Power Isn’t Everything Ch.2 (Harry Potter)

Read Chapter 1 here 

A/N: Going to be editing Ch.1 and Ch.2 in the next 3-4 days. Have to fix the vagueness of what Harry is trying to accomplish. But that should only affect a couple paragraphs so won't change the chapters too much

Summary: Harry arrives in Italy, and Daphne meets him for the first time.

The mocha-skinned woman under Harry threw her head back with a moan and wrapped her long legs around his waist. Harry kept his thrusts steady into the spot inside her that drove her wild with machine-like precision, bringing the beautiful woman closer and closer to another mind-melting orgasm.

Harry never thought that the first witch he bedded in Italy would be the infamous black widow of Britain. He could only assume that the woman was looking for another victim in a country that didn't yet know how dangerous she was. Harry didn't care much about that, as long as he wasn't the target.

To Harry's surprise, his intuition told him that the many times widowed Valentina Zabini preferred to be loved gently during sex. Well, he was nothing if not an accommodating lover. Harry gripped her silky black hair and pulled on it tightly to reveal her slender neck before leaning down to pepper kisses along her smooth skin.

"Yesss," Valentina hissed, "Keep going, baby."

Harry moved his lips from her neck to her mouth, gently pulling her bottom lip between his teeth before letting go.

"You feel wonderful, Val," Harry said between soft kisses, "It feels like I belong inside you. I wish I found you years earlier."

Harry felt her pussy fluttering around his thrusting cock as the curvy witch mewled while running her fingers down his back, leaving red streaks from her nails. He mentally counted the number of times Valentina came around his cock and felt it was time to end the encounter.

"I'm coming, Val! I can't hold back anymore!" Harry was indirectly giving the witch an option. He didn't have a personal preference to where he released his load, as long as it was on, or in, the witch he was fucking. The exchange wouldn’t occur if most of his seed was wasted on the sheets.

"Inside me, lover!"

Harry grunted as he buried his cock inside Valentina's wet pussy and emptied his balls. Even as he filled her womb with his seed, Harry could tell that the witch under him had an ulterior motive. He wasn't skilled at the mind arts, but Harry didn't need to be to know that she aimed to get impregnated in an attempt to trap him. He vaguely remembered that she had a son in Slytherin that was in his year, so she must think that he would do the right thing and claim the child. Well, Harry would, but Valentina would never carry his children. She could scheme all she wanted because Harry had already taken precautions against that long ago.

That was the first thing he did after starting this strange phase of his life where he started to bed women. Harry had no intention of leaving a trail of children as he acted like a manslut in the name of gaining power.

Valentina sighed when Harry pulled out of her and covered her leaking pussy with her hand, keeping the cum he shot inside where it was.

"You have to do that again, my love. I have never felt so full before."

Harry eyed the dark-skinned witch with a bit of admiration. Valentina's acting would have moved him if he had never left Britain... probably. After all, the sexy witch was unbearably attractive. Harry honestly didn't fault her past husbands for falling to her charms.

Besides her stunning face and wide hips, she had two very attractive... features.

If Harry didn't want to finish this encounter as quickly as possible, he would have spent hours playing with her large breasts, nursing on her dark nipples until they were sore to the touch. It was like Valentina gained all the benefits of birthing a child without any negatives, keeping her full breasts firm and high on her chest.

Harry tore his eyes away from the older witch's tits and saw the sultry smile on her lips. He was tempted to break his own rules and sample Valentina again, but eventually, reason won the battle. Harry didn't want to give her any more hope, even though she wasn't innocent in this either. Besides, he didn't want to find himself poisoned if Valentina believed she was carrying his heir. That would be a hassle to deal with.

"Thank you for the wonderful farewell, my love. I wish I could stay longer to enjoy your company."

"But you could," Valentina pouted and drew him closer, "If you stay, we could spend all our time in his bed. Wouldn't you like that?"

Harry closed the gap and slipped her a tongue-filled kiss. When he pulled back, he said, "I wish I could. But I have somewhere to be, and it can't be delayed."

"Tell me that you’ll visit again," Valentina gently ran her fingers over his spent cock, "I will miss you."

Harry kissed her again and lied, "Of course."

As he left her home, Harry felt a kinship with that woman. Valentina had sex for reasons similar to him, even if hers was monetary and less beneficial for her partner... since they usually ended up dead. At least there was no need to feel guilt for lying to her.

Harry wiped her from his mind, apparated to his hotel room, and did his usual routine. Meditating while trying to focus on what had changed within him. This time he was looking at his magic, so it was nowhere near as obvious compared to when he was improving his body. It was more based on feeling rather than measurement. Since this was just the start of perfecting his magic, the easiest way to tell was if he could connect with it easier.

And he could. It was minuscule, unnoticeable if Harry wasn't so attuned to his body. It was actually more than he expected when he compared it to the few times he had taken witches to bed in the past. While it wouldn't make a difference in actual casting just yet, this was only the start.

There was a slight smile on his face as he thought about what to do tomorrow.

Harry had been welcomed into the wizarding circles of Italy rather quickly once he revealed himself. While he did have to listen to nonstop prattling by excited fanatics, Harry thought it was a fair tradeoff to the numerous options that presented themselves. It was just like when he had begun the journey to perfect his body, with almost every woman he saw having something to offer, only this time it was for his magic.

There was only one thing that slightly irked him.

The major setback of the ritual that Harry chose to utilize was how limited it was in finding the desirable targets. It threw a wide net, but it was a crapshoot when specifying a choice, making the benefits gained up to luck. However, the reason he used this particular ritual was the simplicity... and the safety. Other options were available in the tome, but Harry didn't want to deal with the consequences of failing those rituals.

The price could be small, like removing the ability to taste for a few days. But, knowing his luck, Harry felt it was wise to think the worst would happen. Getting his body turned into a blackened husk didn't seem like a fun time. And that risk definitely wasn't worth the relatively minor upgrade Harry would receive.

In exchange for not having to risk the chance of getting himself in a state worse than death, Harry could only sense that a woman had something to offer him, not the quality of that offering. Unfortunately, this could mean Harry might pick a subpar target tomorrow instead of someone like Valentina Zabini, who was a rarity. It wasn't too much of a problem since it only meant a wasted night, but Harry despised having all of his efforts wasted.

If only all the women were like Mrs. Zabini. She had almost made a beeline toward him before Harry quickly found himself inside her. No effort to sweet talk her needed on his part.

Harry removed his clothes and happily collapsed on the bed, ready to sleep and recharge for another round tomorrow.

[Break]

Daphne arrived in Italy over a week ago, and most of that time was spent observing her assignment. The Minister had given her a file on Harry Potter before she left Britain. It was mainly about what he'd been up to, which was eye-opening.

Daphne had an inkling about why she was chosen to retrieve Harry Potter, especially when the Minister strongly hinted at what was expected of her during their talks. However, looking at the file made it all too obvious.

Harry Potter gained a recent liking of blondes, and he made it a habit to take one home with him almost every day for months upon months. Daphne played with the ends of her blonde hair, the reason she was chosen for this. She had fallen to the point of whoring herself out to the golden boy to rid the stain on her family.

However, looking at what Harry was doing for the past week, her blonde hair might not be advantageous anymore. He had taken home a variety of women that didn't show a pattern. Brunettes, redheads, blondes, and one witch that had green-colored hair. Daphne even had a chance to go home with Potter when he came to her and flirted without recognizing her.

With how much action he was getting, Daphne would have become one of the many forgotten women that graced his bed. Not very conducive to convincing Harry to come back to Britain.

She had noticed an almost formulaic approach to what Harry was doing. The others that attended these types of gatherings already knew of Harry's promiscuous behavior, but they never paid such close attention to his mannerisms to notice his odd robot-like way of conversing.

It was like every word that left Harry's lips was with a purpose. Daphne didn't notice when he was flirting with her, but Harry was scarily good at making a woman interested in what he was saying. It was like Harry knew precisely the right things to say to pull his prey into his orbit. Daphne wasn't sure when she started thinking of Harry as a hunter, but that was what he was.

It was on full display again today.

Daphne sipped a glass of wine as she watched Harry work his magic. This time, the witch that had his attention was rather plain compared to his usual targets, making Daphne curious about what Harry's goal was. Was it really just to have sex with different women almost every night? That sounded more exhausting than pleasurable. Especially since Daphne saw in the file that he's been at this for years.

She thought there might be a slim chance that Harry might be using his new looks to get what he missed at Hogwarts. Daphne wasn't blind. She saw that Harry was vastly more attractive than he ever was back at school. He certainly hadn't been ugly, but neither was he this adonis that was almost freakishly handsome.

"I'm flattered, really, but I'd like to go on a few dates with you before that."

Daphne's eyebrows raised in surprise as the witch denied Harry's advances. It technically wasn't a rejection, but she had never seen the former Gryffindor accept one of those offers. It might be shallow of Daphne, but a woman like that would usually jump at the chance to be with someone like Harry.

As expected, Harry smoothly exited the conversation before walking to the bar to order a drink. Daphne happened to be sitting on a stool right next to where he was standing. She could see that he was already scoping out the next target and was slightly insulted that his gaze passed over her without a reaction.

That was another thing that made Potter all the more curious. Not that he wasn't interested in her, but that he felt no anger or frustration at not getting what he wanted. Daphne noticed that when she rejected him, and again during the rare times other women denied him.

"Don't you get tired of it?"

When Harry looked at her, Daphne cursed herself for speaking impulsively. She was still trying to find the best way to bring Harry back, and this might ruin everything before she even tried.

"Sorry?"

Daphne was annoyed that he still didn't seem interested with the view she knew he had. Her seated position gave Harry a perfect line of sight down the v-neck of her dress, letting him have a good look at her bountiful cleavage. Daphne figured she might as well use this frustration to differentiate herself from the others. Maybe being cross with Potter was the ideal plan.

"I see you jumping from one witch to another every day. Don't you get tired of it?"

Harry looked at the blonde curiously before asking, "Daphne, right?"

"Congratulations, Potter," Daphne mocked, "It must be hard remembering the name of someone you haven't shagged."

"You'd be surprised. I remember the names of the women that rejected me more than the ones I 'shagged,' as you say."

Daphne blinked at his honesty and giggled inadvertently.

"So I'm guessing you haven't changed your mind?"

Daphne smirked and said, "You'd be right about that."

"Hmm," Harry looked closer at her, "You seem familiar... Did you go to Hogwarts while I attended?"

Daphne leaned back and put her glass on the counter, wondering if she had been that invisible at school. She had always been the quiet one that didn't get involved in any drama, but Daphne vainly thought that boys at least knew her name.

"Not only that, Potter, but I was in the same year."

For the first time, Daphne saw a spark in his eyes that hadn't existed before.

"Really?" Harry sat next to her, "It's been some time since I spoke to any of my classmates. Which house were you in? I'm surprised I didn't notice someone as beautiful as you."

"Smooth, Potter," Daphne rolled her eyes, "And I'm not surprised you don't remember me. I was in Slytherin, and you were far too involved in an affair with Malfoy to notice anyone else in the house."

Daphne crossed her arms and waited to see how Harry would react. If he was anything like his redheaded friend, she wouldn't be surprised if he fell out of the stool in a rush to get away from her.

"Wow," Harry looked her up and down, "I was in the wrong house."

Daphne would have been more impressed if he said that to her face and not her tits. Then again, she crossed her arms to bring attention to them. Daphne wanted to remind Harry of what she had to offer before he potentially insulted her in the name of house loyalty. She was satisfied when he didn't blink at what she said.

"Imagine what could have been," Daphne said drily, "I didn't forget that you never answered me. Don't you get tired of doing this?"

"Tired?" Harry thought of what all this work would lead to. He would be unstoppable, with magic as easy as breathing, and he wasn't exaggerating even a little. Any and all new spells, no matter how difficult it might be for others, would take only the most minimal effort for Harry to cast.

Daphne felt her heart skip a beat when she felt her skin tingling. A familiar feeling to when she had seen her father go ballistic and haphazardly spew magic around in anger when the Dark Lord died. That level of magical output was matched by the man sitting next to her when he had a determined look in his eyes.

Daphne had to hold back a shudder at the thought of Harry in a rage similar to her father. For the first time, she thought the 'chosen one' nonsense might not be all propaganda.

"No," Harry smiled as his eyes wandered away, "Until I'm done, I'll never be tired of this."

Harry pretty much confirmed what Daphne thought. His extreme change in attitude was because of a goal he was chasing. The question now was what type of goal required him to be such a cad.

"Daphne," Harry's eyes were still on something over her head, "Do you mind if we postpone this talk?"

Daphne glanced over her shoulder and saw a couple of witches making eyes at Harry. She looked back at him and was surprised to see him actually look slightly remorseful.

"Let me guess," Daphne drawled, "You're going to try to get a two of one tonight."

"You know how I think," Harry smirked shamelessly, “Unless you're offering?"

Daphne rolled her eyes and waved him off. She watched him saunter to his targets and beckon with his fingers to wandlessly summon drinks to his future conquests. Daphne's lips twitched in disbelief.

That was a new one, but highly effective. The witches looked mighty impressed by Harry's feat, and less than ten minutes later, Harry walked by her with both of them in his arms. Daphne was tempted to draw her wand when the wizarding hero winked at her.

All of a sudden, the assignment the Minister gave Daphne wasn't the only reason she was doing this. Harry Potter was unexpectedly a lot more interesting than she ever imagined.

"Oh, my! What brings you to Italy, Daphne?"

Daphne was brought out of her thoughts by a woman possessing a beauty that few could match.

"Mrs. Zabini?" Daphne had met her a few times while at school due to being acquaintances with Blaise Zabini. Still, she would prefer those meetings never happened.

The older witch took a seat next to her, much to Daphne's displeasure, and said, "I see you're friends with my dear Harry."

Daphne mentally groaned. She would have thought that Harry would know the dangers of sticking his dick in crazy with all the experience he had.

"Barely," Daphne said with a mock-disgusted look on her face, "I was just surprised that he was here. After all, he disappeared from Britain years ago."

"He is full of surprises," Valentina almost moaned before snapping out of it. "No matter. Be a dear and tell him I'm still waiting for him."

Daphne thanked Merlin when the dangerous witch abruptly left after that. She'd have to make sure to carry some antidotes from now on.