet sheen.

"Shut up!" Daphne growled, her hands flying to her top, yanking it off over her head. "I meant next essay!" She stood up, her hands flying to her skirt, pushing it down over her ass until she stood before him, completely naked.

She climbed up into his lap, her knees settling on either side of his hips, her hands resting on his shoulders. She ground against his cock, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she coated his shaft in her wetness.

"I'm tired of your teasing," she said, her voice accusatory, as if she wasn't the biggest tease of them all. "I just... I just need to feel you inside me."

Harry smiled, his hands finding their way to her round, bubble butt, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as she rolled against him. "Is that so?"

Daphne nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she reached between them, lining his cock up with her entrance. "Yes," she whispered, sinking down onto his shaft, her tight pussy stretching around him.

Harry groaned, his head falling back as Daphne began to work herself up and down on his thick cock, her pussy gripping him in its warm, wet embrace.

"Fuck, Daphne," he grunted, his hips thrusting up to meet her, his cock pounding into her again and again. "You feel so fucking good."

"Yes!" Daphne mewled, her nails digging into his shoulders as she used them as leverage to fuck herself on his thick cock. "I've missed this. You and your stupid, perfect cock," she moaned, burying her face against his neck.

Harry chuckled, his hands gripping her ass tighter as he helped her bounce up and down on his cock. "I thought you were doing this for the essay," he teased, his lips finding her ear, nibbling on the soft flesh.

"Shut up," Daphne panted, her hips rolling faster, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Just... just shut up and fuck me."

Harry laughed, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers. "As you wish," he said, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Daphne moaned into his mouth, her hips moving faster, meeting his every thrust. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders as she pressed down onto his cock, feeling herself tighten around him as he drove deeper into her, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

"Harry," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm so close. Please, I need—I need—"

But Harry didn't let her finish.

His hands found their way to her hips again, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he slammed her down onto his cock with all his might, driving his cock into her at a blinding speed.

"Cum for me, Daphne," he grunted, his voice a low growl. "Cum all over my cock."

Daphne had no option but to obey. Her eyes flew open, her mouth parting in a silent scream as her orgasm washed over her, her pussy clenching around his length, her walls pulsing and milking his cock with every wave of her pleasure.

And the primal display was too much for Harry.

With a roar, he lifted her up, pulling her off his cock before he stood up, his hands holding her tight as he spun her around, bending her over the table, sending books and parchment flying. He lined his cock up with her entrance, slamming into her with one hard thrust.

"Fuck!" Daphne cried out, her hands clawing at the smooth surface of the table, trying to find anything to hold onto as Harry began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good," Harry grunted, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he fucked her, his cock pounding into her again and again.

"Yes!" Daphne screamed, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me hard!"

Harry groaned, his hips moving faster, watching on eagerly as her ass rippled delightfully with every plunge of his cock. He could feel his release building, the pressure in his balls growing with every thrust. And when Daphne's pussy clenched around him one last time, he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a roar, he came, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky cum. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Daphne whimpered beneath him, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm. "Fuck," she panted, her voice a breathless whisper. "That was... that was..."

"Incredible?" Harry supplied, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Daphne scoffed, but Harry could see the small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Shut up," she tried, but there was no heat in her words.

Harry chuckled, pulling out of her with a wet slurp. He stepped back, tucking his cock back into his trousers as he looked back down at his masterpiece.

Daphne, meanwhile, was not in a hurry. Using all the strength she had left in her wobbly arms, she pushed herself up, turning around on the table until she was seated on its edge, her beautiful behind resting on the precious essay he had been writing for the international symposium, a slack expression of satisfaction on her beautiful face.

She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his as he helped her with her clothes. "So," she said, her voice casual as she pulled her top back on over her head. "Have I earned your help on this essay, or...?"

Harry laughed, shaking his head as he watched a mixture of their juices trickle from her swollen pussy, smudging the ink on the parchment beneath her. He would have to start over on that one, but somehow, he didn't mind.

"Leave it with me," he said, handing her the tiny skirt that somehow made up the other half of her uniform. "I'll have it done by tomorrow."

"Good." She paused, her eyes flicking back to his, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "And Harry?"

Harry looked up, his eyebrow raised in question. "Yes?"

Daphne smiled, a smile unlike any he had seen from her before. "Next time, I will get your whole cock down my throat."

And with that, she jumped down from the table, quickly shimmied into her skirt, turned around and strutted out of the library room. And in her haste to leave with the final word, also completely forgetting to clean up the cum dribbling down her legs.

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