Tough Love Part 2

“Daphne. Is this seat taken?” Draco Malfoy asked.

Daphne Greengras looked at him somewhat disdainfully. She said: “I believe not.”

“Excellent.” Draco sat down and started eating.

You would think his experiences in the war would have changed him. They did… but only a little bit. Instead of being a total raging bigot, now he was just a bit of a smarmy prick. He still had more confidence than was deserved.

“I thought that the two of us could get to know each other a bit better,” Draco said. “You know, since we’re going to be family.”

Daphne looked at him and didn’t say anything.

“What do you say we drink tonight?” Draco asked. “I have a few bottles from my father’s collection. The taste is excellent.”

Daphne stood up. “I have other plans.” 

She left the Slytherin table even though the meal had really just started. Draco cursed underneath his breath. He left himself not long later, possibly because he didn’t like the way other students were looking at him.

“What was that about?” asked Theo Nott.

“Have you never noticed?” Blaise Zabini said. “Draco is smitten with her. Not that he could ever get anywhere with it. It’s why he moved on to her younger, more impressionable sister.”

Astoria Greengrass was sitting just out of earshot, eating calmly while pretending her fiance hadn’t just made a move on her sister.

“Does he have delusions of a harem? How improper!” Lillith moon giggled.

“Daphne has been making excuses to duck him for years now,” Blaise said. “She’ll probably hide out in her dorm room reading tonight, pretending that those “plans” she mentioned actually exist.”

Not far away, Pansy Parkinson smirked while eating in silence. Blaise was right about everything… except his theory that Daphne was lying. 

She had plans alright. Very, very important ones.

Pansy laughed to herself while finishing her meal, drawing a handful of odd looks from the Slytherins around her.

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Harry pushed open the Astronomy Tower trapdoor and climbed into the room with the confidence a man might have entering his own home. By now, Harry had been here plenty of times. He was so used to this place that it basically had become a home away from home; spending almost every night there will do that.

“Welcome back,” Pansy said.

She was the reason that Harry was visiting so frequently. Her robes were piled in the corner of the room. On her body was a lacy set of lingerie that had straps around her thighs and a frilly, low cut bra. Pansy’s dark eyes looked at Harry, storming with passion. 

Harry’s gaze shifted to the other girl in front of him.

Daphne Greengrass had bright blue eyes and luminescent blond hair. Sitting next to Pansy’s darker features, the two looked like yin and yang. Daphne’s lingerie also contributed to that impression. Where Pansy’s panties and bra were a supremely deep green, Daphne’s were lighter and brighter in their shade. She had thicker tits and a fatter ass than Pansy. Conventionally speaking, Daphne was the prettier of the two, which probably explained why Draco chased her for so long.

But Harry wasn’t a picky eater. He would happily devour both the snacks in front of him.

“Fancy running into you here,” Harry said to Daphne. 

“Hello, Potter,” she said softly.

Harry smirked. “What’s with that tone? Don’t tell me that you’re feeling embarrassed now. The two of us have gone further than this.”

No one in Slytherin had ever seen Daphne Greengrass blush. Right now, her cheeks turned a brilliant pink.

“That was one night!” Daphne said. “I didn’t mean to! I just had a little too much to drink…”

“What’s this about?” Pansy asked.

Harry told her the first time they fucked that he had bedded Daphne Greengrass. She hadn’t heard the story, though. Hearing them talk was making Pansy curious. 

“Haven’t I told you?” Harry asked. He knew full well that he never had.

“No, I don’t believe you have,” Pansy said. “Why? Is it embarrassing?”

“Stop,” Daphne protested weakly. “Don’t tell her. It’s mortifying.”

Harry didn’t listen. Rubbing his chin, he acted like a storyteller. “Well, it started the night of the party here at Hogwarts, celebrating Voldemort’s defeat. As the guest of honor I was up late seeing different guests. By the time I got to bed, it was already the middle of the night. But as soon as I lay down, my door opened. Daphne came into my room. Can you guess what she was wearing?”

“Stooooooop,” Daphne moaned plaintively. 

She crawled over and kneeled in front of Harry to make him stop. Pansy did the same, except she was trying to urge Harry on.

“What was she wearing?” Pansy asked.

“Less than she is now. Nothing.”

“Oh, my!” Pansy said. “Scandalous!”

“I was drunk, okay?” Daphne said. “They were going to marry me to Corban fucking Yaxley! He’s older than my father! They gave me lessons on how to please him, and the day was coming up.” She shivered. “Harry stopped them when I only had a week left. Can you blame me for wanting to pay him back?”

“She paid me back VERY well,” Harry said. “Those lessons were put to good use. Although she was embarrassed the morning after. She made me promise not to tell anyone.”

“Which you broke!” Daphne said. “You told HER!” 

She pointed at Pansy.

“Pansy doesn’t count,” Harry said, as if it was obvious. “She’s mine now. Just think of her as a pet or something similar.”

Daphne gaped. She was even more stunned that Pansy didn’t protest that title. In fact, Pansy’s lingerie got a dark spot right over her pussy lips.

“Merlin. I had no idea I was sharing a dorm with such a kinky freak,” Daphne said.

“I’m not the one who offered myself as a prize to my knight in shining armor,” Pansy said.

“No. You just turned into his pet once Draco dumped you,” Daphne said.

Instead of getting mad, Pansy purred: “Don’t knock it until you try it, Daphne.”

She started pulling on Harry’s pants. Unable to keep her horniness down, Daphne did the same thing. The two of them quickly had Harry’s pants and underpants around his ankles. They’d both seen his dick before—even had it inside of them—but they couldn’t help stopping and admiring it.

“So big…” Pansy said, leaning in.

“So thick…” Daphne moaned.

They licked Harry from opposite sides. Both of them turned their heads and put their lips around his shaft. Moving up and down, they made sure to slather him with a good amount of spit. Neither of the girls even tried to use their hands. They didn’t flinch when their tongues or lips would touch each other; they were just focused on sucking Harry’s manhood. 

Daphne focused on using the tip of her tongue, running it over Harry’s veins like a topographer studying a vast new landscape. Pansy was more straightforward. She slobbered on Harry and when she got the chance, put her lips over his tip, plunging her head down.

Daphne reluctantly moved her oral appreciation down to his balls, sucking them while Pansy deepthroated his dick.

“Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!”

“Such an eager pet,” Harry said.

Pansy’s thighs tightened as she experienced a burst of arousal. Daphne noticed it too. Like a dutiful helper, she put her hand on Pansy’s crotch and stuck her fingers under her panties. Daphne helped Pansy get off while she gagged on Harry’s dick. In return, Pansy gave the favor right back, touching Daphne’s pussy while the blond sucked Harry’s balls.

“Look how well you two get along,” Harry said. “I guess you have more in common than you realized.”

Not too long ago, they would’ve glared at him over such a suggestion. The two had a history of bad blood. Pansy, who had a complex about her pug nose, resented Daphne who had the appearance she longed for. It was worse when Pansy was chasing Draco, knowing the entire time that one word from Daphne would make him leave her. Pansy regularly sniped at Daphne during meals and classes for most of their time at Hogwarts, resulting in Daphne disliking her back.

Their relationship mellowed significantly after the war. Pansy saw the fate that Daphne almost met, being used as a pretty object raffled off to a much older man, and realized that her appearance was more than a blessing. When Draco moved on to Astoria, Daphne and Pansy were united in their dislike of that relationship. The two had reached a level of calm civility… until tonight, when their relationship was deepening over a shared love:

Worshiping Harry motherfucking Potter.

Speaking of things deepening, Pansy kept pushing her throat further, while both the girls had sunk their fingers into each other up to the knuckle. Pansy stopped shining Harry’s balls with her lips in order to watch Pansy push herself. She wore green lipstick that marked her progress, rings giving away how far she had gotten on her last attempt. Pansy beat her progress once, twice… and finally reached the base of Harry’s dick.

That was a new record for her, doing it without his hands pushing her. She pulled her lips back slowly, leaving spit behind all over the lipstick marks. 

Pansy coughed when her mouth was emptied, smiling at the same time.

“Impressive,” Daphne said.

“You ought to try,” Pansy said.

“Oh, I couldn’t manage that!” Daphne said. “I had lessons, but the props used were never remotely THAT size. I know my limits.”

Pansy pulled her fingers out of Daphne’s pussy and grabbed her wrist. “Just do your best! Harry is always willing to help out.”

Daphne's eyes got big. She realized what the implication was and looked nervously at Harry. Slowly, she put her lips where Pansy had started and sank down.

Daphne’s lessons had left noticeable effects. She was very good at relaxing her throat. She took six of Harry’s inches on her first attempt. That placed her between Cho Chang and Lavender Brown, still about two inches off of how much Fleur took. Yes, Harry kept a list in his head. He found it interesting to compare.

Daphne’s second attempt earned her another inch. After that, she stalled out for the next four attempts. Harry chose to step in.

His hands wrapped around her head. Daphne looked up at him. Pansy got behind her and put her arms around Daphne’s sides, going back to touching her cunt.

“Show her the light!” Pansy said.

“HuuuuuurrrrrrrRRRRRRRRKKKKKK!” Daphne gagged.

Consciousness almost abandoned her as her throat stretched. Tears leaked out of her eyes. Pansy’s fingers fiddled around inside of her, teasing her pussy while Harry stretched her throat. Harry’s grip relaxed, allowing Daphne to retreat, before he brought her back down.

“Hurk! Hurk! Hurk! Hurk!” Daphne gurgled.

Harry was relentless. Daphne was a strong enough girl to handle it. In truth, he could see that she was enjoying herself. There was no hiding the way her body was shaking. She’d already cum all over Pansy’s fingers.

“Isn’t it incredible?” Pansy whispered. “The first time he does it, a whole new world opens up. Like seeing light at the end of a train tunnel.”

Daphne’s fat tits were jiggling inside their tight bra from how hard Harry kept fucking her face. She was moving her hips on her own and trying to grind her pussy on Pansy’s fingers. Pansy turned her attention to Harry.

After the two of them fucked so many nights in the Astronomy Tower, she had gotten used to all of Harry’s facial queues. She could tell that he was about to cum, and addressed that.

“Give it all to her,” Pansy said.

Harry tilted his head while still thrusting Daphne’s face down. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve tasted you enough,” Pansy said. “Let her drink it up. She’s earned it.”

Smirking, Harry emptied his balls into Daphne’s esophagus.

The creamy load made the tears coming from her eyes multiply. She made a retching sound that was full of pleasure. She had no choice but to swallow Harry’s kids, given the way his dick was all the way down her throat.

“Guuuuuhhhhhh!” Daphne groaned as his load seeped into her.

Making sure to follow Pansy’s wishes, Harry grabbed the base of his dick and beat his tip against Daphne’s lower lip, knocking loose the last drops of cum into her awaiting mouth. 

Daphne was stunned by what she just experienced. Pansy jumped at the chance to get her pussy pounded first. She moved away from Daphne and pulled Harry down on top of her. He ripped through her lingerie, using brute force over precision. Pansy giggled as she was forcefully stripped and rolled into position. Harry got down behind her, both of them on their sides, and lifted one of her legs. He started fucking her from behind like that.

“So deep!” Pansy gasped.

Harry roughly groped her breasts. Since they weren’t as big as Daphne’s, he could easily pinch and punish her nipples. Pansy started mewling. Her pussy was wet from the start from all the masturbating she and Daphne had done to each other.

Daphne was watching. Harry could feel her eyes on them. She was seeing what would be done to her when he finished with Pansy and it excited her to no end. Daphne started swishing spit around inside her mouth, searching for extra dregs of leftover cum she could taste. She pushed her lingerie panties down and masturbated while watching.

“Do you want it?” Harry asked.

“Of course! Always!” Pansy wailed.

“Where do you want it?” Harry demanded.

“Inside! Always inside!” Pansy said.

Harry moved his fingers down to her pussy and abused her clit with the edge of his knuckle. His dick was pounding Pansy’s insides so hard they squelched. Although she was still tight, his dick had loosened her since they started doing this, opening her up to match the size of his monster cock.

“So brutal. So barbaric…” Daphne moaned as she masturbated.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Harry pounded Pansy. Her ass jiggled each time he slammed into her body. He listened to her moan and felt her start squirting on his dick. Usually, Harry would fuck her in one position after another until the Parkinson heir was reduced to an utter mess, but tonight they had company.

Harry rolled Pansy onto her stomach and mounted her from behind. He linked his fingers underneath her chin and pulled her face back. By crouching, he was able to deliver powerful thrusts that shook Pansy down to her core. Harry creampied her pussy, reminding Pansy again who owned it: the only man she’d ever felt inside her.

Harry stood up off of her and left Pansy laying flat. Daphne had climaxed while watching them. She stared at Harry’s dripping dick and was so aroused, a string of saliva dripped out of the corner of her mouth.

Before Harry could even move, Daphne got ready for him. 

She opened up her bra, her D cups falling into their natural shape. Daphne turned around, wearing only thigh-high stockings that had been part of her lingerie set, and lifted her ass. Her pussy was drooling the way that her mouth had been. 

Harry got down behind her and ran his hands over her soft skin. Daphne squeaked as she felt his touch.

“This is more fun when you’re sober,” he said.

“Just… do it already,” Daphne said.

“Why?” Harry asked. “Taking your time always makes things better.”

He stayed true to his theory by pushing his hips forward slowly and gently. It took him thirty seconds to bury all of his girth into the pretty blond. Daphne mewled each time another inch was added. When all of him reached her depths, she actually orgasmed, reacting to the very first thrust.

“Someone is pent up,” Harry said.

“What do you expect?” Daphne moaned. “You’re the only one who would dare to touch me.”

“Don’t lie,” Harry said. “I know you have suitors, pureblood heiress or not. You don’t want to let them touch you. Because you know they won’t compare to me.”

Daphne remained silent. He had hit the nail on the head.

Well, rather than remaining silent, she didn’t answer in words. She couldn’t do anything about the moans she was letting out.

“MmmmmmAH! Ah! Ahhhhh… Ah!” Slytherin’s princess moaned her lungs out for Harry as he clapped her cheeks. Holding her hips, he dragged her body against his own with each thrust. Daphne loved it, moaning even harder.

“Do it inside Harry!” she begged. “I deserve it! I need it!”

Her shoulder blades stuck out as she bent her back, leaving herself in the perfect position for Harry to violate. Pansy had rolled onto her side and was watching them and smiling. Wind blew in from the room’s open window and chilled Harry’s body, caressing the layer of sweat that had formed. Ultimately, he creampied the gorgeous Slytherin the way that she was begging for.

“What do we say, Daphne?” Pansy prompted her.

“Thank you…” Daphne moaned.

Her eyes widened as she felt Harry’s shape still inside of her and realized his dick hadn’t gone soft. She turned her head to look at Pansy, who nodded. Stamina was just one more area where Harry excelled.

The question was, by the time the two pretty purebloods climbed down from this tower… Would they be knocked up or not?

If not, it wouldn't be for lack of trying.