The Benefits of Saving Veela- Chapter 49

AN: This ended up being a much longer chapter than I anticipated which hopefully explains the slight delay. Hope you enjoy!

Casting

Orina- Hilde Osland

Ginny- Megan DeLuca

Fleur- Alla Bruletova

Sue Li- Park Da Hyun

Anya- Hannah Palmer

Susan- Natalia Tihomirova

Padma- Ketika Sharma

Daphne- Nicole Deliah

As sleep slowly gave way to consciousness, Harry became acutely aware of a weight pressing against his hips and the exquisite pleasure of a tight little pussy squeezing to every inch of his morning erection.

 Wiping the sleep from his eyes, a goofy grin found its way to his lips as he watched the mesmerizing sight of Orina’s beautiful bum as she bounced on his cock. From the look of things, she’d been at it for some time. There was a ring of her creamy juices at the base that only grew with each new bounce.

Reaching out to grab one pert cheek between his fingers, she looked over her shoulder at him with a sultry smile, “I was vondering when you’d finally vake.” Her bounces became more insistent, making her perfect ass ripple with each meaty smack.

His hand drifted to her hips, forcing her down harder each time. A breathy, “yes” escaped her throat as her fingertips found her oversensitive nub. Her needy pussy rippled along his shaft as she sat down fully on his cock again. Her head lolled back in silent ecstasy as he felt her girl cum squirt around his invading member, dripping down his balls to cover the sheets below them.

As she quivered through the aftershocks of her pleasure, he could feel the pressure building in his balls as he drew closer to his own peak. Given every one of his past experiences with his wonderful veela lover, he expected she’d help him across the finish line.

But as she fell forward, his cock slipped free of her snug tunnel with a lewd squelch and she made no move to put it back in. Instead, she kissed his thigh as she pushed herself back up and off, “I’m sorry, my love, but I’m already running late.” Leaning over the bed, she wasn’t helping the situation with the way it pressed together her tits, “Have vonderful rest of your day,” the mischief in her eyes made him believe that she knew something that he didn’t, “I’m sure it’ll be memorable.”

Harry furrowed his brow at that. As far as he knew it was just a conventional Wednesday, he had a double of History and one of Charms, but nothing else of note.  He couldn’t begin to guess why it was of any particular significance.

He didn’t get a chance to question Orina as she kissed him one last time before heading to the closet. When she reemerged, she was already dressed for work, “I’ll see you later.” It was impressive how quickly she could go from a tousle-haired, cumming mess on his cock to perfectly presentable without so much as a shower.

And just like that, he was alone in the room. Looking at his still hard erection, he was of half a mind to finish the job himself, but he hadn’t had to do anything like that in months. Deciding against it, he let it subside before getting out of bed. As he searched for his clothes, something became obvious… they weren’t there.

Not just the clothes that he’d been wearing the day before, but the pajamas he kept in their room for the many nights he spent there were missing as well. The only thing that didn’t appear to be missing was his shoes. What in the bloody hell is going on? He had no idea what games the girls were playing but he wasn’t currently enjoying them.

Instead of running around, what was essentially, their flat like an idiot, searching every nook and cranny he could until he found them, he pulled out his wand, “Accio trousers.” And absolutely nothing happened. He couldn’t help but wonder if they’d been burned, or if the girls had literally tied them down somewhere.

Luckily, he was still a wizard, one who’d been working relentlessly on conjurations in recent weeks, and so without a second thought, he conjured a pair of trousers and a shirt to go along with it. However, it meant that he was going to have to take a diversion. Despite the quality of his conjurations, something as simple as clothing could be dispelled with a stray ‘finite’. Harry wasn’t willing to risk walking the halls in his birthday suit because someone didn’t know how to aim. I could just imagine the headlines now.

Heading out the door, he made his way toward the enchanted staircase and up towards Gryffindor Tower. Once in the Common Room, he headed up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. Neville and Seamus were already up and showering, if the state of their beds were anything to go by. Once he reached his own, underused bed, he headed for his trunk and pulled out a fresh pair of trousers and a shirt. Kicking off his shoes, he quickly changed into the conventional set of clothing.

Pulling the curtains away, it was only when he sat down on his bed to throw his shoes back on that he realized there was someone waiting for him in it. Peaking out from under the covers was Ginny’s lovely, freckled face, “I was hoping to catch you this morning.” She spoke softly, trying not to alert any of the others to her presence.

Shutting the curtains, he laid down in bed beside her, “Oh really… and why might that be?”

Pushing the sheets down her athletic body, she revealed that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, “You’re a smart boy… what do you think?”

It was an invitation he was happy to accept. Pushing his trousers down, Ginny took hold of his rapidly hardening cock. Leaning in, she licked at the base of his shaft and hummed low in her throat, before looking up at him with her amber eyes, “Looks like someone already had a bit of early morning fun.”

They both knew she didn’t need to taste Orina on him to know that, but he wasn’t going to point that out. Pushing against her shoulder, Ginny bent her knees and spread her legs obscenely to offer her gorgeous little slit to him. Dampness on her petals glistened invitingly in the low light.

He rested his considerable length against belly, touching her belly button, and looked at her expectantly. Taking him in hand, she guided him to her eager pussy. Biting her bottom lip, she threw her head back into his pillows and started wiggling her hips to entice him to push deeper.

Her eyes rolled toward the back of her head as he filled her wonderful tightness. Reaching around, she pinched his bum and that was all the motivation he needed. He dragged his cock out of her horny little hole until he nearly popped free before pushing forward again. His thrusts were slow, deliberate, careful not to alert the attention of any of his dormmates. I can only imagine the trouble if Ron opened the curtains.

If he were thinking with the brain between his ears rather than the one between his legs, he would’ve cast a charm to make that less likely. Instead, he just kept the sensual pace as his thumb found her clit and he started teasing the sensitive nub.

Her cheeks and chest grew flush as she bit down on her own hand to keep from making any noise. Her pussy fluttered around him as she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. He could feel that tension in his balls growing… and then there was a voice, “Harry, mate, are you there?”

There were a couple times during the year when Harry thought about cursing Ron, and this was probably the closest he came to actually doing it. In all fairness, this time he’s not being a pillock. He just has incredibly poor timing. Ginny’s hand against his abs stopped him as she looked him in the eye, and mouthed, “Say something.”

“Yeah, Ron, just getting dressed.” The redhead beneath him slowly shimmied her way up the bed until his cock popped free of her pussy, “I’ll be right down.”

“Nah, I’ll just wait for you here.” Ron replied, happy and unhelpful.

Ginny leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, before whispering in his ear, “Guess we’ll have to take a rain check.” Pulling out his Invisibility Cloak, she laid on top of the bed and draped it over herself, so no one would be any wiser she was there.

Beyond frustrated, he knew it was the sensible thing, but it wasn’t what his body wanted. Still, for the second time he tamped down on his own desires. Stuffing his aching prick back into his trousers, he pulled open the curtains and found Ron waiting for him and quickly shut them behind him.

“Surprised to see you, mate. Seems like you’re up so early that you’re barely here most of the time.” Ron said, completely unaware of his sister just a meter away.

“Yeah, I forgot something and needed to come back up.” Harry explained awkwardly, “Should we head down?”

The promise of food wasn’t something that Ron rejected and so they made their way down to the Common Room together. They waited maybe two minutes before Hermione and Parvati joined them. Another two after that and Ginny came down the stairs looking fresh as a daisy, though her cheeks were still a little more flushed than usual.

Lingering in the back with Ginny as they made their way down to the Great Hall, Harry complimented her, “You’re looking radiant this morning.”

She grinned up at him with mischief in her eyes, “I just had pleasant dreams, Harry. You know how it is.”

Chuckling, they got a few odd looks from their fellow Gryffindors, but no one commented. When they reached the Great Hall, they split up. Ginny headed over to sit with her year mate, Demelza, while Hermione made a beeline for Daphne where she was sitting with Susan at the Hufflepuff table.

 While they’d already, for all intents and purposes, won the academic tournament for their year, the group became tighter knit because of the experience and could often be found studying together or picking each other’s brains.

 Parvati and Ron headed over to the Gryffindor Table and waited for Lavender to join them. The blonde often was later than the rest of them. I believe I heard her say, more than once, beauty takes time.

Realizing that Fleur and the rest of the French contingent had yet to arrive, he decided to join Daphne, Susan, and Hermione. His Slytherin and Hufflepuff lovers smiled at him as he sat, but they were too engrossed in their conversation to do anything more than that.

Despite his brief delay, they were already rather deep in discussion regarding the Wound-Cleaning Potion. A potion that, as far as he knew, wasn’t even in their curriculum until sixth year. Not that I’m one to judge considering my lessons with Dumbledore are beyond Hogwarts level.

Susan readily chimed in because they had various applications within the field of medical magic, and there was even some debate over where it was best to use it for its sterilization properties instead of simply using a spell to heal a wound. It was all very interesting and undoubtedly went in one ear and out the other for Harry as he ate his breakfast.

It was exactly the sort of thing that allowed Daphne to slip something into his back pocket without him noticing.

As the beginning of their morning period neared, people started making their way out of the Great Hall. The girls hopped off the bench and made to leave, but Harry wasn’t quite finished. At their expectant looks, he told them, “Go on, I’ll catch up with you.”

He was mostly talking to Hermione in this instance because they shared their history lesson with the Ravenclaws. Accepting that, Susan waved goodbye, “I’ll see you in Charms.”

A few minutes later, his plate was clean, he grabbed his bag and made his way out into the Entrance Hall.  As he passed the very same room that he’d spent a wonderful time with Padma and Daphne in before, he noticed it crack open just a hair and one bright blue eye peeking, “’Arry, come ‘ere.”

After his first two encounters this morning, Harry felt slightly wary, almost as though he were being set up, but that wasn’t going to stop him from joining Fleur, “Morning Fleur…”

He didn’t get to say more as she pushed his back against the door, forcing it to close. Her lips were on his neck, and he could already feel himself stiffening in his trousers. Her deft fingers undid the button and pushed them down his hips as she looked up at him with big eyes, “You’ve ‘ad me dripping since I woke zis morning, mon amour…” She lifted her skirt, and he could see the dampness on her tiny, silver, silk knickers before she pulled them to the side.

Her soft hands wrapped around his cock and pulled him out. Pushing up on her toes, she dragged her plump lips along his shaft, “I zink it’s only fair zat you ‘elp me, no?” The last word escaped her lips in a breathy moan as she angled his crown toward her eager entrance and let him split her open.

Taking hold of her hips, he lifted her as she wrapped her legs around his back. Holding the slender veela up, he started pumping back and forth in her perfect cock-hugger. Every time he bottomed out, he pulled another beautiful, lewd sound from her body as she licked and kissed against the side of his neck.

His thrusts were powerful, driven by being denied that sweet release twice over already. Fleur certainly wasn’t complaining as her body shook with each smack of his hips. Her mind devolved into the pleasure of the moment and she started babbling in stilted French, “Oui… utilise ma chatte... brise-moi, mon amour!”

Her juices squirted around his pistoning manhood as her body shivered in ecstasy. Just as he was about to bury himself in her wonderful heat… there was a knock on the door. Chole’s voice, muffled but urgent, pleaded from the other side, “Fleur, Madame Maxime is looking for you. Now. You may want to...”

Fleur didn’t need to be told anything more than that. Kissing the line of his jaw, she requested sweetly, “Could you put me down, ‘Arry?”

There was a rather large part of him, that was literally pulsing with need, that wanted to slam her back down on his cock even if meant getting in trouble with the Beauxbatons Headmistress. But he didn’t want to anger his French lover either.

Reluctantly removing her from his cock, he placed her on the ground gently as she quickly put herself back together, “Zank you,” she let her hand just graze his still throbbing erection, “you were perfect, as always.”

Hiding behind the door, he opened it for her so she could join her friend. Taking a moment to compose himself, his balls had never felt so full or so desperate for release. Given it was the third time that this had happened, it felt rather obvious that there was a scheme of some kind afoot. Certainly not something they’ve ever done before. Sure, he’d been teased but this was taking it to a whole new level. He was just having a difficult time figuring out the end game.

At the rate things were going, he didn’t expect it to stop anytime soon. But, even if it was rather difficult to endure, he wasn’t one to complain about giving any of his girls pleasure. Taking a breath, he headed out of the room and up toward the History classroom. He only barely reached it in time and took a seat next to Sue at the last tables on the left.

There was a knowing look in her dark eyes but she didn’t say anything as Mulroney began almost as his butt hit his seat. He half-expected that he’d be treated to a similar torment during the lesson, but that wasn’t the case. There were no scintillating touches or even subtle innuendos thrown his way. Instead, he just got to listen as Professor Mulroney lectured on the establishment of the Statute of Secrecy. The professor was engaging enough, but nothing would ever turn history into one of Harry’s preferred subjects.

By the time it was finished, Sue had nearly twice as many notes written on the parchment in front of her as he did on his own. As they packed up, she gave him a sideways glance, “I missed Fleur this morning…”  

“I didn’t…” He responded, “Caught her just before I made my way up here.” The fact that she knew exactly who he’d spent his time with only lent more credence to his belief that none of this was random chance.

“And… was it a productive rendezvous?” She didn’t want to just come out and say what she wanted, instead trying to dance around it.

“You could say that. Why do you ask?” They exited the classroom together. Normally they would’ve waited for Padma and Hermione as well, but the former needed to ask the professor a question. A convenient excuse, I’d wager.

Sue played with the strap of her bag, trying to think of how to broach the subject. It reminded him of the time she caught him after his lesson with Dumbledore. I doubt she’s wearing knickers this time either.

“Would you want to… be productive with me too?”

They neared a tapestry behind which was one of castles more seldom used secret passages. As they passed it, he glanced behind to make sure no one saw them before grabbing her hand and slipping into it, “As though you have to ask.” As his hand teased the inside of her thigh, he found that his guess was correct. He could feel the heat of her bare sex before he even touched her.

Normally, his girls were more than happy to let him play with them, to tease them with his fingers before getting onto the main event. But just like the first three occasions, Sue impatiently undid the button of his trousers before yanking them and his pants to his mid-thigh.

Turning and placing her hands against the wall, she wiggled her bum as she took hold of one cheek to spread herself in invitation. A whimper left her lips as he stepped up behind her and he filled her in one deliberate stroke. Already anticipating the inevitable frustration of denial, he started pounding into her pert little backside as he reached around to squeeze her breast.

“Oh fuck…” Sue whispered as the power of his thrusts forced her arms to give. Her lovely face pressed against the wall as her cheeks flushed, both top and bottom. She panted every time he filled her, “So fucking good… don’t stop… don’t stop… so close…”

Even knowing there would be some untimely interruption, he didn’t stop. He kept pumping into her at that perfect angle, ensuring that his cock scraped along that overwhelming spot. Her legs trembled as she tried to stifle her own pleasure. Harry leaned around to capture her lips, so she didn’t make too much noise. Given how risky all the girls have decided to be today, Silencing Charms would probably be appropriate. But the risk always added a little something.

As she shivered through her peak, Padma proved him correct as they heard her from the other side of the tapestry, “Not to be a buzz kill, but McGonagall’s coming this way…”

As his length slipped free of her still quivering sheathe, Sue gazed back at him apologetically, “Sorry… I…” It seemed she was rather struggling with going through with this plan.

Leaning in for a kiss her, even as he fixed her skirt for her, he assured her, “It’s alright… No reason to tempt fate where McGonagall’s involved.”

She nodded as he patted her bum. Tucking himself away, he took a moment before stepping out into the corridor to find Padma waiting for them. Whether she was telling the truth, or it was pure happenstance, McGonagall did turn the corner a few seconds later as Sue popped out of the passage too.

As they made their way to lunch together, Harry half-expected Padma to make a similar offer as Sue but it never came. Instead, she asked, “So, any idea what they’re going to throw at you for the final task?”

“Nope, not yet anyway. If they intend to give us some warning, it hasn’t happened yet.” The tournament, at least the main one, hadn’t been in the forefront of his mind. The final task was still more than two months away while the final of the dueling tournament was fast approaching.

“It’s possible they intend for you to go in blind, like the first one.” Sue commented.

“Or maybe there was a clue in the second task, just like in the first one. It’s possible that this time you missed it.” Padma was right, that was possible. If there was a clue, it was either more subtle than the first or he just hadn’t recognized it. He’d have to give it some thought.

“You might be right. I’ll have to think about…” He didn’t get a chance to finish the thought. They were on the first-floor landing when Harry was suddenly pulled away from the two Ravenclaws. They noticed but didn’t even break their stride because they were clearly expecting it.

The first floor had already cleared out and gone to lunch. It was entirely empty as he was pushed into one of the alcoves. There was a window that looked down onto the grounds, but the glare of the sun would make it difficult for anyone to see them.

“Hello handsome,” Anya greeted him as though she hadn’t just pulled him away, “I vas hoping to run into you.”

“Really? Because that wasn’t likely at all.” He grinned at the sheer lunacy of the situation.

“Oh, I would’ve eventually, but I’m feeling rather impatient.” She cupped his bulge over the top of his trousers, “You’ve been making it difficult to concentrate at vork.” Not that he imagined Sprintwitches was particularly busy, nor that she was really upset about the ‘distractions’.

“It wasn’t just me, love.” He reminded her.

She pressed a kiss to his lips as she freed his cock, “I know… they have been naughty vitches, no? You’re still wet vith last one’s juices.  Lucky for you, I vant to be naughty too.” He wasn’t sure how ‘lucky’ he really was in this particular scenario, but he wasn’t going to deny the Bulgarian beauty.

Pushing her own stretchy trousers down to the ground, she brough his angry, purple cockhead to her puffy lips and pushed herself down his length. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he didn’t think he’d ever looked quite that big before.

His first lover put her impressive flexibility on display as she somehow managed to raise her leg straight up so that she was essentially doing a standing split. Her lips parted as he dragged his cock out of her and snapped his hips forward.

With each new encounter, it was becoming more difficult to concern himself with being caught. Her pussy squelched as he took hold of her slender hips and used her perfect little pussy like a sleave.

Her nails scratched against his chest as she begged him, “That’s it… use that tight fucking hole… it vas made for you…”

He could feel the sweet release getting closer, closer than it’d been yet. As he felt her clutching cunt squeeze down tight enough that he could barely pull himself out of her, his release hung on a knife’s edge. And then, just as he expected, there was an interruption.

He wasn’t sure where the noise came from, but Anya set herself a timer. Sounding truly remorseful, she patted his chest, “I’m sorry, my love, but I need to get back to Hogsmeade. They’ll vonder where I am, and I’d rather not lose my job.”

Accepting his fate, he pushed her off his cock. A strand of his precum throbbed out of his slit and landed on her mound. It made her giggle, “Don’t vorry, I’m sure you’ll get release soon enough.”

Harry snorted out a laugh, “Oh… I’d wager it’s going to happen thrice more before I’m lucky enough for that.”

Anya grinned, unrepentant, “We knew that you’d figure it out? How long did it take?”

“I was suspicious after Ginny and positive after Fleur.”

That caused her to pout, “Damn, then I lost bet.” Even as she said it, she was helping to stuff his cock back into his trousers.

“I feel for you… I really do.” His straight-faced delivery only amused her.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’ll be vorth it in the end. Just be patient.” After she pulled up her own trousers, she kissed him on the cheek, “And besides, do you really mind all your girlfriends cumming on your cock?”

“You know I don’t, more than once usually… but being denied seven times is rather new to me.”

“You’ll live, and enjoy end result, I think” She patted his shoulder, “Now don’t miss your lunch, you need to keep energy up. You have so many demanding girlfriends…” As she slid past him out of the alcove, he smacked her bum.

Giggling, she sauntered away as he relaxed one specific part of his body. When everything was in order, he emerged from the alcove and headed back to the enchanted staircase. When he made it down to the Great Hall for lunch, he was one of the last ones there.

A seat was waiting for him between Padma and Susan with Daphne sitting across from them. Convenient that it just happens to be the last three. Sitting between them, they each glanced in his direction before Daphne spoke up, “Good day so far, Harry?”

Deciding it was best to merely roll with the punches, he replied, “Brilliant… at least as brilliant as any day that includes History of Magic can be. I’ve had some rather fun… interludes though.”

“We know.” Susan grinned, “Too bad that Anya couldn’t join us.”

Taking a bite of the Cornish pasty, he turned to look at her before asking, “How do you know I was with Anya?” Harry questioned. The redhead’s smile faded, and she glanced at Padma and Daphne quickly. While they knew when he was… involved, that didn’t mean they knew who else he was with.

“Lucky guess.” Padma supplied from his other side.

They’d gone through all the trouble of coordinating everything, so he didn’t have any intention of ruining it now. Nudging her shoulder with his own, he comforted her, “Of course, makes sense. Probably the most sensible thing that’s happened to me all day.”

Susan seemed relieved and tried to busy herself with her own meal. Saving her from any other blunders, Padma asked him, “Harry, after Charms, do you think you could help me with my DADA assignment. I don’t fully understand Hex Deflection and wouldn’t mind picking your brain, walk me through it a bit more.”

Since he was very much an action orientated wizard rather than theory, he didn’t think he was the best person to ask for the former but was happy to help with the latter. But he doubted that was the real reason behind the request, “Of course, Pads.”

“Great, I’ll meet you in the usual practice room then.” While she’d never been there to duel, it didn’t mean she’d never joined them to watch.

As people started heading out to their afternoon classes, Susan got off the bench, “Walk me to Charms, handsome?”

Taking one last bite of his pasty, he grabbed his bag and offered his arm. They walked out of the Great Hall together, and Harry went to steer them toward the enchanted staircase. But Susan piped up, trying to sound innocent, “Actually, can we make a quick detour down to the Hufflepuff dorm. I need to grab something real quick.”

Confident he knew exactly where this was going, he guided them toward the stairs that led down into the basement. They passed a familiar storage room, the very same one they’d used after Zacharias caused her trip to the infirmary. Just as he suspected, she turned and pulled him through the door.

There was one old desk in the room that looked oddly clean, as though it’d been done deliberately. She guided him over to it before leaning up to kiss his jaw. Dropping her heart-shaped bum down on the edge of the desk, she scooted back and hiked up her skirt. She was wearing a lacy pair of black knickers that she pulled taut against her plump lips.

Shaking his head, he pointed out the obvious, “I’m guessing you don’t need anything from your dorm then.”

“Nope,” Her finger undid the button of his trousers, “I have everything I need right here.” Once she had his raging hard pillar free, she leaned back and had the courtesy to pull open her button-down blouse and reveal her beautiful, bra-clad chest. That only lasted a moment as she pulled the cups down to reveal her pale, pointed nipples. He knew just how easy it was to make the redheaded bombshell explode with just those enticing little bullets on her chest.

Pulling the gusset of her panties to the side, he slid into her slickness in one fluid motion. She grabbed his forearm as she released a satisfied moan. Covering her curvy body with his own, his lips latched onto her right nipple.

Flicking his tongue in just the way he knew that she adored, her back arched as she cried out, “Fucking Morgana… that’s so fucking… yes. Just like that, just like that… just like that!” Her squeals became more frantic as he picked up the pace.

He didn’t want Susan to feel as though she’d been short changed but there was only so much of the torturous teasing he could take in such quick succession. At least he’d have the whole of Charms class to relax once she came. That’s why he was forcing her toward her peak with every trick he could.

As he pinched her little bud between his teeth and distended it slightly, he felt her pussy ripple almost violently around his cock as she creamed around his cock. Her nails dug into the back of his head as she shook beneath him. Trying not to overstimulate himself, he just gave small thrusts to try and prolong her pleasure.

As she recovered from her high, she still sounded slightly blissed out as she tried to apologize, “Sorry… love, but… we don’t want to be late… for Charms.” It was probably the weakest excuse that he’d heard that day, but he wasn’t going to call her out on it. He’d let things go this far, after all.

Holding himself above her, he pecked her on the lips, “I think that’s going to be more of a problem for you than me.”

Once they made themselves presentable, Susan’s legs wobbled slightly as he helped her back out into the corridor. He did exactly as she asked and escorted her to Charms. Somehow, they weren’t even the last ones to arrive.

Taking a seat beside the still-giddy Hufflepuff, he pulled out a piece of parchment and listened to Flitwick’s lecture. The Scouring Charm wasn’t one that he could see himself using in the middle of a battle, but there was something to be said for knowing household charms when necessary.

Once the lecture finished, Harry quickly mastered the spell before doing his best to help Susan and Ron, who were the nearest to him. When the period ended, he left the Charms classroom with the Hufflepuff where she almost immediately reminded him, “You were going to meet Padma, weren’t you?”

Breathing out a laugh, he gratefully responded, “You’re right. I nearly forgot.” That wasn’t true in the slightest, and they both knew it, “You’re good from here, yeah?”

“I’ll make do, Harry.” She assured him with a little wave of her fingers, “Have fun!” She joined Hannah after they separated at the enchanted staircase; her heading down while he needed to go up a floor.

Seeing light at the end of the tunnel, Harry took the steps two at a time on the way to their oft-times practice room. He dreaded the idea that he might actually have to wait for Padma, but as he opened the door, the Indian beauty was already there, “Hey Harry, how was Charms?”

“Informational and rather boring…” he answered honestly.

“When you’re taking private lessons from Albus Dumbledore, I imagine that’s true of most practical lessons.”

“Some of them can still surprise me, but a lesson on the Scouring Charm wasn’t going to manage it.” He put his bag down by the door and approached her, stepping that little bit further into her personal space than was perfectly necessary, “So… Hex Deflection, right?”

The words didn’t seem to register in Padma’s mind as he caught her staring at his lips, “Padma?” He rolled up his sleeves to the elbow and her mind short-circuited again as she fixated on his forearms, “Padma?”

Her eyes widened as she stumbled over herself to reply, “Hex Deflection… right… exactly. Really been struggling with it…” he took another step closer. On instinct she reached out and touched his arm, “Thought you could help…”

“Right, I figure that’s why you asked.” He smiled, “So how do you want to start?”

Padma didn’t respond in words but by pulling his head down for a kiss. It might’ve been the quickest he’d ever managed to tempt her into forwardness. Her fingers went straight for his trousers as she urgently tried to get them down and free his cock. Her words came out wanton and needy between kisses, “Sorry… just been a long day … hard waiting… going last…”

“Trust me… I get it.” Since Padma had a singular focus, he doubted she realized that she was preaching to the choir, given he was at the center of this little scheme.

Pulling his cock out, she gave him a few tentative strokes that managed to pull a strand of precum from his length. None too gently, she pressed down on his shoulders and made clear that she wanted him on the ground.

Squatting over his hips, she took hold of his swollen manhood and angled it toward her hot little pussy. Without hesitating, she engulfed his shaft, all her weight dropping down in one booty-clapping smack.

Her pussy left a trail of her glistening juices as she started pulling herself up his considerable length only to throw her ass right back down against his hips. Her eyes closed in utter ecstasy as she rasped out, “Fuuuccckkk… fuck, fuck… I’ve been thinking about this… all day.”

Given that Padma was the least athletically inclined of his lovers, her effort and stamina squatting over him was extremely impressive. But… that didn’t mean she could hold it forever. Her movements slowed as her legs began to burn, but she stubbornly tried to keep going as she chased her peak.

Taking hold of her hips, Harry held her in place, with just the tip nestled between her plump lips. Then he started pushing his arse off the ground… smack… smack… smack… filling her over and over.

A high-pitched scream pierced the air as she came around him. Her eyes opened then as she stared at him in awe. One peak quickly followed into another and it became too much for her. Pushing his hands away from her hips, she fell to his side a quivering reck.

Curling himself around her, he rubbed her back as she recovered. It took a few minutes, but she finally turned against him with a beatific smile, “Thanks… I really needed that.”

“I can relate.” He rumbled out.

“I know,” She giggled and reached around him to pull a note out of his back pocket, “I think this should help you with that.”

Opening it, he found a simple instruction. Meet me in the Come-and-Go Room.  Kissing her on the forehead, he asked, “Do you want me to stay for a little while?”

Padma shook her head at his thoughtfulness, “Oh absolutely,” she said without hesitation, “but that would ruin such a well-constructed plan and I can’t possibly be responsible for that.” She nudged at his shoulder, “Go, I’ll be fine.”

Tucking himself away, he helped her back to her feet before heading toward the door. Before leaving, a thought occurred to him, “Hey, did you actually need help or…”

“Oh, no, I’ve got it. Not nearly as good at the practical as I’d like, but I understand the theory fine.” She shooed him with her hand, “Now go.”

Closing the door behind him, he made the long trek up to the seventh floor in record time and quickly arrived at the blank wall that hid the Room.  Before he even had a chance to pace in front of it, a door appeared.

As he stepped through, he found Daphne sitting on the edge of a bed waiting for him. She wore her uniform, or at least a skimpier likeness of it. The skirt barely went past the top of her thighs and the blouse looked as though it were two sizes too small. From the obvious points sticking up against the stretched material, she was ready for him. A Slytherin tie hung around her neck that she idly played with.

As he stalked toward the bed, she offered him a wicked smile, “Fancy seeing you here, Harry. Have you had a good day?” She echoed her earlier question.

Standing over her, his thumb skimmed against her cheek, “I think you know exactly what kind of day I had.”

Her smile only grew, “Oh, I do. So many tight pussies wrapped around your perfect cock but none of them gave you what you needed.”

“Because of you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes because of me.” She turned her head and took his thumb into her mouth, sucking on the digit, “I’ve been a naughty, conniving little snake…. I think it’s only right that I make it up to you.”

For the first time since that morning, he found himself naked. Squeezing his still cum-slick cock, she brought his dome to her lips, “Come on, Harry. Don’t you want to take out all that frustration I’ve caused you.”

Opening her mouth, she engulfed the first few inches of his cock and flicked her tongue along the underside in a spot that literally made his leg shake. His hand went to the back of her head, and he forced himself further down her gullet.

Gluhk! Not all the girls could handle every inch of him, at least not in their throats, and Daphne was one of them. She pulled off and pressed her cheek against his throbbing length, “Go on… I know what you want to do… I promise I can handle it.”

Gluhk! She forced him against the back of her throat again and held him there, staring at him with her lovely blue eyes. Deciding it was time to worry about his own needs, he started dragging her head back and forth along his cock.

Every thrust was marked by an obscene, throaty gurgle as he pushed her to the very limit of what she could handle. But that’s exactly what she wants, to be pushed… to be used. And she ensured he was in a state that he’d be more than willing to use her.

Thick spittle drippled from her chin down to the white blouse, turning the fabric translucent. As Harry greedily fucked her face, chasing a day of denied pleasure, Daphne’s hand drifted toward her horny cunt. He grabbed her wrist before she could manage it and pinned it to her side with his free hand, “No… not until I say.”

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the authority in his voice, and he wasn’t sure if she came just from that.

The tension in his groin snapped like a rope and he let out a primal yell as he forced Daphne as far down onto his cock as she could manage. His bollocks tightened to his body as his cock visibly spasmed. He swore that he could hear the first explosion as it hit against the back of her throat, heavy and thick. Daphne coughed and a bit of pearlescent white seeped from the corner of her lips.

Harry came for what felt like hours as he unleashed the largest load of his young life into the gorgeous Slytherin. A rather impressive feat considering his first experience with Anya. Daphne’s eyes watered and she struggled to breathe, but she refused to quit. When he finally slid out of her magnificent mouth, the last spurt landed right on her tongue, and she shivered through a climax of her own.

Still hard as a rock, Harry watched as Daphne gasped and tried to recover her breath. He only allowed her a few seconds before pushing her back to the bed and flipping her over. Legs straight, she laid prone on the bed as Harry straddled her thighs. Her barely-there skirt just looked like a belt and left her lovely bum on full display. The gap between her thighs was noticeably glistening with her own juices, and her pale pink slit winked through the last of her orgasm in invitation.

Living entirely in his animal hind mind, he angled his cock down and forced his length into her tiny pussy like a battering ram. The position made her feel just that little bit tighter and it was absolutely divine.

Clawing at the sheets around her, Daphne moaned like a desperate little slut as he dragged his cock out of her pussy before forcing it right back in, “Fuck!... oh goddess, Harry… that’s so fucking good.” One hand dug into the dimple of her back as the other took hold of her collar and pulled it tight, but not enough to hurt her.

Her creamy juices covered his cock as he pummeled her little pussy like he owned it. And Daphne certainly wasn’t complaining, quite the opposite.

Every time he bottomed out in her silky, grippy sheathe, another slutty moan or euphoric exultation left her lips.  He pulled one orgasm after the other from her slender, curvaceous body.

As he turned her into a puddle of cock drunk satisfaction, she reached for the cheeks of her own bum. One tiny pinky from her left hand teased her tightest hole and then popped inside. The effect was immediate.

Her pussy spasmed around his cock and almost held him in place as she experienced a monumental orgasm. Her juices squirted around his cock and stained the sheets beneath her. It felt like her entire sex vibrated in pleasure.

His overstimulated manhood couldn’t take anymore. Filling each hand with one of her lovely cheeks, he thrusted one final time and buried himself in her quivering cunt. He exploded in the very deepest parts of her, painting her womb white until she could take no more. He overstuffed her pussy to the point that some of his cum leaked from her abused hole before he even pulled free.

When he finally finished, he sat back on his heels with his cock resting on Daphne’s bum. He couldn’t help but admire his handiwork. Cum dripped in a steady stream from her pussy down her thighs to the sheets below. Her pale skin was red from every pinch and squeeze and spank that he delivered.

 Eyes glazed over from pleasure, she looked back at him, “That… was amazing.”

Difficult as he found it getting to the end, he couldn’t help but agree, “It was… but mind telling me what this was all about?”

She grinned, “It was my way of saying, thank you… for the Chamber.”

Harry laughed deep in his belly at the revelation as she giggled along with him. It was unique, that much was undoubtedly true, no different than Ginny’s ‘thanks’. He patted her bum, “Only a Slytherin could come up with something like that.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she informed him imperiously before breaking into a grin, “I wanted to give you a reason not to hold back… to only worry about yourself for once. I couldn’t think of any other way to manage it outside of a Lust Potion and that just seemed excessive. I thought you’d have more fun this way, and everyone would be involved.”

He gave her bum a squeeze, “You certainly succeeded.”

“Not quite,” she dragged a nail along his still hard cock, “I wanted to be the sole outlet for all your frustrations… and take you until you couldn’t go another round. Seems I still have some work to do.”

It took half the night to manage it, but Daphne did eventually succeed.