Teenage Rebellion - Chapter 2 of 5

Summary: Daphne Greengrass has always done what’s expected of her. Make friends with the people she’s expected to. Earn the grades she’s expected to have. Etc, etc. Yet when her father announces her betrothal to Theodore Nott, she’s finally had enough. Deciding that she simply will not enter a loveless marriage without having some fun first, she sets her eyes on the one person she knows her parents would never approve of: Harry Potter.

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Chapter 2: Fuck Duty

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Despite the party raging on just down the hall, the dungeons of Hogwarts remained blissfully silent, save for the occasional giggle and whispered flirting between a single couple.

“Shhh! You’re going to get us caught!” Daphne worked hard to suppress the moan that threatened to bubble up from her throat.

They had left the party in haste. Lust broiled hot underneath their flesh and it’d barely been a few minutes since they left before their hands sought one another once more.

Daphne internally cursed as Harry pinned her up against a wall. His mouth was hot against her throat and his hands explored every part of her body that made her knees grow weak and pussy drip with need.

“Hng! H-Harry we c-can’t stay here- Merlin yes!” She gasped as his hands found themselves back between her thighs, one cupping the inside of her soft flesh while the other sought her quivering pearl. Daphne did her best to muffle her moans by burying her face in the crook of Harry’s neck. Her cunt was already oversensitive from the bloody intense orgasm she had not five minutes prior and his devilish touch was not helping things. Still, they could not stay here. Prefects on their side or not, it wouldn’t do for a curious passerby to happen upon them should they stay.

Reluctantly, Daphne pushed him away from her with a small groan. “C-come. We’ll continue this somewhere a bit more private, yes?” She said demurely.

Harry smiled and nodded, allowing her to lead the way but not before giving her bum a firm slap as she passed. The glare she sent back at him was half-hearted at best and they both knew it.

She led him deeper into the dungeons. The silence persisted, though Daphne could barely hear anything through the excitement rushing in her veins. The presence of Harry behind her was a constant reminder of what was to come. Part of her feared it. Both the act itself and what it would mean. If she went through with this- if she gave away her maidenhood to someone not her betrothed- it would effectively mean the end of her blind obedience to her father. Something that she was both afraid of and yearned for all the same. 

Being trapped under Cyrus Greengrass’s thumb all her life was suffocating, and her soul begged for breath.

Daphne halted her steps, taking a moment to force such thoughts from her mind. She’d not let the thought of her father weigh on her, not tonight. Tonight she refused to be Heiress Greengrass, dutiful daughter to Lord Cyrus Greengrass. No, tonight she was just Daphne, a normal witch on the arm of a cute boy.

She quickly brushed off Harry’s questions of concern and instead approached a door near the end of the hall. They were close to the Slytherin dorms now, but still far enough away to be secluded from any potential prying eyes. Without delay, she murmured a quick password to the door. It swung open instantly, granting them access before slamming closed behind them without a sound.

“This is…quaint.” Harry breathed bewilderedly as he scanned the darkened room.

Daphne rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers twice. Like a switch was flipped, the room suddenly came to life. Two braziers on either side of the room lit with a low reddened fire, casting a moody glow through the air. Old boxes and furniture were pushed against the walls, covered by sheets while a large purple rug covered the center of the room. Cushions and pillows alike dotted the floor, piled together to form makeshift seats. The remnants of some long-forgotten charms essay lay scattered near a small glowing hearth.

“It's a bit of a hideaway me and Tracey found back in our second year. No one but us and a few of our friends know about it.” She explained turning to face him. “I trust its location will remain a secret?”

Harry chuckled and gave her an affirming nod. “Not a word, got it. So what do you use it for?” He slowly paced the room, studying the haphazard decorations with an amused eye.

“Studying mostly. That and the occasional break from Pansy’s bragging about her and Draco’s sex life.” Harry shot her a look of disgust that had her snorting with laughter. “Yes, it’s just as gross as it sounds.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He grimaced. “So just studying then? Or is this where you Slytherins like to lure us poor defenceless Gryffindors to have your way with them?” He said with a teasing smirk.

Daphne once more rolled her eyes and approached him slowly, like a snake slowly slithering towards its prey. “Oh yes. In fact, it's one of my favourite games.” She spoke softly, reaching her arms up and wrapping them firmly around his neck. “I do so love making you lions squirm.”

Harry smirked and gripped her waist tightly, lips hovering mere inches away from hers. “Is that so? I seem to remember a certain pretty little serpent squirming for this lion not too long ago.”

Surprisingly Daphne didn't blush at his words. Instead, they only served to stoke the flames in her belly higher. Slowly she leaned in, lips coming closer and closer to his. “Mayhaps that was all part of the game. Let us see who squirms first now hmm?”

Their lips collided nought but a second later. The icy witch practically melted against him, whimpering softly against his mouth. Where their other kisses had been rushed and full of urgency, this one was sensual and deep. There was no threat of being caught or chance of interruption now. Here, Daphne could take her time, and enjoy every second of it to her heart’s content.

The blonde pressed herself flush against her lover’s body. Her pussy fluttered with excitement as something hard and thick poked her in her belly, a promise of what would soon come. Harry moaned quietly against her lips at the contact, dipping his head down to once more claim her porcelain neck.

“oOooO~” Daphne cooed shakily as he suckled at a particularly sensitive spot. Her toes curled within her high heels and her mind went dizzy. It was truly a wonder how she was still standing. To firm hands roamed down her hips to cup her arse. Harry’s mouth was now at the top of her sternum, daringly close to the gentle swell of her breasts. Daphne’s chest fluttered, her breath coming out in soft gasps. She needed more. She wanted more. 

Harry pulled away as if sensing her need. His hands pulled away from her arse, coming around to rest gently atop the zipper of her dress. No words were exchanged. Only searching looks, both of reassurance and permission before slowly the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed through the room.

Daphne sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air of the room hit her bare body. Clad now in only her panties and heels, she could feel the skin of her nipples crinkle and harden from the chill of the room. Or perhaps it was from the borderline hungry gaze coming from Harry as he drank in every inch of her nude form.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, pulling her close to him with a lingering kiss.

She moaned heatedly against his lips. Her thighs rubbed together to relieve some of the smouldering fire burning within her loins. She needed him- fuck did she need him!

Urgent hands pulled at the buttons of his shirt. If she were any stronger she’d rip the bloody thing apart, but alas physical strength was not her forte and so she tugged uselessly at the garment with pitiful growls. Harry chuckled at her plight and pulled away from her lips with a light smirk. She watched as he placed a hand on his chest with a soft glow of magic under his palm. In the blink of an eye, his clothes disappeared only to reappear folded neatly in the corner atop one of the many boxes. Only his boxers remained, tented heavily by a rather large package straining beneath the cottony expanse.

Daphne eyed the large bulge with an apprehensive lick of her lips. While she was definitely a virgin, the blonde was no stranger to pleasuring herself on occasion, though she’d only ever used her wand and a vibrating spell before. What she saw poking out from Harry’s boxers was far larger than her wand. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel a small twinge of fear in that moment.

As if sensing her fear, Harry once more wrapped her gently in his arms with one hand coming up to cradle her cheek.

“Hey.” He said softly. “We’ll take it slow yeah? You lead, I follow.”

Daphne scoffed lightly and looked up at him with a humorous gaze. “Are you asking me for a dance Potter? And here I thought we were going to have sex.” Her words were braver than she felt and Harry knew it. He chuckled softly and leaned in to place a reassuring kiss on her lips.

Daphne melted into him once more, and before she knew it, she was being scooped up in his arms and carried over to the pile of cushions splayed out across the floor.

She was sat down gently with Harry coming to rest between her legs. Though his hips didn’t meet hers, Daphne could feel her core burn hotter as if they were flush against one another. His mouth was on hers almost instantly, sucking softly on her bottom lip while his hands danced down her body. The blonde cooed against his mouth as he kneaded her breasts softly. The sensitive flesh of her nipples crinkled with excitement against his palms, sending shocks of pleasure through her chest and up her spine.

They stayed against her chest for a few more moments, massaging her tits before they began their journey downwards once more. This time she didn’t gasp as her pussy was massaged gently through her knickers. This time, Daphne merely sucked in a small breath and pulled Harry in closer, letting the bulge of his cock press firmly against her moistened panties.

“Enough games.” She murmured against his lips. “Take me Harry- please!”

Harry growled softly against her lips, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in a way that had her back arching and pussy clench. A moment later he was pulling away, her knickers going with him and flung to the side as her pussy was finally bared to the world. She watched as his eyes darkened with an almost animalistic haze of lust. She was half tempted to close her legs from embarrassment, but her occlumency skill was enough to dash away that foolish notion. Instead, Daphne brought her hands up to squeeze her breasts enticingly while her legs opened even farther.

“Well Potter? Don’t you know it’s rude to keep a lady waiting?~”

She gasped as her legs were roughly pushed against her chest and a pair of lips crashed against hers. Something hard poked against her cunt sending shivers of excitement throughout her body. 

‘This is it! This is it! This is it!’ Her mind sang. Daphne moaned and rocked her hips against his cock as best she could against his hold. The movement just barely made her cunt graze against the tip of his cock, but it was enough to have Daphne nearly ready to come undone right then and there.

“All in good time princess.” A husky voice whispered in her ear.

The nickname sent a trill of guilty excitement down her spine. Daphne held her eyes closed with a whining moan. She wanted to beg, to plead, to scream for him to stop teasing and just fuck her already. Yet her lips would not form the words. Her body refused to move in a hopeless gamble that he’d end her suffering and push his meaty cock deep inside of her.

She nearly sobbed aloud when she felt the head of his cock swipe up and down her slit. Her pussy was drenched already, burning with a desperate need to be filled. Daphne whined once more, pushing her hips against his with all her strength. Harry chuckled at her useless fight, one hand coming to cup her cheek while the other held her legs firmly against her chest.

“Tell me what you want.”

Daphne bit her lip and stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Harry-”

He cut her off by reaching down and pinching her nipple hard. She yelped in both pain and pleasure yet Harry gave her no remorse.

“Tell me, princess.”

Another trill up her spine from the huskily spoken nickname. Tears in her eyes, Daphne looked up at him once more. “Please Harry, fuck me~”

Her parents would be aghast to see her now- completely nude with her knees above her head and begging for Harry Potter’s big fucking cock to take her maidenhead. Yet here she was, pussy wet and waiting, nearly sobbing as the tip of his cock finally slipped inside her needy cunt.

For a moment she forgot where she was, what she was doing, or even who she was. Her mind, for all intents and purposes, went blank. The room around her faded away. Thoughts of Harry, her father, and everything in between were nowhere to be found. The only thing her mind could even comprehend was the blinding pleasure encompassing her entire being. It was everywhere, electrifying her nerves and burning hot in her veins. She was dimly aware of a scream tearing its way out of her throat, yet she could neither hear nor feel it vibrate in her vocal cords. 

Ever so slowly she could feel her grasp on reality return to her. First, it was the feeling of her body being jostled back and forth. Next, the sounds of her own screaming moans reached her ears as did the wet slaps of flesh against flesh. Finally, the overwhelming pleasure of her quaking climax slammed into her with full force. Daphne was wholly unprepared for the torrential avalanche of ecstasy that slammed against her mind and brought a tremble to her knees. If Harry wasn’t holding her legs still with an iron-like grip she was sure they’d be kicking and shaking this very moment. All she could do was grab onto her lover as tight as she could while his hips slammed into her over and over again.

Part of her semi-conscious mind wondered why she felt no pain, yet the larger part of her mind could hardly give a fuck. Right now Daphne was only concerned about one thing and one thing only- getting shagged absolutely rotten by Harry’s beauty of a cock. Her climax had barely passed before she felt it again. Something building within her core, growing in both heat and intensity. It was like an explosion threatening to rip her asunder and Daphne was more than willing to let it do just that. With a whorish cry she released.

“MORGANA ABOVE YES!” She screamed, pussy gushing with juices as she squirted all over Harry’s pounding cock. Above her, he let out a heavy groan, one hand gripping her thighs and the other squeezing her breast almost painfully tight. He was close, she didn’t know how she knew it but she just did. He was close, his cock already pulsing inside her with impending orgasm. She didn’t know why the thought of him seeding her womb turned her on as much as she did. As a proper pureblood heiress she should be abhorred at the thought of being cummed inside of before marriage, but fuck did it sound really hot. A fact she let him know quite well.

“INSIDE! OH FUCK HARRY PLEASE INSIDE!” She wailed, another climax ripping through her. Harry grunted, whether in agreement or pleasure, she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that one moment he was pounding the living daylights out of her cunt, stretching her pussy wide and ruining it for the foreseeable future, and the next he was hilted inside her, going so deep that it made Daphne’s eyes roll to the back of her skull and her back arch in dazing ecstasy as his cock swelled inside her. A warmth unlike any she had felt before flooded her stomach. It created a fullness that left her mewling happily like a content kitten.

The disappointment she felt when Harry pulled away, taking with him both the warmth and fullness was immense, though she was no less happy.

“That w-was- fuck!” She gasped. Sitting up, she looked down to see her pussy was stretched wide and dripping with his white creamy cum. She’d never seen a sexier sight in her life, though it was a bit confusing. The blonde furrowed her brow and looked up at her lover questioningly. “Wait I thought there’d be-”
Harry chuckled and laid down beside her propped up on his elbow. “Little spell I picked up from my godfather. Completely gets rid of all discomfort and blood during the first time. Mind you, you’ll still be a bit sore in the morning.”

Daphne nodded, eyes trailing down his body distractedly before coming to rest on his still-erect cock. “Just a bit?” She said, biting her lip while staring hard at his engorged member.

Harry chuckled and pulled her on top of him. Her used pussy ground against his cock sending sparks of delightful pleasure up her spine. “Maybe more than a bit princess.” He murmured, lips sealing against hers for a deep kiss.

Daphne could only moan in agreement as her folds were parted once more.

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“I…am never…drinking…again…” Tracey groaned into her pillow. 

It was noon the next day and both she and her brunette friend were, like many of the older student populace, recovering in their dorms from a night of intense drinking, and in Daphne’s case, fucking.

“Didn’t you say that after Blaise’s birthday party last month as well?” She questioned her friend with a playful smirk.

Tracey didn’t find the humour in it and instead rolled over with an even louder groan. “Yeah, but that was then. I’m a new woman now I tell you! From here on out, no more drinking!”

Daphne chuckled and laid back against her bed. “Yes, I’m sure that will last. Maybe you should even join a convent. You would be most reformed then.”

“And deprive the witches of the world a piece of this?!” The brunette cried, gesturing to her petite frame that was clad in only a pair of knickers. It was a common sight in their dorm for Tracey to be topless with only a pair of thongs to cover herself, something that Daphne had long since stopped trying to change about her friend. “Out of the question. Shagging is one of the best parts of this miserable existence.”

Daphne hummed in agreement without even thinking, prompting her friend to sit up with a devious smile.

“That’s right! Little Miss Perfect Princess got her own taste of debauchery last night. You’ve got to tell me everything!”

“I most certainly do not!” She scoffed. “What happened last night is between me and Harry, no one else!”

This had the opposite effect she intended and indeed only seemed to embolden Tracey even more. “Oh, he shagged you good! Had to if you’re calling him ‘Harry’ now instead of Potter!” The brunette smirked victoriously. Daphne groaned and threw her pillow over her face in an effort to cover her deepening blush. “Awe don’t be like that babe!” Tracey laughed. “Look just tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how good it was and I’ll drop it.”

Daphne sighed and threw down her pillow. “You promise?”

“Cross my wicked black heart.”

The blonde chewed the inside of her lip for a moment before groaning and sitting up. “Fine…fuck me- it was an 11!”

Tracey's smirk grew even bigger and suddenly she was on Daphne’s bed with a wild gleam in her eyes. “I knew it! Tell me everything!” The brunette said excitedly, seemingly forgetting her earlier promise to drop the subject.

Daphne could only sigh in defeat as she began to regale her friend with the events of the night.

… Unbeknownst to either of them, there was one other occupant in the room. Pansy Parkinson had come back to their dorm with the intent to take a much-needed shower, only to stop at the door as soon as she heard the girls whispered conversation. What she eavesdropped on had the girl both furious and excited. Furious at Daphne for daring to sleep with the Dark Lord’s worst enemy, and excitement over how she would use this newfound information…

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Harry strolled through the halls with no real destination in mind. It was Sunday, meaning no classes to be held, so while most people were off recovering from last night's party, he was out enjoying a rare moment of peace in the ancient castle.

Truth be told he very nearly didn’t attend the new term party. Last year had put a bad taste in his mouth for the whole ordeal. Ravenclaw had been hosting then and the eagles had pretty much barred him from entering on account that everyone thought he was lying about Voldemort's return.

The only reason he went at all this year was because Susan had practically begged him to go. The meek redhead from last year was no more. In the wake of her aunt’s death, Susan had gained a lot of confidence and an even bigger sense of needing to prove herself. As such, she had, on no uncertain terms, threatened to castrate him if he didn’t attend. While he doubted Susan would make good on her promise, he wasn't about to make a gamble on it, not with his luck.

So he went, and by god was he glad he did.

Memories of last night and the early hours of this morning surfaced in his mind. Daphne Greengrass- the icy jewel of Slytherin, Merlin was she something. Harry didn’t know how it happened, but the second he saw her, standing there nervously next to Susan and Tracey with that shimmering silver dress… in that moment he just knew he needed to have her.

He’d been surprised by just how receptive she was to his advances. Though not as surprised as he’d been when she smashed her lips against his in that darkened bathroom.

Harry wasn’t a stranger to sex. He’d had more than his fair share of experiences over the years. Katie, Romilda, Susan- even Ginny had given him a blowjob one night at the Burrow when everyone else was asleep. Yet Daphne had blown all of those experiences out of the water…well almost. That one time Susan gave him a titjob behind greenhouse four was pretty fucking memorable. Still, it surprised him how much he enjoyed being with Daphne. Not just sexually but socially as well. In between their intense romps, they had spent much of the night talking, joking- speaking of memories long forgotten and hopes yet to come. It was…nice. More pleasant than he expected and he welcomed it.

Even when dawn broke and he’d assume the pureblood princess would come to her senses, she merely looked at him with a demure smile and eased herself atop him with a trembled moan. Whereas last night had been full of hurried thrusts and animalistic pounding, this morning they’d taken it slow and sensual. Partly because of how sore Daphne was, but also because they both simply wanted to enjoy the experience of the other. To savour the feel of each other and come to a rising peak as one. When he and Daphne arrived at their end together, it’d been with whispered moans and contented sighs. He filled her pussy once more and yet instead of rolling off him, Daphne had stayed curled up to his chest with a happy smile on her face. It was…unlike anything he’d experienced before.

They had only broken apart when the morning grew long, leaving before their respective friends could go looking for them but not before Daphne placed a lingering kiss against his lips and a whispered promise to meet up again later tonight. Something he was very much looking forward to.

As he traversed the near-silent halls he was quite sure nothing could break him out of his good mood…

…Which is why it annoyed him so much when a spell came whizzing past his head.

Years of instincts honed by death-defying escapades kicked in before the spell could even splash harmlessly against the wall. His wand was in his hand in under a second, his feet planted and his body turning to face his attacker in even less time. Whipping around, his shield was already in place long before the next three spells could ricochet off and crash into the stone walls around him.

“POTTER!” A nasally voice cried right before another spell slammed into his shield.

Harry furrowed his brow. That wasn’t a voice he recognized. It certainly wasn’t Malfoy’s at least and he could hardly remember doing anything to warrant such an attack from anyone else.

“You rang?” He called back sarcastically, peering at the seething rat-faced boy on the other side of the hall.

Said boy was flanked by two others he didn’t recognize. All three wore Slytherin colours yet it was the leader who stuck out the most. His puce-coloured face reminded him of an angry pixie, but it was the voice that really sold the comparison.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU POTTER!” The petulant boy screamed, the sound was akin to that of creaking metal and was wholly unpleasant to listen to.

The two accomplices on the boy’s right and left raised their wands as well. The pale orange of a shield breaker glowed on the tip of one while another shone purple with that of a bone-breaker. They were pulling out the big guns then. All right then… he could play at that game.

The second the one on the right unleashed his shield breaker Harry dropped his protego charm. The spell whizzed harmlessly by his head while the bone-breaker was heading dead-centre for his chest. Instead of dodging Harry lifted his wand, channelling his magic into an invisible funnel on the tip and wrenching the spell from the air. With barely a flick of his wrist, the bone-breaker hex was sent careening back at its caster, catching the shocked boy in his wrist with a sickening crunch. The unnamed boy fell to the ground with a cry, his wrist hanging twisted and limp against his chest.

At seeing their comrade fall the other two increased their attacks, flinging spell after spell towards him with reckless abandon. Harry cursed his luck, seeing no small amount of dark curses being thrown into the attackers’ barrage- of course this would happen on the day most teachers would be fucking off. The beginning of the year party was no real secret, and as such most professors were nowhere to be found, either nursing their own hangovers or enjoying some rare quiet time with half the castle staying in bed. Which meant he was on his own here.

Not a problem, he could take care of these idiots himself. He only hoped the hallways would be standing by the time he was through. Their increasingly dark spells were throwing debris everywhere. Stone and masonry splintered from the walls. One such piece of struck Harry in the shoulder from behind. It wasn’t enough to break anything but he could already feel the telltale signs of a deep bruise forming along his arm.

Ignoring the blow, Harry dodged away from another flurry of spells. He rolled to the side, jumping up with a growl. It was time to go on the offensive.

Flicking his wand in a practised motion, the last few of their spells were caught by a wall of summoned debris. The spells fizzled out, leaving Harry the perfect opportunity he needed. Banishing his wand forward, the rock and stone were flung back at blazing speeds. Piece by piece slammed into the remaining two, sending them arse of end through the air and into crumpled heaps on the ground. Thankfully he put a cushioning charm on the projectiles before contact, otherwise it would have killed the two. Instead, they were merely reduced to groaned heaps on the ground. No doubt they’d be covered in their fair share of bruises each.

With a huff Harry stalked forward, grabbing the ringleader by his robes and hauling him up to his feet.

“Now you’re going to tell me who you are and what the fuck that was all about, else I’ll make sure not even Madame Pomfrey can put you back together!” He growled.

The rat-faced boy sneered but made no move to fight. “I’m Theodore Nott. Remember my name, Potter, for it’ll be the last one on your mind as life fades from your eyes.”

Harry gave the snivelling boy an unimpressed look and sighed. “Yeah sure thing. Before that happens Nott, wanna tell me what I’ve done to earn your truly terrifying wrath?” He deadpanned.

“Because you laid your filthy half-blood hands on my betrothed!” The boy screamed, face returning to its originally purpled puce colour.

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion. “What are you on about? I don’t even know who you are, much less your girlfriend.”

This only seemed to enrage the boy further as he fought helplessly against Harry’s iron-like hold. “LIES! YOU WERE WITH HER LAST NIGHT! DEFILING HER VIRTUE AND TAKING WHAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE!”

Harry scoffed and dropped the boy to the ground. “No, I didn’t. I was only with one person last night and it certainly wasn’t your- oh fuck me Daphne is your betrothed.” He said in realization, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

“THAT’S RIGHT! GREENGRASS IS MINE AND IF YOU EVER LAY YOUR FILTHY- HRK!”

The idiot was silenced with a nonverbal stunner to his chest. Harry sighed as the boy flopped to the ground unconscious. 

This certainly complicated things…

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Author’s Note

What’s a good smut scene without a little drama sprinkled in?! Next chapter: Daphne finds out Harry knows about the betrothal and has her own confrontation with Nott.

Thanks for reading!