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Harry's Wandering Eye	By : JustAWhat Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 30875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The author does not own Harry Potter, nor make any money off this story. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual events is coincidental. It is fantasy only; the author does not condone any illegal/immoral actions in real life.

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Warnings: Heterosexual sex, Infidelity
Summary: She often wondered if Harry went home and thought about her while he was screwing his wife [Harry/Daphne]

Finally
Harry Potter winked at Daphne Greengrass from across the ballroom floor. They had played this game many times before at Ministry and High Society events. He was married, but they flirted anyway. In fact, it was always him who initiated it, who pushed it. Not that she ever stopped him. She shamelessly flirted back, wanting to see how far he was willing to go. Their conversations bordered on the obscene, but they never acted on any of their impulses.
At the end of the night, it was the same kiss on the cheek, the same hug goodbye. She often wondered if Harry went home and thought about her while he was screwing his wife, Ginny. She always dismissed the thought. Harry was never serious. The things he said were just for play, to get a rise out of her. And it worked. Daphne, on the other hand, often meant what she said. Married or no, Harry Potter was the sexiest wizard she had ever encountered. The Slytherin in her hated that she lusted so much after the Gryffindor Hero, but the woman in her reveled in it.
She was clever to disguise her feelings in plenty of innuendo and jokes, but the truth was always there, underneath. She wanted him. Not for dinner or a courtship, but to shag her. She didn't care that he was married; she didn't want him that way. No, she wanted to know what it felt like to have Harry inside her, to feel his mouth on her body.
He walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulder. A shudder went through her, the way it always did. It was amazing how such an inconsequential touch could have such a profound effect on her. He looked at her and gave her a peck on the cheek and a pat on the behind and walked to the open bar. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself, and watched him walk away again.
They hadn't talked much tonight, even though his wife wasn’t attending because it was a Ministry employees only even. He just kept coming by and discreetly touching her, more and more each time. She waited for these moments all night. She would watch in anticipation when she saw Harry start to walk towards her, hoping and waiting for him to give her some crumb of affection. But, the end of the night was fast approaching. Soon it would be the same good-bye and the same frustrating ride home. But this time when Harry approached her, he asked her if she would like a ride home in his muggle automobile.
Daphne usually went home via floo, but tonight she didn't hesitate to accept. She didn't think anything would actually happen, but she wanted to spend just a little more time with him, before she said goodbye.
The ride started out uneventful, some small talk, a few laughs. But, then when he stopped in front of her modest house, the tension in the car became unbearable. She found enough courage to invite him in, and Harry didn't say anything. He just smiled and turned off the car. She felt his eyes on her as she had more than a little trouble unlocking the door. He pulled his wand out and performed the unlocking spell for her. She finally pushed the door open and she took of her cloak. But, before she had finished putting it on the hook, he grabbed her and pressed her up against the closed door.
Harry looked at her with that crooked grin that had always been innocent up till now. He leaned in closer, and she waited. But he didn't do anything, not at first. She wanted him to kiss her so badly, but he wouldn't give in to her. Daphne tried to lean towards him, but he had her pinned back. He leaned in just close enough to gently brush his lips against hers, just enough to drive her crazy and leave her wanting more.
He teased her for a few more seconds before asking "What do you want?"
"You know what I want," Daphne panted.
"Yeah, I do, but I want to hear you say it."
She hesitated for a second, trying once more to get him to kiss her, before she replied, "I want you to fuck me." She was practically whimpering when she added, "Please fuck me."
He paused for one more infuriating second before he finally kissed her. She could barely stand, her knees threatening to give out as Harry explored her mouth with his tongue. She could hardly breathe when he released her mouth in order to kiss her neck. He slid his tongue up to Daphne’s ear and sucked gently on her lobe before kissing back down to her collarbone. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted.
She decided to return the favour by gently nibbling on Harry’s neck, careful not to make any marks - after this he would have to go home to his wife. He lifted his head and kissed her again, this time sucking and biting her lower lip, pulling her into him. His hands reached under her dress robes and he started running his thumbs over her nipples. She moaned into his mouth as he pushed the fabric of her bra aside and continued making small circles.
Harry unhooked the front clasp of Daphne’s bra, and covered her breasts with his palms. He kneaded them gently and then went back to using his thumbs. He bit into her neck and pinched her nipples at the same time and made her cry out in pleasure and pain. He looked at her and smiled, that knowing smile that killed her. He slowly pulled her robes off, and lowered his head and put her nipple in his mouth. The heat singed her, and he sucked hard making her cry out and pull his hair. He didn't let go, keeping her in his mouth, rolling his tongue over her nipple again and again. He switched to the other side, this time gently using his teeth. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
He stopped and stood up, pulling off his own shirt. Now it was her turn. She sucked and gently bit Harry’s left nipple, knowing that it was his weakness. He moaned in gratitude but soon took control back. He grabbed her, pulling her close to him and said, "Which one is the bedroom?"
She weakly said, "Second on the right."
They walked slowly down the hall, and when they arrived at the bedroom door, Harry pulled her close, kissing her roughly before leading her towards the bed. She stood in front of the bed and he dropped to his knees. He slid her panties down to the floor and Daphne stepped out of them unsteadily. He started to tease her, running his fingers over her already wet lips, feeling her warmth. He pushed her back onto the bed and she put her legs over his shoulders. He started slowly, gently kissing her inner thighs. Before he got to her cunt, her looked up at her one more time and smiled.
He took her clit between his lips and sucked as he put a finger inside her. One finger became two and his mouth made slow circles over Daphne’s clit. She rocked her hips up to meet his tongue strokes. Her heels were digging into his back, as his tongue and fingers were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to let him go on, let him eat her out all night. But, she needed him inside her and barely found the voice to beg him one more time to fuck her, in between gasping breaths.
Harry stood to take his trousers off, but she sat up and stopped him, putting her hands on his belt and quickly went to work on getting his trousers open. She stuck her hand down the front of his pants and felt his hard dick. Bigger - much bigger than she had even hoped. She stroked him for a few seconds, but he didn't let her tease him for long. He pulled his boxers the rest of the way down.
He twined his fingers into her hair, roughly pulling her mouth down onto his dick, and she started to suck him, trying to take as much of him in her mouth as she could. She teased the tip with her tongue, making his knees buckle slightly. He loosened his grip on her, and she ran her hand down the length of his shaft, while circling the head with her mouth.
Harry grasped her shoulders, pushed her back onto the bed, and climbed on top of her, pushing her legs open with his knees. Time seemed to stop in the seconds before he entered her. His pace was deliberate, just to remind her that he was in control. He slid inside her so slowly, taking his time to let her feel every inch. He had her arms pinned against the bed, and he was sucking and biting at her neck. She was unraveling. She wanted to touch him, but he held her there and just shagged her, hard and slow.
He gave her that half smile, and started fucking her faster, holding her gaze, not letting her look away. He released her arms and grabbed her under her arse, pushing her legs up. Daphne locked them tight, high around his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him slide even deeper inside her.
Harry kissed her and said, "Tell me again, Daphne; tell me how much you want me."
She happily complied, rambling, frantic with pleasure and need. She was begging by this point, begging for him to fuck her harder, deeper. She felt her body start to tighten when he started moving into her more slowly.
"Come," Harry breathed into her ear. "I want to feel you come."
She moaned at the sound of his voice. Her body began to shake as her pleasure grew and grew until it ripped through her. She cried out, moaning and holding onto him for dear life as she came. With ever stroke she felt herself tighten around him, his hands still digging into her arse, refusing to let her go. Just as she was settling into another wave of her orgasm, she felt him let go and then he was coming, moaning her name into her ear.
“Oh, Merlin, fuck…Daphne, yeah…that’s it, baby.”
An eternity later, they were still moving together, just barely. Their legs and arms still entwined, Harry’s cock still inside her. Eventually exhaustion led them to untangle, pull apart reluctantly and lay in the bed, a sweaty heap of limbs and heavy breathing.
"I guess I should clean up and go home. Ginny will wonder where I am." She didn't reply, as she didn't expect him to stay. After laying there for a while longer, she saw Harry reach into his trousers for a mirror.
"You’re going to mirror call your wife from my bed? Merlin, you are sick." She laughed and playfully threw his arm off of hers.
He motioned for her to keep quiet as he pulled the mirror close so only his face would show, without letting his wife see what was around him or that he was naked. "Ginny Potter…Hey, love, it's me. Yeah, I'm having some car trouble, I'm just waiting for the mechanics to come tow me… No, I’ve had a bit too much to drink and I don’t want to risk apparating all the way home. Oliver’s place isn’t too far. I'm just going to crash there. He was going to catch me up early tomorrow anyway for the Puddlemere match." She stared at Harry as she listened to his side of the conversation, in awe of his ability to spin such great lies. "Yeah, I'll mirror call you tomorrow morning. I love you, too."
He turned to her after he put away the mirror and said, "So, if I remember right, you said you always like it when a guy spends the night so you can shag more than once, right?"
Daphne smiled and said, "You remember that, huh? Still, it's awfully presumptuous of you."
Harry laughed and said, "Well, I figured if this is going to be a one shot deal, we're defiantly going to need to do that at least one more time." He leaned over and kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips. His fingers trailed over her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples into peaks.
"You don't waste any time, do you?"
"Well, I have to be to Oliver's by five tomorrow morning, so I figured we better get going."
Daphne rolled Harry Potter – Boy-Who-Lived, Defeater of Voldemort, Head Auror, married man and the sexiest wizard alive, hands down - onto his back and straddled him. "I guess you’re right"
‘Eat your heart out, Ginny Potter,’ Daphne thought fleetingly. ‘I finally have your wizard’s cock between my thighs, all while you’re waiting at home like the good little wifey and mother to his brats.’
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