In His Father’s Footsteps Ch.2 (Harry Potter)

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Summary: Lily was nervous about her son getting the worst habits of his father. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened. It wasn't on purpose, but Harry found himself surrounded by witches. He was in love with Hermione, he really was, but she clearly had other plans. Not something Harry was complaining about, though. Chapter 2 is Harry/Daphne

Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Daphne’s swaying hips as she strutted away. Hermione’s giggle next to him broke his blatant staring as Harry turned to look at his girlfriend.

“It’s hard to look away, isn’t it?”

Harry once again looked for any hint of jealousy, but Hermione either hid it exceptionally well, or she was telling the truth. The truth being that Hermione wanted Harry to get Daphne to join them. As in joining their relationship to make it a threesome.

Now, Harry knew he had the same fantasies as any other regular wizard. Especially since he had the marauders heavily influencing how he thought about witches. Harry had come to Hogwarts expecting to have the best-looking witches in his future harem, and embarrassingly, he had spent a large part of the first few years listing which ‘witch’ was pretty enough to be included.

Harry was dragged down to reality when his mum found that list. The dressing-down Lily Potter gave to the men that corrupted her precious baby was one for the legends. Harry then learned the truth of what he should expect in a relationship. Of how no girl would tolerate her man to be wandering around with other girls. After that, a much more grounded Harry set his eyes on Hermione, wanting a relationship instead of collecting her for his harem.

That should have been the happily ever after his mother had told him about, but then Hermione drops a bombshell on him. Apparently, Harry was dating the only girl who wanted her boyfriend to not only fuck other girls, but also have an actual relationship with them. Sure, Hermione explained that she found girls equally as attractive as boys, but that didn’t really change the fact that Harry’s expectations were turned on its head… again.

It turned out that his father and his uncles had been right all along. Harry would be getting his harem of witches, but that would only be because Hermione actively pushed for it. Though, she would also say that it was her harem too.

Nonetheless, Harry was much more aware of Daphne flirting with him and more receptive. In fact, he was flirting right back, making the blonde Slytherin light up in happiness while shooting Hermione smug looks. Of course, his girlfriend acted oblivious to everything and demanded for him to keep Daphne in the dark about her giving permission. Hermione had muttered something about making a stuck-up princess show her true self.

“I never thought that the cliches of quiet witches were true, Hermione. But I think you might be the definition for it.”

Hermione giggled again and leaned forward to give Harry a short kiss. She pushed him toward where Daphne had walked off and said, “Don’t come back before getting something from Daphne. She crows about touching your arm like I’m supposed to be amazed. I can’t wait to see what she’ll do when you kiss her.”

After that, Harry watched Hermione go back to the common room with a skip in her step. He scratched the back of his head before shrugging and walking to where he knew Daphne would be waiting. They were going to practice some defense spells that she was having trouble with, but Harry knew it was really an excuse to have some time alone with him. Daphne having trouble in defense was laughable, almost similar to Hermione getting anything less than outstanding on a test.

Harry straightened his robes before entering the abandoned classroom that had become an impromptu training space. The first thing he saw was Daphne in a much more relaxed state, with her outer robes removed and the top few buttons of her shirt released. Harry was once again blown away by how effortlessly beautiful Daphne was. Most of Hogwarts agreed that she was one of the most attractive girls in school. The only reason Daphne didn’t have the majority of boys drooling after her was the reputation of being harsh with her rejections. Harry knew that many people called her the ice-princess of Slytherin because of it, or as some said in increasing regularity, the frigid-bitch of Hogwarts.

Daphne had gotten a kick out of the latter nickname and strived to live up to it. Harry was thankful that he and Hermione shared a compartment with Daphne on the first train ride to Hogwarts. He was confident that was the main reason why Daphne felt so comfortable around them. Comfortable enough not to put up any masks that made her so standoffish to most of the other students. Harry couldn’t help but feel pride whenever others saw Daphne laughing and smiling when around him. A small part of him wanted to taunt others of what they would never likely experience.

“Took you long enough. Did Granger try to stop you from coming?”

Harry’s lips twitched at the unintentional pun, and he couldn’t help himself, “Oh, Hermione never stops me from coming. In fact, she helps quite a lot with that issue.”

It took Daphne a minute to understand what Harry was going on about, but when she did, her wand was whipped out before a red bolt shot at him without warning.

Harry laughed and cast protego. The incoming spell splashed on the hastily put-up shield and dispersed harmlessly. He held up his hands and laughed out, “I couldn’t help it, Daphne.”

Daphne narrowed her ice-blue eyes before putting her wand away, “I’ll have you keep that information to yourself. I’m not as depraved as you two, defiling every broom closet you come across.”

“As you say, princess,” Harry agreed with a smile before asking, “So I thought you needed to learn how to cast a nonverbal disarming charm? Looks like you have a good hang of it already.”

Daphne scowled at Harry, forgetting that today’s excuse was to learn that spell. In her annoyance at hearing about what Hermione did for Harry, Daphne’s immediate reaction was to cast the disarming charm. After a few seconds of thought, she realized this might be for the best. These sessions were pleasant, but neither of them really did anything past flirting during. Maybe a change in scenery was for the best.

Harry didn’t want to assume and push too far, along with the constant confusion about what Hermione had given him permission to do. Daphne, on the other hand, was just too nervous and guilty. Even though she had proudly declared to Hermione that she was coming after Harry, Daphne didn’t feel right about actually going through with it. She had even given Hermione every chance to warn her off, but instead, the brunette seemed to welcome Daphne’s attempts. In the end, Daphne was half-convinced that Hermione was using this as a test of Harry’s loyalty.

“Let’s cancel today’s session. I heard that you got the new Firebolt. Maybe you could show me how it flies?”

Harry perked up at the suggestion of flying. “Give me a minute. I’ll go get it and meet you at the entrance.”

Daphne bit her bottom lip in thought as Harry ran off to get his broom. She hoped Hermione would forgive her for what she was about to do. Daphne noticed that her rival in love seemed to be strangely casual whenever she mentioned going after Harry. Daphne initially thought Hermione didn’t see her as a threat, but that wasn’t the whole story. After a few weeks of prodding Hermione with pointed questions, Daphne thought she saw a bigger picture.

Hermione hoped that Daphne would actually be successful in getting Harry’s attention, and the devious brunette most likely would try to make Daphne more amenable to some girl-on-girl action after that. That was what Daphne had settled on, and that was what she would stick to. Harry was the only boy in school that she was interested in, and it would take more than just Hermione to change her mind. Besides, Daphne would be more than happy to be Harry’s ‘mistress’ and officially be his second choice. Not only would it be required by her father since there were no sons to carry on the Greengrass name, but it would also let Hermione be the wife and hopefully make her more amenable to Daphne’s involvement.

Daphne scoffed softly to herself as she walked to the castle entrance. She was getting ahead of herself. There was nothing to say that either Hermione or herself would last in a relationship with Harry for that long. Daphne ignored that the biggest reason she was fighting this hard was because of how well Harry treated her while only being her friend and hoped that it would only get better when they were dating. It was a rarity for a pureblood witch’s life partner to be loving, and Daphne knew Harry would be that and more.

“Hey, Greengrass!”

Daphne looked up to see one of the older Slytherin boys walking toward her. For the life of her, Daphne couldn’t remember his name.

She settled to give him a nod of acknowledgment before looking away in hopes of him leaving her alone. Daphne didn’t get what she wanted.

“I’ve been looking for you in our common room, but you seem to always be outside.”

Daphne sighed and asked, “What do you want?”

“Woah,” the boy chuckled while raising his hands, “I just made an observation. Don’t bite my head off for that. Look, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me today. My father told me that there’ll be a restock of vintage firewhiskey today, and I figured I might as well go pick some up.”

Daphne raised an immaculate eyebrow at the boy, “Are you asking me on a date?”

Remembering the result of others after asking her, the older Slytherin took a step back before answering with his best smile, “I am.”

It had been a few weeks since anyone had asked her out, and Daphne found that she didn’t miss it. However, she would let this one down easily since he didn’t try anything stupid to get her attention.

“I’ll have to decline.”

“That’s fine,” the boy continued smoothly, “Then I won’t call it a date. You should still come along for the restock. You know it only happens a couple times every year.”

It was too bad for him that Daphne’s attention was already off him and onto the person walking towards them.

“Crawley!”

Daphne glanced at the now-named-boy in interest. From what she knew about him, he was kept to himself and avoided most of the internal politics of their house. He was also one of the few Slytherins to get along with the students in the other houses.

“Potter? What’re you doing here?”

Harry gave Crawley a friendly slap on the shoulder before standing next to Daphne. “Daphne here wanted to go flying, and me being the nice guy I am, I decided to take her for a ride.”

The older Slytherin raised an eyebrow at Harry at his phrasing before a spark of curiosity appeared in his eyes. It was well known that Harry was dating Hermione, but if that was true, then a broom ride with Daphne seemed to be highly inappropriate. With how sickeningly sweet the Gryffindor couple were, Harry cheating on Hermione made no sense to the Slytherin upperclassman. Either way, Daphne had become far more trouble than anticipated for Crawley’s tastes. He was ready to attract more attention than comfortable from dating an attractive witch like Daphne, but he had no desire to get into relationship drama that included the golden couple.

“I see,” Crawley said while backing away, “Then I wish you both a pleasant evening.”

Daphne and Harry watched the older student stride away in a brief silence that was broken by the blonde.

“You know most of Hogwarts will know that you took me out for a ride tonight.” Daphne’s voice had a feigned calmness that couldn’t fool Harry. She was nervous about his reaction and the potential future confrontation with Hermione.

In contrast to Daphne’s expectation, Harry simply shrugged without care, “So? There’s no need to hide anything... unless you mean ride in a different way.”

Daphne blushed but didn’t retort and stepped closer to Harry as they exited the castle. She grabbed onto his arm and snuggled close with a rare smile. It felt like Daphne was taking a stroll with her boyfriend, and it also let Harry feel the curves that she had to offer. Hermione was no slouch in this department, but the brunette couldn’t compete with her.

Though, remembering Hermione quickly brought down Daphne’s mood. She still wasn’t sure if what she was doing was known by the brunette. The closer Daphne got to Harry, the more guilt she felt about what she was doing. In all of Hogwarts, Daphne only needed to use the fingers on one hand to count the true friends she had. Hermione was one of those true friends.

“We’re here.”

Daphne realized they had already reached the Black Lake, and Harry was hovering on the Firebolt. He motioned to the back with a tilt of his head for Daphne to get on, but she hesitated. If she took this step, there would be no going back. Daphne could continue to lie to herself that it was nothing serious, but if she put herself in Hermione’s shoes, she would have been devastated to know that Harry had taken another girl for a ride on his Firebolt.

“I can’t do this.”

Harry looked at her in surprise and asked, “What do you mean?”

Daphne felt a hint of anger at Harry for the first time. Shouldn’t he be more loyal to Hermione and refuse her? Maybe he wasn’t as good as Daphne thought he was.

“I can’t do this to Hermione. Don’t lie and say you didn’t know we’ve been flirting with each other. But I can’t take the next step.”

Harry could hear the guilt in each of Daphne’s words. Hermione mentioned that she might feel this way, though his beautiful girlfriend had hoped that the blonde would try her best to steal Harry. Harry suspected that Hermione hoped to hold that over Daphne to get something from her. Well, that wasn’t going to happen now.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I need to find Hermione and apologize. We can’t do this anymore.”

Daphne’s eyes were already getting teary at the thought of having to give up. Still, she preferred to do this than ruin her relationships. Before she could get too far in this line of thinking, Harry dragged her out of it by pulling her to his body with a smile.

“Hermione hoped you wouldn’t do this, but I knew you wouldn’t actually go through with it.”

Daphne blinked away the tears in her eyes and looked at Harry in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I think Hermione has an inner Slytherin. She wanted to catch us in the act and hold it over you. Obviously, that won’t happen now.”

Daphne’s jaw dropped as her brain stuttered. She tried to understand what Harry was saying. “...You mean Hermione knew all along? And you played along?!”

Harry looked at her with an expression that questioned her intelligence. He was wordlessly telling her yes.

“You-You arsehole!”

Daphne tried to free her arms to slap Harry’s amused face, but he refused to loosen his hug and let her go.

“How could you play with me like that! I thought you really liked me!”

Harry realized that Daphne took what he said the wrong way. “Woah there, princess. Nobody was trying to fool you, and that’s something we would never do to you. Hermione has no problem with you joining our relationship, and if it wasn’t obvious already, I feel the same way.”

Daphne froze after hearing that as she processed what that meant. So every time she was showing off to Hermione about how close she was getting to Harry, the brunette was secretly laughing at her? Daphne’s face burned in embarrassment as she turned away from Harry to hide.

Harry didn’t stop Daphne from hiding her face and waited patiently with a smile. “We can go up when you’re ready. Take your time.”

Daphne shot him a look from the corner of her eye and growled out, “Maybe don’t tease the girl deciding whether to give you a chance.”

The next thing Daphne knew, she let out a yelp in shock and found herself in Harry’s arms. He pulled her face into the crook of his neck and said, “Is there really any doubt about what you’re going to choose?”

“Harry!” Daphne shrieked in concern, “Don’t you dare go any higher!”

Her arms were locked around Harry’s neck as she desperately tried to make sure she was secure in Harry’s arms.

“Daphne, I haven’t moved...”

Daphne stilled in Harry’s arms and opened one eye to see that they were still hovering above the ground in the same spot. The blush on her face grew more on her pale skin as she carefully positioned herself to sit in front of Harry.

“Well, I wanted you to sit behind me so you can hold onto me, but I guess this works too.”

Daphne thought she might actually faint with the amount of blood rushing to her face. She had never been so close to a boy in her life. Harry pulled Daphne tight against his chest with one arm holding her securely around her stomach with another on the Firebolt to maneuver it.

When they were high up in the air above the Black Lake, Daphne gasped at the sight of Hogwarts in all of its beauty. She had been in this school for years, but it never lost the wonder that even purebloods felt when they first entered Hogwarts on that boat ride.

“It’s stunning, isn’t it?”

Daphne leaned her head back on Harry’s shoulders and nodded wordlessly as she listened to him talk.

“We really didn’t mean to make you feel like we were playing with you... well, Hermione probably was, but she has a different reason.”

Daphne scoffed and said, “I bet I can guess what she wanted. Me!”

Harry willed his manhood to not react after imagining his beautiful girlfriend and Daphne together. He asked curiously, “Is it that obvious?”

“Please,” Daphne turned her head slightly to look at Harry, “Hermione is almost as bad as Nott with how much she stares at me. It still doesn’t mean I’m interested in girls like that. Hermione will have to get her rocks off with someone else.”

Harry sputtered in shock, “Let’s not add more people to my confusing relationship. I can already imagine you two having your way with how much of a pushover I am. I don’t need another to completely overtake me.”

Daphne giggled as they passed by a school tower, “So you already consider me yours then?”

“Well,” Harry paused before admitting, “For a long time now, yes. But if it makes you feel better, Daphne, will you do the honor of letting me be your boyfriend?”

Daphne could stop the wide smile from appearing on her face as she leaned her head back slightly before moving forward to press her lips against Harry’s. Daphne’s eyes fluttered to a close as she experienced her first kiss as Harry cupped the back of her head to bring her closer. He moved his lips gently against Daphne’s for a few minutes before lightly probing her mouth with his tongue to ask for permission to enter. She immediately let him in and met his tongue with hers as they moaned into each other’s lips.

Harry had stopped flying by now and was entirely focused on exploring Daphne’s mouth as they french kissed above Hogwarts. The hand holding her tightly to his body started to leave its place on her stomach and slowly inched up toward her full breasts. Daphne could feel that and was conflicted about letting Harry get that far on their first date. Still, after remembering that Hermione was her rival, she became determined to make this night unforgettable.

Daphne unceremoniously placed his hand on her breast and made him squeeze the soft flesh now cupped in his palm. She let out a soft moan that was quickly swallowed by Harry’s mouth before pulling away from the kiss with a wet slurp. Daphne shuddered as Harry gently groped her tits and said, “Should we go back to your room?”

Harry’s eyes darkened as he looked at Daphne’s beautiful face. She looked even better than usual with her swollen lips from getting kissed. He replied, “Are you sure?”

Daphne pushed her arse into Harry’s hardening cock as an answer.

[Break]

Harry snuck Daphne into the Gryffindor dormitory before putting up silencing spells to stop anyone from hearing what would happen. He looked at Daphne and was once again stunned by how beautiful she was. Her gold hair was slightly windswept, with stray strands tickling her face, making her look even more desirable.

He pulled her into another kiss before saying, “We really don’t have to do anything, Daphne. If you feel uncomfortable, say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Daphne shook her head slightly, “I want this. And I want you.”

Harry leaned down to kiss her again and gently laid her on his bed before crawling on top of her. He hovered over Daphne’s body and barely let his chest graze against her straining bust as he took another look at her. The gold hair looked like a halo as it fanned around Daphne’s head and the ice-blue eyes looking at him revealed the abashed desire for what was happening. Harry’s eyes followed the pink tongue that left Daphne’s mouth to lick her lips before diving down to take it in his mouth.

Daphne moaned as she buried her hands in his messy locks of hair and gasped when she felt Harry lightly thrust his hips into her body, letting her feel just how ready he was for her. Daphne was surprised at her daring when she pulled her hands out of Harry’s locks and cautiously slid them down to his stiff cock. After a quick squeeze, she slid her hand into his slacks and shuddered at feeling the warm shaft in her grasp. Daphne’s first thought was disbelief, followed by fear at how large it was. She wasn’t sure how something she couldn’t circle with one hand could fit into her.

Harry noticed that and asked, “What’s wrong? Should I stop?”

Daphne quickly shook her head and bit her bottom lip in hesitation. After a few seconds, she gently stroked Harry’s cock and said, “I think it might be too big for me.”

Harry was barely keeping himself in control after Daphne started to give him a long handjob, but her words completely broke the mood. He burst out in laughter and only stopped when Daphne loudly asked, “How’s that funny?! I was being serious!”

Harry snorted, “Trust me when I say it’ll fit just fine. And no, we don’t need to cast any spells to make it happen. Also, thanks for the compliment.”

Daphne blinked at the rapid-fire answers as Harry removed her hands from his shaft. As much as he liked what she was doing, it would do no good if Daphne wasn’t ready for him. He moved back to kneel by her legs and used magic to vanish the clothes blocking him from his target. Daphne immediately tried to hide, but Harry stopped that by placing himself between her legs.

“Beautiful…” Harry murmured as he gazed at her lower lips and the trimmed strip of blonde hair above it. Daphne blushed at the compliment and smiled at Harry’s greedy expression. She gasped when he slowly inserted two of his fingers past the tight seal of her pussy and slowly pumped them in and out. Harry’s goal was to get Daphne ready for his cock, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that she was already wet enough for it.

Daphne watched with wide eyes as Harry pulled his fingers out before sucking on them to clean the juices left on them. When he saw her shocked look, Harry smiled and said, “I’d prefer to taste that directly from the source next time, but I think I might lose my mind if I delay any more.”

Daphne let Harry spread her legs wider and settle in between them. Her breath hitched when he pushed his cock against her wet pussy and traced the head on her lips. The sight of the large shaft pointing at her tight opening made it seem even more impossible for an easy fit. In a way, Daphne was right about that.

When Harry pushed his cock to break past the seal of her close pussy, Daphne gritted her teeth and clenched her fingers on the sheets. It felt like a beater’s bat was trying to shove its way up her cunt. Daphne would have put a stop to this, but Hermione was able to take this monster inside her daily, and Daphne had no intention of doing anything less.

“Merlin…” Daphne hissed, “You’re too fucking big!”

Harry was leaning over her body and had his hands planted on either side of her body. Her legs were lifted slightly since he pushed up her lower body to get easier access to her pussy. Her complaint of Harry being too big was felt very different by the cock pushing its way into the depths of Daphne’s pussy. The delicious tightness that surrounded Harry’s cock was precisely how he preferred it, especially since the blonde’s pussy was repeatedly clenching around his shaft in an effort to force it out. All it really did was milk his cock and invite Harry to fuck into her even more.

Harry had half his cock inside Daphne before he paused to give her time to adjust. As much as he wished to pound away at her tight pussy and shape it to his liking, Harry knew that it was ill-advised from his previous experience with Hermione. The only goal right now was to make her feel good and worry about the rest later.

As he hoped a few minutes later, Daphne ran her hands from his upper back to his hips and whispered, “I’m ready.”

Harry kissed her briefly before pulling his cock out and slowly pushing it back in. He repeated this a few times, letting Daphne feel more and more of his cock entering her with every thrust. Harry lowered himself so his elbows were the only thing keeping him above Daphne, and grunted with every pump into her pussy.

Harry could now fuck every millimeter of his cock into Daphne with abandon. His heavy balls banged off Daphne’s cheeks every time his cockhead slammed against her cervix. Harry was thankful he remembered to put up the silencing charms before they started. The sound of their bodies crashing together along with Daphne’s moans would have woken up the entire dormitory.

“Harryyy!” Daphne wailed as her pussy convulsed around his pistoning cock from the first orgasm that was fucked out of her. “So fucking good!” Her nails left scratch marks down Harry’s back as she tried to find something to hold onto.

Harry simply fucked Daphne through her orgasm and kept pounding her pussy like she wasn’t coming apart under him. He wasn’t sure what Daphne’s preference was, but until he found out, he would follow what Hermione loved for him to do. And what his beautiful brunette girlfriend preferred was for Harry to fuck her through orgasms so it would extend the time that it lasted.

The heavy claps of his hips meeting Daphne’s firm arse was almost rhythmic. She shuddered soundlessly with her legs quivering and her face staring blankly at Harry. He could still feel her pussy fluttering around his shaft, and the sight of drool dripping from her mouth was a good sign in Harry’s eyes.

He could feel his balls ready to empty their contents into Daphne, and Harry had no desire to hold that back. The blonde was already close to being fucked stupid, but Harry wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He wanted to make sure Daphne had the best night of her life, but setting the bar too high might scare her off… or worse, her expectations might be too high for the future. That didn’t matter for now, though.

Harry grunted and shot his hips forward until his cock was buried deep into Daphne’s pussy, and his balls were planted firmly on her arse. He bent down to lick up the drool dripping out of her mouth before pushing his tongue past her open lips. Daphne let off a muffled squeal when she felt the first of many shots of cum deposited into the depths of her pussy. She didn’t fight it and even wrapped her smooth legs around Harry’s hips to keep him inside until he was done.

A few minutes later, a sweaty Harry breathed heavily on top of Daphne before reluctantly falling onto the bed beside her. They both flinched at the feeling of being disconnected before Harry pulled her body into his side. Daphne had a little smile on her face at having her expectation met, while Harry was filled with pride for being able to call two of the most beautiful girls in Hogwarts his.

One thing Harry regretted was not taking Daphne’s shirt off before making love to her for the first time. He eyed the white shirt that was almost transparent from the sweat off his and Daphne’s bodies. Those breasts didn’t deserve to be caged by that shirt.

“I hope you had fun, Daphne.”

Daphne shrieked in surprise before bringing up the blanket to cover her body. She then realized that the one who spoke was an over amused Hermione standing right by the bed with arms crossed. Daphne felt a brief stab of guilt at getting caught even though Hermione was alright with it.

“I did,” Daphne said with a stubborn look, “And I know all about your little plan, Hermione. Let me tell you right now that it’s not going to work.”

Hermione hummed patronizingly before moving to the other side, where Harry was proudly laying there with nothing covering his cock. The brunette could see her boyfriend’s shaft covered in Daphne’s juices, and while she would love to lick it off, it wouldn’t do to scare Daphne off right when she just joined. Hermione ended up giving Harry a little kiss and winked at Daphne before leaving the new lovers alone. There would be time to have fun with Daphne later.

“She’s not going to give up, is she?”

Harry snorted at the dread in Daphne’s voice, “No, but stop sounding like Hermione is planning something evil.”

Daphne gave him a stink eye before gasping at the feeling of a finger teasing her recently fucked pussy.

“As fun as it is to hear your foreplay with Hermione, I have a better plan of how to spend our time.”

Daphne wanted to deny any kind of foreplay involved with the brunette but figured now wasn’t the time when Harry pushed himself into her pussy from behind.