Politics of Pleasure Ch 3

Chapter 3

Hermione found herself settling into a routine over the next several days. She would spend most of her free time researching for the tournament. Every couple of days she made sure Harry spent some time doing something different. It wasn’t easy to get Harry to agree to the distractions but he seemed to humor her attempts at it. Ron had accompanied them a couple of times but Dean had offered challenges in Wizards Chess so Ron had missed the last couple. She had watched the Prophet but Harry’s letter had yet to appear. When asked he had just given her a smile and said that she wasn’t the only smart person he had consulted. She had thought he meant Sirius and was confused but he had refused to explain.

Hermione pushed the moment out of her mind as thinking about it just caused her brain to hurt. She focused her attention on the books in front of her, hand running along the spines in search of a particular text. She saw someone out of her periphery enter the same aisle but didn’t pay attention to who it was.

“Granger.” The woman next to her said.

Hermione turned but she wasn’t facing her. She stared at Daphne for a moment before turning back to the books.

“Don’t look Granger.” Daphne whispered, “Did Potter send the letter?”

Hermione’s eyes widened as a bevy of thoughts raced through her mind. She really wanted to look at Daphne and try and gauge the other woman’s interest in Harry. How did she know? What would she want to know.

“Granger I don’t really have the time. Yes or no did he send the letter?”

“Yes.” Hermione responded automatically.

She heard Daphne huff, “Why hasn’t it appeared?” That was barely a whisper.

“He hasn’t told me.” Hermione muttered.

Daphne huffed again, “Bloody men.” She heard a book being pulled out of the shelf, “Stay close to him Granger.”

Hermione heard her steps echo as she walked away. Her mind replayed the interaction with the other girl. She had no idea why Daphne would approach her like that. Their relationship had been cordial yet competitive between the two of them. Though Hermione really had no idea when Daphne would’ve built any sort of relationship with Harry. Hermione found the book that she was looking for before heading back to the little table for study. Her gaze darted to the side where she saw Daphne sitting with Tracey, both involved in some book or other.

Neither woman looked up as Hermione walked by, offering no real chance to observe. She sat down at her table filled with its various books and scrolls as she had planned to work on a project for class. She opened the book automatically, though her mind started to filter through all kinds of memories. She desperately sought a reason as to why Daphne had asked about the letter. Why would the other girl even know about it. Hermione mulled over various memories, thinking about when Harry might’ve confided and talked to the girl. Her memories really came up blank as she just couldn’t parse when the two of them would’ve interacted with one another. She couldn’t stop the small frown as she was stumped and confused by the interaction. The warning or advice to stay close to Harry didn’t make much sense but she wondered if perhaps something was happening within the Slytherin dorms in the aftermath of the World Cup.

It was possible that some of the older students were starting to vocalize the bigotry that they had needed to obscure in the last couple of years. The information of Harry’s wand being used to cast the dark mark was an open secret at this point, and many had snickered or teased when he walked by. Harry had taken it in stride; another point that he had bigger things on his mind she put together. Another indication I missed about him being the Lord.

She paused on that thought. Did Daphne know he was Lord Potter? She chewed her bottom lip as she went through the potentialities. She felt hurt that he might’ve told someone else before her, but that line of thinking stopped as she remembered his behavior the night she caught him. He had stopped her from saying anything. Maybe she didn’t know. Its not really a leap though with Harry coming of age. Were they meeting at night? It was days like today where she wished she had her own Marauder’s Map. The sigh was involuntary in knowing she would never take that piece away from Harry. It was one of the few connections he had to his family.

Her brain stopped. Family. Harry said that the Lawyers were trusted by his Grandfather. How would he know that? Hermione’s mind restarted and whirled with possibilities. The instance with Daphne forgotten as another, more interesting conundrum had been identified.

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Harry had snuck out of the Gryffindor dorms again. Daphne had indicated that she wished to meet with him. It had been a couple of weeks before either of them had really wanted to meet. Checking the map he saw she was alone in the room and there were none of the patrols nearby so he removed his cloak before walking in. She was leaning against one of the desks as he walked in and she offered him a small smile.

The two came together in a hug before Harry captured her lips in a kiss. Daphne reciprocated and they stayed lip locked for a while. His arms wrapped around her and she felt his hands wandering all over her back. They settled on her bum as he squeezed it through the pants she had chosen to wear. She ended the kiss between them though she didn’t move out of his embrace. She put her head on his shoulder and took in his presence.

Harry’s hands shifted upwards and he started to rock back and forth whilst humming a basic tune. It was something he had discovered she liked in one of the rare moments she had visited him in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey had decided to keep him overnight, though he hadn’t really needed it. Daphne had snuck in to check on him, and to prove his wellness he had started to walk around. She had clutched at him to try and get him to stop and he had started to laugh whilst rocking back and forth. The laughter had turned into a hum and Daphne had settled into his arms. Madam Pomfrey had caught them but didn’t interrupt, saying it was eerie how similar the situation was to one that she had caught Harry’s parents in during their time at school. Madam Pomfrey had watched from afar but had never spoken to anyone about it.

The two rocked back and forth for several minutes just enjoying each others physical presence. Harry felt her shift in his arms and recognized she wanted a change. He pulled out his wand and transfigured a desk into a semblance of a love seat. They sat down and Daphne shifted until she was comfortable. His hands idly roamed and gently rubbed over her body.

She broke the comfortable silence, “Why hasn’t the letter come out yet?”

Harry smirked, he should’ve figured that she would be worried about that. “It will come out when it needs to.” He felt her tense and knew there was some sort of argument coming and couldn’t help the chuckle, “It will come out when the other schools arrive. Maybe a day or two after since Dumbledore wasn’t precise on when they would be here.”

Tension left Daphne’s body, “Oh. That is smart. I should’ve thought of that.”

“And perhaps you would’ve in time. It was McGonagall’s idea.”

At this Daphne shifted so she could see his face, “What? Why would you… Potter that’s not smart.”

“She can’t tell anyone.” At her confused look he continued, “According to the Charter any student can request a meeting with their head of house where the student requests that the head take a vow of silence on the matter unless the student is in imminent danger or harm.”

“Surely Headmaster’s…”

“Each Head of House is to offer a token tied by the magic of Hogwarts. If the Vow is broken the token breaks. Punishment is usually Azkaban.”

Daphne’s eyes went wide, “How did you know this?”

“There is an advantage to being friends with someone who knows every obscure rule of the castle.”

Daphne huffed, “Hermione… did you ask her.”

“Only in passing. Said I had a concern about a student from a bad situation.”

“She didn’t press?”

Harry chuckled, “Gave her something far more interesting to mull over immediately afterward.”

Daphne stiffened, “You two are close.”

Harry’s hands started rubbing circles on some exposed skin, “You don’t need to worry about my relationship with Hermione.”

Daphne frowned, “But you won’t give me any proof.”

“And you won’t take the offer.”

They both heard the frustration from the other. It had been a couple of weeks and neither wanted to fight but Hermione was a point of pain that they really couldn’t resolve unless one of them caved.

“Moving on to another woman that we can actually talk about, I had an interesting talk several nights ago.”

“Potter, that’s not how you start a conversation.” Daphne growled.

“We’re already in a conversation.” Harry retorted. Daphne huffed and turned around so she wasn’t facing him. Her shirt shifted and exposed her back. Harry stifled the laugh, knowing it would just set her off and needing her to be at least somewhat amicable. He pressed on, “Luna approached me and informed me that she would be welcome to a Mistress agreement.”

“Lovegood?” Daphne asked, “Why?”

“Apparently her father has been getting requests over the last couple of years for line absorption.”

“Bloody idiots think it consolidates power.” Daphne muttered.

Harry waited for her to explain but she just devolved into mutterings and angry nonsensical words. His eyebrows shot up at some of the threats she was putting out into the world and the venom of her whispers.

“Perhaps you can explain the anger there?” Harry prodded.

She let out a long sigh before speaking in a more normal time, “For as vaunted and advanced the Magical world believes it to be, there are still practices and beliefs that are more medieval and ancient in belief. Many families believe that absorbing other lines and controlling them directly offer better positions. However they conveniently ignore the reality that ancient empires failed because of this. Ancient Egypt, Ancient Rome, The Japanese Shogun, among others all fell because the magical dynasty had so little support. The magical precursors to each empire fell and broke apart long before the muggle counterparts ever did.”

“And line absorption is the issue?”

Daphne shrugged, “It is definitely a factor. Magical Ancient Greece, specifically the citystates, lasted long after the muggle counterparts fell. Families controlled the sphere but they didn’t absorb other lines, they all made sure that the various lines had heirs to control them. It was a way to maintain balance and power.”

“So Luna’s request is not unusual?”

“No. Many families with only female children will seek line continuation agreements over traditional marriage agreements. Though it often turns into line absorption.”

Harry filed that little bit of information away and silently mulled over what Daphne had said. Something to look into in the future perhaps but not really anything that would change his thoughts in the moment.

“Are you going to take it?” Daphne asked.

“Maybe, there is a lot to potentially consider.” Harry answered honestly.

“You probably should.” Daphne muttered after a few moments of silence, “The Lovegood’s while not powerful in their own have always held their own version of prestige.”

Harry nodded absentmindedly before looking down at his partner. She was tense, something he hadn’t noticed in his own musings. He imagined that the talk about Luna had sparked a fear she hadn’t vocalized to him.

“Well enough about that.” He muttered before using his wand to levitate her around to face him. She let out a noise in surprise as he lifted her. She settled into his lap her arms resting around his neck, “No use speaking about another girl when I have a pretty one all right here.”

Harry’s hands traveled under her shirt and traversed her smooth skin. She sent him a glare that didn’t match the lust he saw dancing in her eyes.

“And what makes you think I’m going to let you do anything mister?” She tried to put on an angry tone but her eyes challenged him.

His hands slipped out from under her shirt and moved down to the bottom of the shirt. He made sure to keep eye contact with her as he exaggerated each motion as unbuttoned it starting from the bottom. About halfway up her shirt her glare had shifted to one of frustration. She had started to grind against him and he recognized the signs of impatience coming from her. A couple buttons from the top he realized she hadn’t been wearing a bra. His eyes widened and saw the amused look cross her face as he realized how much she had wanted to play tonight. He finished the last two buttons and she shrugged the shirt off.

They both paused for a moment and he saw her eyes alight with lust. The two crashed into a heated kiss as Harry’s hands came up and mauled her tits. He moaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. His rough hands scraped against her skin. One hand trailed down and slipped under her pants. Two fingers easily slipped inside her pussy and started to pump in and out. She ended the kiss and her head slipped back as she let loose a load moan. His fingers felt so much better than her own. His mouth clamped on her neck to bite and suck. She would have a mark but she didn’t care.

“Fucking Merlin!” Daphne screamed as his fingers sped up.

Harry nipped at her skin going down and sucking as much of a tit as he could get in his mouth. Her breathing stopped as she felt the pleasure build up. She screamed as Harry sent her over the edge, her pussy clamping on his two fingers. She shuddered with pleasure as she came. Her breathing evened out after a few moments and she realized that he was still playing with her pussy and leaving kisses all over her skin.

She reached down and grabbed the hand coated in her juices and brought it up. She made eye contact and licked and sucked at his fingers tasting herself. She let him pump his fingers in her mouth and ran her tongue all over them. Harry’s eyes darkened with lust and she felt his cock lurch in his pants. She smiled as she conjured a pillow to on the floor before sinking off his lap and kneeling on the ground.

She made short work of his pants and fished his cock out. She smiled before kissing the tip and watching his reaction. His eyes half closed as he felt her tongue swirl around the head, hand gently stroking the base.

“You love it when I play with your cock?” She asked; pausing to lick from base to tip. “I like playing with your Big. Fucking. Cock.” She took him into his mouth and did some short bobs before pulling back, “Probably the biggest cock in the school. And I get to play with it.” She took him back in her mouth, this time taking as much as she could. Getting deeper and deeper each time.

Harry’s hands threaded through her hair as she bobbed on his cock. “Morgana’s tits.” He muttered as he felt her throat around him. He gripped her hair and started to make her bob faster. She tapped his leg signaling he could let loose and he did just that. His hands shifted slightly and he controlled her entire movement. He forced her deep onto his cock, thrusting up each time he brought her head down.

He only cared about his pleasure. Her mouth just the object that would get him there. He reached his peak and buried her head into his crotch. She spit and sputtered around his length as he came straight down her throat. There was something intoxicating about listening to her choke on his cock. After a few spurts his grip weakened and she pulled off his length letting him finish on her face and hair. Spit, drool and cum covered her face and chest. He looked down and saw her catching her breath, his cock laying on her face. Another memory to be cherished.

Once she caught her breath she planted one last kiss on his cock before standing up. Once she stood she took full stock in being covered in a combination of everything.

“Merlin you needed that huh?” she muttered.

Harry watched a glob of something drip from her chin on to a boob and his cock lurched. He loved seeing her like this as it was in such contrast to the prim and proper decorum she maintained each day.

“I was gonna give you a titjob but seems like you just needed release.” She mused

Harry shrugged, “Next time then.”

Daphne grabbed her wand and cleaned everything off, “Next time.”

He watched her put her shirt back on and become presentable once again. A quick look at the time and they both realized they needed to leave to get any sort of sleep for the night. She bent down to kiss him and gave his still exposed cock a few pats.

“Thanks for playing.” She said cheekily.

She made for the exit before pausing, “You should consider that thing with Luna. You two would be good together.”

“Only if you are there with us.” Harry responded.

Daphne didn’t respond though he thought he saw the barest of nods before she left the room. His head fell back as he worked overtime to think about the various outcomes between getting closer to Luna.