Daphne on the moving staircases

I really like the atmosphere of Hogwarts in this artwork and Daphne has never looked better. Here's a little story scene to go along with it.

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Harry groaned, stretching his back as he left Snape's dungeon. The man had left him well enough alone this year, but the greasy bat was even more pale and pallid than usual, with the return of the Dark Lord. Harry supposed that playing the double agent was running him ragged, but he didn't have much sympathy.

Snape had a lot coming to him, and Harry was hoping to be the one to give it to him, one day.

The Slytherins streamed past him. Draco pushed past, but his head was down. The boy had been quiet ever since his failed attempt to attack him — there was a large part of Harry that wanted to tear the boy down, to turn his embarrassment into humiliation. But it wouldn't even be fun, at this point. The boy was so pitiful and Harry was already fucking his mother.

Another head of blonde hair walked past, her head down. It seemed Daphne didn't want to arouse his attention. But her legs were so long, and she was made up so beautifully, glossy hair over long teardrop emerald earrings, dark uniform dotted with lines of silver and gold. Slytherin house had status symbols all their own.

As one, the departing Potions class climbed the stairs back to Hogwarts itself. Some dispersed towards their own Common Rooms, eager to get changed before eating. Some headed straight for the Great Hall, stomachs rumbling. "You go ahead." Harry told Hermione. "I'm gonna grab a book before Pince leaves the library."

Worrying about the less than perfect grade Snape had given her, she nodded mutely.

And Harry was free to be up to no good. Hogwarts too was playing games this evening, staircases moving around from floor to floor, trick steps catching the unsuspecting first years. And as the staircase up to the library shifted, Harry found himself stuck between floors. Alone with his prey, Daphne.

Harry grinned. She'd pulled a book out of her tan satchel, waiting patiently for Hogwarts to stop being mischievous. She was looking glorious today, hair gleaming into the dying light that shone through the tall castle windows. Since it was dinner time, the lanterns had been lit. Somewhere, a dinner bell was ringing. Up ahead, students were everywhere, talking to each other on the higher floors as they waited for their friends before eating. 

He shouldn’t.

But Harry couldn't help himself.

A muttered charm and her skirt crept slowly over her ass to settle on her hips, above that bountiful naked creamy ass. And there it was, that object of his desire, the ass too thick for such a slim girl, perfectly bubbly.

“Where are your panties, Daphne?” 

"Potter, what the fuck are you doing?" Daphne hissed, snapping her head over her shoulder.

"I have to see it, beautiful." Harry ignored her anger.

He reached out and parted her cheeks roughly, one hand full of her thick asscheek. And there was the treasure he'd made her keep — her gleaming emerald buttplug, peeking out from her anus. It matched her earrings, he thought in amusement.

"Not here, not here!" She snapped, staring up at the conversing students.

"This pussy looks red, swollen, slut. Have you been touching yourself?"

"Harry, please, not in front of everyone, not here—"

"Tell me."

"Yes, okay! Yes, I have."

"Yeah, tell me more? Is that why you’re not wearing panties?"

"For Merlin's sake, Harry, there are people there." She said urgently, bouncing her leg, her fists clenched.

"The sooner you tell me..."

"Yes, okay, fine! I touch myself. I’m always feeling like…I mean, this thing inside me, it feels…" She cut herself off.

“Good?” 

She blushed, nodding mutely.

“How much do you touch yourself?” 

“I’m not saying.” She said defiantly, not looking back for him, trying to pretend for all the world to see that they were two unrelated students just waiting for the staircase to shift.

“How much have you done it today?” He slapped her ass, the clap loud.

“T-twice!” 

“Such a naughty princess. No wonder you’ve skipped the panties, they’d be too wet.” He teased. Harry stepped up behind her, pressing himself into her behind. “Do you imagine its my cock instead, driving you into the bed, my hand in your hair?”

Daphne shuddered.

“Soon.” He kissed her earlobe and then he was gone, bouncing up the steps ahead of her two at a time, as Hogwarts finally locked the stairs into place. 

Daphne shivered as she tucked her skirt back down. And then instead of the library, she headed to the bathroom.