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An Odd Crush	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 192134 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Well hello there. I'm sure some of you were despairing about ever seeing this update again, and I'll be honest, so was I. I won't go into details, but the last couple of years have been some of the hardest of my life, so writing was very much on hold and only happened in my head. The silver lining to this is that I now have a much better plan for this story, and an ending in sight.
As always, I value reviews that are constructive and relevant, if you just want to bitch me out about how long it's taken then don't bother.
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Right now, Harry Potter was feeling a slight regret at the bargains he’d had to make to triple team his girlfriend with two extra versions of himself. He was having breakfast at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, and across the hall he could see Daphne Greengrass and Cora Vuillaume whispering together, occasionally looking his way though he did his best to not look at them directly. In fact he was studiously ignoring their glances so well whilst also trying to watch what they were doing that Ron had to poke him in the side.
“Earth to Harry, you there mate?”
Harry turned to his left. “What?” he asked.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last thirty seconds and you’ve been staring off into space like you’re trying to see the future.” He paused, a thought clearly striking him. “You weren’t, were you? Seeing the future?”
“Come on Ron, you know how useless Divination is,” he replied.
“Maybe he was just thinking about things he’d like in his future,” said Hermione from across the table, flicking a glance over her shoulder at the Slytherin table. Harry felt himself flush a little, but Ron just looked confused.
“Err, alright Hermione, sure. Anyway, I was trying to ask about the chaser try-outs. When do you want to have them?”
Harry groaned. They’d lost Katie Bell earlier in the year, to be replaced with Dean Thomas. When Ginny and Dean had broken up it had put a strain on the chasers, and then Alicia had been removed from the team by Professor McGonagall because she was struggling to keep up with her NEWT studies, and she said exams came before Quidditch.
“I’ve got the pitch booked for saturday afternoon for practice, we’ll spend an hour trying out people with Ginny to see if any of them work well.”
Ron lowered his voice. “What about Dean?”
Harry forced himself not to look down the table to where Dean was eating with Seamus and Neville. “I haven’t decided yet. I’m going to have a word with him and see if he can get over this thing with Ginny, because if he won’t pass to her then he’s as much use as a chocolate kettle.” Ron glanced down the table.
“Right. Well, better you than me,” he said cheerily, making Harry give him a baleful look.
“You do know I can resign the captaincy right? It wouldn’t take much convincing to have McGonagall appoint you as interim captain while I catch up on some homework.” Ron’s face became a mask of terror. “Right,” he said, pleased he’d made his point. “You just remember that.”
“We need to get to Potions,” said Hermione, interrupting them. “I know you’re Slughorn’s favourite and everything, but you should probably still pretend to care.”
“All right Hermione, we’re coming,” muttered Ron. He and Harry grabbed their bags and followed her out of the Great Hall. Harry kept a casual eye on the Slytherin table as they left, noting only that he could no longer see Daphne or Cora. Turning his head to get a better look, he walked right into someone.
“Argh!” came the high pitched scream as he tumbled right over Cora Vuillaume, coming to rest in a heap with her clutching onto his bag that she had apparently grabbed as support. He grumbled as he got to his feet, helping her up as well before turning to see Ron with a smirk on his face, just as he was eclipsed by the tall figure of Daphne Greengrass.
“Do you ever look where you’re going Potter?” she asked acidly. “Or do you just enjoy running over Slytherins who are smaller than you?” Her ice blue eyes bored into him, and Ron grinned even wider behind her back. Seeing him glance behind her, she turned around and glared at Ron. “I don’t know what you find so funny Weasley, I’m surprised you can even walk in a straight line. Maybe if the two of you got together you’d be able to move around like a normal person.”
“That or be twice as clumsy,” muttered Cora, who was rubbing her elbow. Ron’s amused look disappeared and he glared at both girls, but to Harry’s surprise he elected to say nothing.
“Well, er, sorry,” muttered Harry as both Slytherin girls turned their attention to him. Both girls simply looked at him in a supercilious fashion as they turned away without further comment.
“You sure they’re not trying to do you in?” Ron asked as they headed to potions themselves. “You know, Slytherins and all trying to take out the Gryffindor seeker?”
“I dunno Ron. I reckon even Slytherin can do better than two girls trying to trip me up in the hall.”
Ron laughed. “Probably right. But crikey, Greengrass is just a bit scary, don’t you think? She looks like the type who’d get a bit nasty.” Harry could only agree, he well remembered her actions after she felt he’d gone too far with Pansy.

It was not until lunchtime that Harry had a chance to investigate the piece of parchment that Cora had slipped into his bag as they’d been lying in a heap in the hallway. It simply read ‘Tonight, RR, 7pm’. Well, he’d promised both of them an evening of their choice in exchange for their help, so it wasn’t like he could complain about it. Not that he would, he mused. They were both great looking, and if their choice of reward was an evening spent having sex, he felt he could cope with that.

So it was that at 7pm he found himself at the room of requirement, walking back and forth asking for the room it had become for Cora. He pushed open the door, and walked into a cozy bedroom with a fire burning in a grate, and Cora sitting at a desk with her schoolbag open.
“Hi!” she said as he walked in.
“Hi,” he returned with a smile. “Nice stunt you pulled this morning. I always enjoy being berated by the Slytherin Ice Princess in front of my friends.”
Cora rolled her eyes. “Oh please, would you have preferred that I walk up and ask you on a date in front of them?” Harry considered this.
“Well, maybe not,” he answered, trying to imagine what would have happened if she’d done that.
“Didn’t think so.”
“So what did you have in mind for this evening?” he asked.
“Oh yes!” she said brightly, pulling stuff out of her bag in piles. “I thought you could do my homework for me. I’m a bit behind.” She dropped wedges of parchment onto the desk covered in half finished essays.
“You want me to do your homework for you?” Harry asked carefully, his heart sinking.
Cora blinked as if surprised. “Well you did say an evening doing anything we wanted you to, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah…” he trailed off.
“Well there it is. It’s only second year stuff, so it shouldn’t even take you that long. Obviously don’t write on the essays I’ve half done, just put something on a new piece of parchment and I’ll copy it out later so it doesn’t look totally suspicious.” She stood up, stretching.
“What are you going to do?” he asked as he sat down, resignedly looking at the pile of work in front of him.
“I’m going to RELAX,” she exclaimed, flopping backwards onto the bed with a huge sigh. Harry stared at her in astonishment, and then with a sigh of his own he turned to the pile in front of him. He sorted through it, deciding he would try and order it by subject, DADA first, then transfiguration, then charms followed by whatever was left. Sharpening a quill, he began a quick explanation of counter curses.
It wasn’t until he was well into the fourth essay for the young Slytherin that he heard a soft moan from behind him. There had been a lot of distracting sighs and grunts from the bed that he had pointedly ignored as he worked, but this was enough. He flung down the quill in exasperation. “What on earth are you do-“ he exclaimed as he turned, only to be brought up sharply by the sight in front of him. Cora was completely naked, her legs spread wide as she rubbed her bald pussy. She bit her lip and gently pinched a nipple as he watched her masturbate.
“You didn’t really think I just wanted you to do my homework, did you?” she asked with a languid smile.
“You…you…Slytherin!” he said. She giggled.
“Well yeah, I’m not going to say it wasn’t funny seeing the expression on your face,” she said. “But I think you’ve probably done enough. You can come over here and help me out with this if you like.” Without a word Harry stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, looking directly between the spread legs of the younger girl. She took her hand away to allow him to see her pink lips, glistening with her juices. Shrugging off his robes, he leaned over the bed, his legs hanging off as his mouth found Cora’s pussy. She moaned instantly as he placed a long lick from below her entrance right up over her clit. He was determined to tease her for tricking him, but unfortunately she had already brought herself almost to the edge and as his tongue flicked over her clitoris her body stiffened. “Oh SHIT!” she cried as her hips bucked upwards, her breath coming in gasps as her orgasm hit her. He backed off a bit as her moans subsided. “Fuck that was good,” she said loudly.
“Language,” Harry remonstrated. “Where did you learn words like that?” he asked with a smirk.
“Right,” she answered condescendingly, “Because you were totally unaware of swearing when you were twelve.” In answer, Harry only flicked his tongue over her clit again. “Ugh!” she moaned. “Steady Harry, it’s still really sensitive!”. Again, Harry licked her. “Ugh! Please!” she moaned, her back arching off the bed.
“You, Cora Vuillaume,” he said, punctuating each word with a gentle flick of his tongue, “Are going to find out,” again the licks between words, “What. happens. to. girls. who. are. teases.” By the time he finished the sentence, Cora had stopped pleading and was just mumbling incoherently. Harry licked steadily as she twisted on the bed, and it wasn’t long before she bucked upwards and wailed out a second orgasm. Only then did he stop and draw back. Cora let out a long breath before raising her head to look at him.
“That was insane,” she said. “It felt like my clit was on fire.” Harry grinned at her.
“Ready for round three?”
“Why are you still dressed?” she asked challengingly. He slid backwards onto the floor and got to his feet, disrobing as he looked at the naked girl in front of him. Her eyes glittered as he exposed his body, his cock finally springing free as he pushed his underwear down. Cora licked her lips as he climbed back onto the bed and moved on top of her, planting a kiss on her waiting lips. He was surprised at how tiny she seemed, and then remembered that last time they’d done this, he’d been de-aged to his former twelve year old self.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, suddenly conscious of how much bigger than her he was. “I’m a lot bigger than last time.”
“Yes,” she answered confidently. “I want this.”
“Okay,” he said. “Have you done the anti-pregnancy charm?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know it. It’ll be fine though, my period is due soon.”
Harry shook his own head in response. “If you’re not protected then I’m not going to cum in you.” She pouted.
“Come on Harry, it’s fine, really. I want to feel you shooting inside me.”
“Uh huh,” said Harry, knowing that wasn’t going to happen. “Maybe another time,” he told her, before silencing her protests with another kiss, his mouth and chin still coated in her juices. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers found her nipple, his hand trailing down her body to grip his dick and position it to enter her. He rubbed it across her entrance, her body twitching as the head of his cock slid across her clit a couple of times before he pushed gently into her. She gasped, breaking the kiss and clutching at him as he worked his way into her pussy. She felt unbelievably tight, and he was careful to take it as gently as he could, aware that her moans sounded a little pained. “You okay?” he asked, stopping his movement to let her adjust, though he was only just over halfway in.
She nodded, her face locked in a slight grimace. “You really are a lot bigger than last time,” she managed through slightly clenched teeth.
“We can stop if you need to,” he told her.
“Don’t you dare. Keep going, I’ll get used to it.” Kissing her again, he pulled out slightly before thrusting back into her, slowly working his cock deeper into the tightest embrace it had ever felt. When he felt himself bottom out inside her he stopped.
“That’s it, all the way in.” She moaned in response.
“It’s like being split in half,” she managed. “In a good way,” she added with a half smile, seeing his look of alarm. Nonetheless, Harry remained still for a couple of minutes before beginning to move inside her, sliding out an inch at a time before sliding back home. As Cora began to respond, he increased his movement, until before long he was fucking her with abandon, her moans and cries of pleasure increasing in volume as he pounded her.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she moaned as they fucked, and Harry felt her clutching pussy gripping his cock, but he didn’t slow his rhythm. He thrust through her orgasm, savouring the extra tightness that it brought as he slid in and out. He kept going even as her orgasm faded. “Oh fuuuuuck,” she moaned as she realised he wasn’t stopping. Harry held himself up on his elbows as he fucked the young girl underneath him, her body now almost boneless as she looked at him, her mouth hanging open as her breath came in gasps. His own orgasm was no fast approaching, and he lifted himself up onto his hands, holding himself up with his left arm as his right grabbed his cock when he pulled out of Cora’s pussy. She moaned again at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but Harry stroked himself a couple of times before grunting as his balls tightened and he sprayed his cum onto the girl beneath him. He watched as the first spurt hit her chin, draping itself onto her throat. The second spurt went even further, landing on her forehead and falling across her face. Another made it just as far, leaving a line of sticky white fluid across her nose and mouth before more cum landed on her throat and chest, her small budding breasts and taut belly getting covered in lines of his spunk. He let go of his cock as his orgasm turned to dribbles, and looked at Cora, both of them panting with pleasure and exertion.
“That was epic,” Cora muttered. Harry flopped down on his back beside her.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m pretty happy with how that turned out.” He looked over at her as she wiped up some of his cum with a finger. “Want me to get that for you?” he asked, reaching for his wand. She held his gaze as she brought her finger to her lips and sucked the cum off it.
“I’m not done with it yet,” she answered with a quirk of her eyebrows.
“Dirty,” he teased her as she swallowed down more of his spunk. She just unselfconsciously continued to scoop up his spunk and suck it from her fingers, before finally just rubbing what was left into her skin. “Finished?” he asked.
“For now,” she answered, before swinging a leg over his body and rolling herself on top of him. She lowered her head to kiss him, her hands finding his and holding them above his head, pinning him down. He grinned through the kiss. “Something funny?” she asked.
“Just you,” he answered. “Holding me down like you’re in charge.”
“I bet you like it when the girl is in charge,” she said, rolling her hips to grind her pussy over his cock, which slid between her pussy lips.
“Sometimes,” he agreed, which produced a wicked grin from her. Before he knew what was happening, she had produced her wand and uttered a spell.
“Collomanibus!”
“What the…” he said. He made a grab for her wand, but found that his hands were firmly stuck to the headboard. “Let me go!” he demanded.
Cora shook her head, sliding backwards down the bed. “Nope,” he said as she knelt between his legs. She took hold of his cock, stroking it very gently. “You’re going to find out what happens to boys who are teases, Harry Potter.” Harry watched as she placed a lick on the head of his penis that was still somewhat soft but stiffening rapidly. He was a little annoyed at having been tricked into this position somewhat, but as his cock disappeared into Cora’s mouth his annoyance disappeared. As he watched her, he felt slightly bewildered that he was so turned on by such a young girl. Surely he shouldn’t be attracted to a twelve year old? On the other hand, there was only four years between them, it wasn’t such a difference. And she was definitely doing a good job on his cock…his thoughts trailed off as a surge of pleasure made him moan, and he pulled ineffectually at his hands, wanting to caress her head and slide his fingers through her hair while she sucked him. He started to thrust his hips upwards slightly as the sensations got more and more intense, only for Cora to slide her lips off his rod with a pop, letting it slap into his belly.
“I think you were starting to enjoy that a bit too much,” she chastised.
“Tease,” he muttered. She smiled.
“Well that was the idea. You’ve been a good boy though,” she said as she swung her legs over his again, pulling herself up the bed to hover over his cock. She gripped it and aimed it her slit. “And good boys deserve rewards,” she finished as she slid down on him. Despite her earlier stretching she still didn’t manage to take him all in one go, and worked her way down in several goes until he was fully buried inside her. Harry wanted desperately to slide his hands over her hips and up her body to play with her nipples, but could only watch as she pleasured herself on him, one hand rubbing her clit while the other squeezed a nipple, all the while rising and falling steadily on his throbbing cock. Her mouth went wide and her eyes squeezed shut abruptly as she froze, slamming herself down on him as she came, each breath producing a cry of pleasure as she fell forward onto his chest, her pussy clutching at him as she resumed a slight thrusting motion with her hips, taking Harry over the edge.
“Oh shit, Cora get off me!” he managed to say, but it was too late, and Cora was in no state to pay attention. He was super aware of every spurt of cum that shot from his dick, his dick that was being squeezed so incredibly by this hot, wet, unprotected pussy. His efforts to stop himself from cumming only seemed to make it more intense as he filled her with spunk. As it trailed off, he gasped for a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.
“God fucking damnit,” he muttered as he lay there, Cora slumped on his chest and panting. He tried to reach forward to roll her off, only to be pulled up short by the sticking charm on his hands again. “Cora, can you take this bloody charm off my hands?” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice, not entirely successfully.
“Uh?” she managed. Harry managed to shrug one shoulder in an effort to jostle her head a little and making her look up at him. “Wha?”
“The sticking charm please?”
“Oh…yeah,” she mumbled, grabbing her wand. “Finite,” she said. Harry pulled at his hands, but they remained stuck.
“Nope,” he said. She tried again. Nothing.
“What kind of charm did you use?” he demanded.
“Nothing special!” she insisted, a panicked note to her voice. “Just a normal sticking charm, specific to your hands!” Harry forced himself to calm down. Getting angry at her wasn’t going to help.
“Have you used it before?” She shook her head.
“I’m so sorry Harry, I can fix it, I promise!” She began hurling every ending spell she knew at Harry’s stuck hands, breaking down in tears when nothing worked. Harry tried to soothe her as best he could without the use of his hands.
“Cora. Cora, it’s okay, but here’s what I need you to do. Just listen, okay?” The calmness of Harry’s voice obviously got through to her, as she managed to get her sobbing under control, though tears continued to roll down her cheeks. “You’re going to have to go and get Pansy, or Daphne. Whichever of them you can find, and they should be able to sort this out. Okay?”
Cora nodded. “Okay,” she sniffled, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She lifted herself off his body, cum flooding from her pussy as she did so to splat onto Harry’s crotch. “Sorry!” she said frantically, looking round for some tissues to wipe it up.
“Don’t worry about it, just go and get someone,” he urged her. He watched as she threw on her skirt, shirt and robe, leaving everything else on the floor and hurrying out of the door.
“I’ll be right back!” she called as she left. He sighed as he slumped back onto the bed. Young bloody girls and their super clever bloody ideas, he thought. Hopefully one of the older girls would be able to perform the anti pregnancy charm and there wouldn’t be any risk of Cora knocking herself up. What on earth had possessed her? He lay there as he waited, hoping she’d be back soon.
It was probably fifteen minutes or so before the door opened again, and Cora came in followed by Daphne Greengrass. He blushed slightly at the smirk on her face.
“Well this looks a little compromising, Mr Potter,” she said.
“Oh shut it,” he muttered. “Are you going to help or what?” She pulled out her wand as she strolled over, her eyes roving over his body as she did so. Spotting the cum that had pooled above his crotch, she dragged a finger through it before bringing to her mouth, making a face as she tasted it.
“Gone cold. Oh well, lets have a look at you.” She began tapping his hands with her wand, muttering under her breath. Finally she sat back. “Yes, I can fix it.”
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Well go on then,” he prompted, when she didn’t seem to be doing anything. She tilted her head a little.
“Well, a favour of this size is going to require some form of payment…” she said.
“Oh for fucks sake,” he muttered. “What do you want?”
“Oh, nothing much,” she answered with a devilish smile. “After all, you’re already so conveniently laid out for me.” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he told her. “But first can you please cast the anti pregnancy charm on Cora? She didn’t know it, and then thought it would be a brilliant idea to fuck me like this.”
Daphne turned to Cora with a raised eyebrow.
“Um, yeah, I did that…but my period is next week, I should be safe anyway,” she explained, looking sheepish.
“Idiot girl,” snapped Daphne, casting the charm. “Learn it before you do this again.” She turned away, leaving the younger girl thoroughly abashed. Without any further hesitation, she began to disrobe herself, dropping her clothes onto the floor until she was completely naked by the side of the bed. “Scougify,” she said, pointing her wand at the bodily fluids that still adorned Harry’s skin.
“And you want an audience?” Harry asked, nodding his head at Cora who was still hovering nervously, obviously unsure if her presence was wanted or not.
“She can watch if she wants,” Daphne answered. “She may learn something.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling Harry’s chest and walking her knees up until her pink slit was directly over his face. “Go for it then Potter,” she challenged him as she looked down at him. “Make me scream.” Not breaking eye contact, Harry placed a long lick on her pussy that made her shudder. If that was what she wanted, he was happy to give it to her. Harry teased her clit with his tongue, alternating motion, speed and anything else he could think of. She growled when he stuck his tongue as deeply as he could into her cunt and dragged it up and across her clit, turning the growl into a gasp.
“Again!” she demanded, and Harry happily complied, watching as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open in a wide ‘O’ as her hands grabbed the headboard of the bed. “Ahhh!” she cried, only prompting Harry to continue his onslaught on her clit, even as she pressed her pussy harder onto his face. Finally she let out a wail as her hips bucked, fluid gushing from her pussy and onto his face. Panting, Daphne slid herself backwards as Harry sucked in a breath, his face still shiny with her juices. Looking him in the eye again she grabbed his cock and held it upright, sinking down on it slowly. Harry could feel how wet she was as she inched lower, their eyes locked even as she reached bottom and then slowly slid back up until only the head of his cock was inside her. With only a slight lift of her eyebrows as warning, she dropped back down, slamming their bald crotches together again and raising a grunt from Harry. She continued this for a minute before reversing it, rising up quickly and then sliding back down on him torturously slowly.
“I’m going to get you back for this,” said Harry through gritted teeth.
“Oh? Aren’t you enjoying it?” she asked archly.
“Too much teasing, not enough fucking,” he answered.
“What are you going to do to me when you get your chance then?”
“I’m going to bend you over and fuck your arse so hard you won’t sit down for a week,” he told her.
“Mm, that sounds like fun,” she said with a smirk.
“I mean it,” he said.
“I’m sure you do. But what if I beat you to it?” she asked, lifting herself clear of his cock entirely and letting it slap down against his belly. Grabbing it again, she slipped it between her arse cheeks. Gently, she brought her weight down and brought Harry’s dick into her anus. Harry groaned, it felt incredibly tight in this position, and Daphne was only using her own juices as lube, so she was taking it very slowly. Now that he was firmly inside her, she leaned back using one arm for support and allowing him a great view of his own cock disappearing into her arse. Her other hand played with her clit and her head lolled back on her shoulders. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she brought herself forward again, leaning over him so her nipples were brushing his chest.
“Do you like this?” she asked softly.
“Yes,” he answered, a soft groan escaping him as she gyrated her hips a little.
“How much do you like it?” she asked, moving again.
Harry could feel her breath on his lips she was so close. “Very much,” he managed.
“Tell me how good it feels, and I’ll give you a treat.”
“It’s fucking brilliant,” he admitted, wondering what she had in store now. She smiled, and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth before sitting back up, taking his whole length inside her arse again. She looked over to her left, and Harry followed her gaze to see Cora masturbating, her skirt bunched up around her waist.
“Take your clothes off and get over here,” she ordered, making Cora jump slightly at being addressed when she wasn’t expecting it. She did as she was told, and Daphne arranged her on all fours on the bed on Harry’s right hand side, her weight on her elbows. Slowly Daphne began to move up and down on Harry’s cock, and he revelled in the feelings being sent to his brain. He saw her pick up her wand and cast a spell on Cora’s rump that made the younger girl jump a little, and Harry caught her eye before returning his gaze to the auburn haired beauty currently riding him. He watched as she slid a finger into her pussy, bringing out shiny with juices. She stroked between Cora’s legs for a moment, and Cora closed her eyes before letting out a surprised squeak, her eyes shooting open as she tried to scuttle forward, but Daphne was ready and grabbed her leg with her other hand.
“Uh uh,” she scolded. “This is your punishment for being so stupid. Be grateful it’s just my finger I stuck in your butt, I have bigger stuff.”
Harry saw the younger girl try to relax and get used to the sensations as Daphne’s finger gently probed her rectum. He watched as Daphne finger fucked her, enjoying the feeling of his cock being massaged by Daphne’s own arse as she slowly fucked herself on him. Cora let out a breath as Daphne took her finger out, and Harry watched as Daphne now slid two fingers into her cunt, lubing them up. She looked Harry in the eye and held up both fingers with a wicked look, winking at him as she slid one finger back into Cora before adding the second and getting another surprised yelp as she stretched the young girls arsehole even further.
“How do you like it, my little anal slut?” asked Daphne. Cora shook her head, moaning a little. “Really? Your cunt is calling you a liar,” she mocked her, and Harry guessed that she had added a finger to Cora’s pussy from the moans that were escaping her lips. He watched as Cora tried to deal with the double invasion, her eyes half closed and her mouth open, various expressions crossing her face. He looked back at Daphne as she began riding him in earnest, her right hand now frantically rubbing her clit, her own expression showing how much she was enjoying herself. Harry was getting close himself, and he gritted his teeth as he looked at the debauched expressions in front of him.
“Ohhhh I’m cumming!” shouted Daphne. She slammed three fingers into her pussy as she dropped herself fully onto Harry’s cock, rocking herself back and forth as she came, the contractions of her anus setting off Harry’s, and he thrust his hips upwards as he began shooting spunk into her bowels. The moans of all three filled the room as Cora caught up with them, she had been rubbing her own clit while Daphne fingered her, finally cumming with two of Daphne’s fingers in her arse and one in her pussy.
Slowly, Daphne lifted herself up, Harry's cock sliding out of her anus and leaving a gaping hole that spilled cum onto the bed before it slowly closed up again. She flopped backwards, leaving Harry a clear view of between her legs as her arsehole returned to it’s normal size, the pink rosebud winking a little as it squeezed globs of cum out onto the bed.
“Could someone please let me out now?” he asked as the girls lay there catching their breath. Daphne’s arm groped blindly at her side to grab her wand, that she pointed without looking up.
“Collofinite,” she said before her arm flopped back down.
Harry felt his arms drop down and he groaned. He brought them back down to his sides slowly, his muscles protesting a little after having been stuck in one position for so long. Slowly he pushed himself back up into a sitting position and surveyed the naked flesh in front of him. “Okay, thanks girls, but I think I’m going to head off to bed now,” he told them, his crotch feeling slightly abused. He slid off the bed gingerly, looking back as the girls began to pull themselves together.
“I look forward to my turn,” said Daphne with a languid smile as he pulled on his clothes, making him roll his eyes as he pulled on his clothes.
“Some people might say you were taking advantage,” he said somewhat sourly.
“Slytherin,” she reminded him happily, stretching luxuriously and drawing his attention to her breasts again. Too bloody true, thought Harry as he left the two girls to get dressed. The evening really hadn’t turned out quite as he expected, but other than the unexpected problem of being stuck to the bed, he had to admit he had rather enjoyed it. He wasn’t quite as keen on giving up control like that to anyone but Pansy, but he was glad that neither of the girls had really taken advantage as much as they could have. He made it back to the common room by 10pm, thankfully Hermione wasn’t there as he was sure she would have had some questions about where he had been, and Ron appeared to be buried under piles of parchment as he got on with some homework. Waving to a couple of others, he made his way upstairs to his dorm room. Sleep, he thought to himself tiredly. Wonderful sleep!
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It wasn’t until after dinner the next day that Harry actually managed to see Pansy, and he made sure to time his exit from the great hall to leave at the same time, following her out. He managed to catch her eye and with a gesture of his head suggested that she follow him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as she made her excuses to Tracey Davis and made her way after him. Harry led them to one of the towers, and Pansy closed the door as she followed him in.
“Hi,” he said with a smile as he folded her into his arms for a deep kiss.
“Hi,” she returned happily, looking at him with a beaming smile of her own. They kissed again before Pansy looked up at him with a smirk. “I heard you had an interesting evening last night,” she commented.
“Rather,” he agreed somewhat dryly. “Did they tell you everything?”
“Pretty much,” she said with a smile. He rolled his eyes dramatically and she giggled.
“And I still apparently owe Daphne her ‘favour’ too,” he added, prompting another giggle from his girlfriend.
“Ah, the perils of making bargains with Slytherins,” she teased him.
“Very true,” he agreed. “You are a slippery bunch.”
“Would you like to feel how slippery I am right now?” she asked breathily, leaning in close to him and running her hand over his crotch.
“Oh yes,” he said, pulling her close and kissing her, his fingers pulling her skirt up so he could run his hands over the bare skin of her bum. He broke off the kiss and looked around, there was no furniture in the room so he pulled Pansy over to the deep stone windowsill, sitting on it and looking over his shoulder to see the castle grounds below him, a few students wandering around outside. He sat, and Pansy pushed him against the glass as she climbed on top of him, reaching between them to release his cock from his trousers and rubbing it against her bare pussy, Harry feeling her wetness as she ground herself against him.
“What, no foreplay?” he asked teasingly.
“Fuck foreplay,” she answered shortly. “I just want your cock in me.”
“You’re a dirty slut Parkinson. Your cunt is dripping.”
“That’s because I’m a horny dirty slut,” she answered, lowering herself onto him and sinking down on his length, quickly taking his whole member inside her body. Both teenagers groaned as they began to fuck, Pansy slowly riding him as his thumb rubbed against her clit.
“Like that?”
“Mmm hmm,” she answered. She unbuttoned her shirt as she rode him, unclipping a front fastening bra and releasing her tits for him. “Like this?” she asked in return as she pinched her nipples in front of him.
“Mmm hmm,” he answered with a smile, reaching up to squeeze her large breasts with his hands.
“Uhhh,” she moaned as she rode him faster, groaning as his thick member filled her. Harry grunted he felt his cock being squeezed by Pansy’s pussy, listening to her breath coming in gasps as they fucked on the windowsill high above the castle grounds.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as his orgasm raced up his penis, spurting hot cum into his Slytherin girlfriend. She looked at him as he came, a feral look on her face as she continued to slide herself up and down on his pole and he managed to continue rubbing her clit with his thumb. With a wordless cry of her own she came, burying her face into his neck to muffle cries of pleasure as she slowly sank back down on him, her body twitching slightly as she did so.
“Ahh that was so good,” she muttered as his thumb retreated from her pink slit, his other hand releasing the breast he had been massaging.
“Damn straight,” he agreed with a smile. She kissed him tenderly as she rocked her hips, and Harry groaned again at the feeling of his now overly sensitive cock moving inside her.
“So can I make an appointment with you for Saturday?” she asked. “I know your schedule is full of hot girls, so I want to get in early.”
“I think I’m free on Saturday,” he said with a teasing grin.
“You think?” she asked pointedly, rolling her hips and squeezing her pussy around him, his dick still super sensitive and making him gasp.
“Definitely!” he yelped.
“Good,” she smiled. “I’ve got some new stuff I want to try out.”
“Does it involve sticking anything in my arse?” he asked warily, getting a look of innocence in return.
“Oddly no, but if you’d like me to-“
“No! No, that’s fine, we can try the stuff you had planned,” he interrupted her, making her smile. She lifted herself off him with a small groan of her own, fastening up her clothes.
“Think I can make it back to my dorm without anyone noticing I’ve got spunk running down my legs?”
“Why don’t you tell me on Saturday?” he asked. “I’ll be very curious to find out.” He pulled her into a kiss, poking her in the belly with his still semi hard cock and making her giggle.
“Put it away before I find another use for it,” she said,stepping back.
“It’s not bothering me. Why don’t you put it away if you’re so distracted by it?” Pansy stepped closer with a look of amusement on her face, and gently tucked him back into his trousers, zipping them up carefully before stepping back.
“There. Now maybe you can wait here for five minutes while I head off. Use the time to think about all the depraved things you want to do to me on Saturday,” she purred before turning on her heel and flashing him a saucy grin as she left.
Harry slumped back onto the windowsill with a sigh. These girls were going to be the death of him. Though it was probably a better way to go than what Voldemort would like for him. He looked out over the castle grounds, thinking about the school year. They were well into April now, and nothing absolutely terrible had happened, which was a bit of a surprise. He realised that he’d actually stopped waiting for it to happen as well, which was another surprise. Maybe this was what it was like to be halfway normal? Well, maybe the sex wasn’t normal, but he wouldn’t know, maybe Ron and Lavender had been fucking like bunnies as well and Ron just hadn’t admitted to it. Harry had been a bit to preoccupied with not knowing details on that one, if he was honest. He looked at his watch, and realised with a start that he’d been sitting here for almost quarter of an hour. He stood up and headed down the corridor, making his way back to Gryffindor tower before anyone started wondering where he was.
He was halfway there when he was grabbed and pulled sideways into a pitch black room. He had his wand out in a split second but his opponent was faster, pushing him against the wall and sticking his whole body flat against it with a spell. It took him another fraction of a second to put two and two together.
“Oh for fucks sake, again?” he asked, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer. Instead a hand brushed gently against his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Look, this is all very flattering and everything, but I have a girlfriend. I’m not interested.” The girl paid no attention to him and simply undid his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles along with his boxers. He heard a rustle of cloth and then naked flesh pressed against him, he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest, and she grabbed his penis and rubbed it against her own hairless vagina. Despite himself he was hardening in her hand as she stroked him. “Will you stop!” he said emphatically. The girl paused, and pressed her nose against his. “Look, just stop,” he said again. She shook her head.
He wanted to shout and scream as the girl dropped to her knees in front of him and kissed the head of his cock, sliding her lips over it and rolling her tongue around him, his hardness betraying him. He stayed silent as she sucked him, but before long she was pulling away. Now what? Was she disappointed he hadn’t cum already? He felt bare flesh against his body again, but realised it was her bum that was pressing against him, her back against his chest as her hands stroked his hips and down his thighs. She slid a hand between them and grabbed his cock, placing it between her thighs and rubbing it against her bald pussy. He heard her take a deep breath, and then her back disappeared as she bent over, moving into position to take him inside her. He raged silently, not wanting to give whoever it was the satisfaction of knowing how angry she was making him, since that had to be the point of all this. He heard her gasp a little as she pushed back at him, though from what he could tell she felt plenty wet enough. She seemed to be struggling a little as she pressed herself backwards onto his cock, and every little movement seemed to bring a pained noise from her.
“The first time always hurts,” he said a little coldly as the girl rested with him about halfway inside her, making an educated guess as to the girls experience. “Not sure if doggy was the best position for a virgin either,” he taunted. As if gaining determination from his words, she pushed back again silently, easing herself onto him until he was fully sheathed inside her. She was extremely tight, almost up there with Cora, and she held herself still for almost a full minute before beginning to move again, slowly increasing the range of motion until half his cock would slide out of her before she pushed back onto him again. It hadn’t been that long since he had cum inside Pansy, but still he felt his orgasm rising after several minutes of sustained fucking. The girl was panting now, and he wondered if she’d expected him to cum a lot sooner than this. He gritted his teeth, he was determined not to show any enjoyment. The girl moaned in front of him, and he realised she was playing with herself as she fucked him. He couldn’t help himself, and a small grunt escaped his lips as he finally exploded inside her, his hips thrusting forward slightly in an involuntary motion as he ejaculated into his third ever virgin cunt. He heard her gasping a little bit as well, and felt the squeezing of her vagina around his cock as she followed suit, cumming on him. He realised he was breathing heavily, and tried to relax as the girl slowly moved forward, moaning again his he slipped out of her. He didn’t react when she kissed his cheek, or when she dressed him again. He heard her getting dressed as well, and before she left, spoke up.
“Don’t do this again,” he warned her tersely. “I’m spoken for, and next time I won’t hold back.”
There was silence, as if his words were being considered, and then the door opened for her to slip out. He hoped she’d taken him seriously, as he’d meant it. The last couple of days had helped him realise where his affections really lay. Daphne was a great fuck, and Cora was a novelty, but he really liked Pansy. No one was going to get in the way of that.
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