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Unparallel Gnawing	By : Rago_Dragovian Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11355 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Oi, are you alright?" asked Harry, after closing the door of the Room of Requirement behind himself for the next nightly frolicking with Delphini. "What happened in potions class yesterday was awful. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Delphini had turned towards him in her red dress with a light in her eyes, but it soon dimmed to Harry's chagrin. His topic of conversation had clearly dampened her mood. Oh bloody hell . . .
" . . . I'll be alright. Thanks for your concern," said Delphini quickly, she grimaced clearly recalling the events of the day prior. "But, we're not here to talk about that. Let's make up for the weeks that we missed. I'm sure you've been thinking over what you want today, right?"
Should I . . .? thought Harry, he placed his schoolbag down on the ground, kneeled down, and opened it up. Harry glanced at a frowning Delphini before he worked up the courage to take her set of notes out of his bag. Delphini's eyes widened when spotting the neatly compiled sets of parchment entwined together. Harry rose to his feet and moved the stack to her as if to hand it over. Well, I guess I should just ask . . .
"Er . . . I noticed you tossed this on the ground before you left class yesterday. I took a look at it and it seems really detailed. You must have put a lot of effort into attempting this new potion." said Harry trying to smile. Delphini's expression went blank and she just stared at him. Harry forced himself to continue despite the nervousness creeping within him. "So, did you maybe want this back? Or, if you like, I could help you with this?"
"I don't ever, ever want to see it again," said Delphini with a hollow expression, she seemed to be holding back a torrent of emotions from the blank mask that she held. Harry frowned. "It . . . just . . . just do whatever you want with it, okay? It's yours now. I don't want it back and I was just being a stupid girl when I made that."
Harry hastily put it back in his bag and zipped it back up before turning his attention back to her. Okay, well, that did not go as planned.
Harry tried to remain calm and decided to risk it to broach the topic. "Are you suffering from the illness that the experimental potion is trying to cure?"
Delphini's eyes narrowed to scowl at him, her jaw clenched, and her hands balled into fists. ". . . I don't believe that's any business of yours. I didn't come here for a surprise interrogation or to tell you my life story, I came here with the expectation of getting my brains fucked out."
Delphini's eyes lit up again as she gave him the smirk that he was familiar with the last time that they had spoken in private. "So what're you waiting for? If you need some motivation then-" Delphini took her wand from the bed and seemed ready to cast a spell on herself.
"I also want intimacy, too," said Harry quickly, Delphini paused and put her wand hand to her side. She gazed at him directly in the eyes with her mouth forming a thin line. "I don't just want this to be emotionless; I think the sex would obviously feel better for both of us, if we could communicate more while here."
"Intimacy? I'm offering you all the intimacy that I can given our circumstances," said Delphini, tilting her head. An alluring smirk on her facial features. Harry felt his cock twitch. "Harry, don't you see? When we're in here, I just want to clear my mind of everything except for your cock." Harry's face flushed a deep crimson at her words and felt his cock twitch at her words. He felt his heart race from her words. Delphini's smirk broke into a smile as their eyes met. "I don't want to ruminate, I don't want to think of anyone outside of here besides us, and I want to let go of all control - all my responsibilities to myself and others - and just be brave enough to live out one of my fantasies of being a pleasure girl for someone who . . . I feel safe with, but paradoxically whom I barely know. Let me just be your personal sex toy, okay?"
Harry flushed and his mind raced from her suggestive language, but he forced himself to continue. He tried to ignore the painful protests of his cock as he gazed at her coy smile.
"I want this to continue too; I really enjoyed the last time we were here," said Harry, trying to keep himself from stammering and to focus on what he wanted to say without somehow butchering it. "I was actually nervous, because I was afraid of screwing this up. But . . . I was thinking that . . . maybe - maybe if on the off-chance that I won the war, then . . . would it be possible for us to continue to see each other?" Delphini gaped and her eyes widened as she tried processing his words. "Not for this specifically, but just to spend time together? I understand if you wouldn't because of your father and other family possibly dying."
"What brought this on, Harry?" questioned Delphini, her eyebrows furrowing. Her lips twitched. "Is sex with me that good? Do you want me to become your personal whore for life?"
"Well, if that's what you want to call it then yes. That's what I want." said Harry, his face flushed. Delphini gawked and her visage turned a shade crimson upon hearing his words. "If I win the war, I'd like for us to continue this too - if you're fine with it, of course - but also see if it could become something more. We don't have to discuss marriage or rush anything, I just want to see if we have a shot at becoming more if we both try."
"Doing that would mean everybody will know of our relationship," said Delphini shooting him a quizzical look. "Are you comfortable with that?"
To her surprise, Harry rolled his eyes. "I already figured out that you would be keeping any baby that you got from this anyway. You wouldn't go through all this trouble and secrecy, if you didn't have long-term plans. There's no way you could keep it a secret, if you chose to raise it."
"Hmm . . . truthfully, I'm at a loss. I guess I made that part too obvious. I'm surprised that you don't mind, though." said Delphini, a smile returning upon her visage. "Ah, so you want to be the honorable Gryffindor and follow through with obligations to a child that you have, right? Afraid of my corrupting influence?"
"I would want to be part of the life of any child I have," said Harry, nodding to her. "But . . . I'd like to see if I could be with you too at the same time."
Delphini blinked. "You and I would have to become public with this after the war, then. If that's the case, and we'd still be seeing each other, then I'm going to have to ask for more concessions on this. Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah," said Harry, shrugging, "It's all still hypothetical anyway, I doubt I'll live past the war as you mentioned last time, but I just wanted my intentions to be clear so we avoid any confusion in the future."
"Okay . . . er . . ." Delphini paused and seemed to cogitate over his words. She snapped to attention quickly after staring into space. "Then, I get to be the one to decide when, where, and who I get to reveal this too after my father is no longer a threat to your life. Take it or leave it. Agreed?"
Harry froze. Fuck! This feels like entrapment, but if it is after Voldemort is dead for good, then I think I'll be able to deal with the consequences since I'll be able to have a life to live.
“Before I fully agree to this, I want to know for the sake of my own comfort,” questioned Harry, he swallowed before straightening his posture and ignoring the chills running down his spine. His eyes met hers and his jaw tightened. His heart thumped. “I . . . I want to know why did you choose me for this in the first place? Is it revenge against your father? If so, are you sure that you won’t regret doing this with me? Are you sure you won’t be angry with me personally, if you were to regret this later? I understand that you wanted to protect our shared Peverell ancestry, but . . .”
Harry hesitated as Delphini held a calm, blank expression on her visage. He forced himself to push onward and ignore the thumping in his chest. “I guess what I really want to know is how can you trust me of all people with this arrangement given our backgrounds? Why me? Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable with someone from Slytherin House that you’re more familiar with?”
Delphini bit her lip, moved the back of her right hand over to cover her mouth, and seemed to stop herself from laughing after Harry had finished. Harry felt a punch to the gut from hearing her muffled laugh. Delphini cleared her throat and moved her hand back down.
“It is because I am more familiar with them that I’d never ever feel comfortable enough to share this level of intimacy with any of them, Harry,” said Delphini, her eyes meeting his own without having looked away. Her focus was entirely on him to the extent that she didn’t blink. Harry felt his heart soar at her radiant smile. “I suppose I can’t blame your apprehension or your worries that I’m doing this out of some misplaced hatred towards my father.
“Needless to say, I am not some little girl throwing a temper tantrum against daddy dearest by making use of his worst enemy. We both went over why the risks are limited for me last time, but I want to make it unambiguously clear that my primary reason for choosing you for this is that I know I can trust you.”
Harry’s brows furrowed and his lips curled. “But we barely know each other.”
Delphini broke into a feral grin at his response. “Harry, you really don’t know your worth, do you? I knew that if you agreed to my terms, then you would do your utmost to keep your word. Do you really think those degenerate, inbred -” Harry clamped his right hand over his mouth to stop the rising burst of laughter from her description of her housemates. “idiots would ever uphold such an agreement with me? Any of those driveling little boys would have fucked me for one night and then bragged to their housemates the next morning at breakfast either thinking I was some cheap whore or how their family’s position could be furthered with my father.
“There would be no mutual respect because of the simple fact that nobody in my House respects me, my stipulations to keep meetings secret wouldn’t be honored, and my influence over my own life would deteriorate likely within less than a day. I could go on speculating about how I’d probably be pulled from school after a single secret rendezvous became gossip news in the Hogwarts rumor mill, but I think you get my point. I would never entrust any of those bloody idiots because they’re not cut from the same cloth as you. I meticulously went over my options before proposing this opportunity to you, because you’re the only man I want. In fact, I never intended to propose this to anyone but you.”
Harry gaped and his eyebrows flew up towards his hairline at her confident response. But why? Why me? She still didn’t really answer that . . .
Delphini continued before he could respond. “Because you and I have a shared quality that none of those inbred, egotistical fools in Slytherin House have. We both have a strong degree of emotional intelligence. We both certainly have immature flaws in other regards, but when it comes to respecting and empathizing with those we deeply care for, we behave with more tact than the rest. The only exception I’ve found among our fellow students would be your friend, Luna Lovegood.”
Harry frowned. “Well, Ron may not have emotional maturity, but Hermione –“
“Has spent the better part of this year unable to properly come to terms with the fact that she fancies Ron,” cut in Delphini, causing Harry to pause. Harry blinked. “It is to the point that she is showing signs of wanting to lash out at him by force instead of clearly telling him that she wants to him to break it off with Lavender Brown because she wants to be with him. Even the brightest witch of our year isn’t anywhere near as emotionally mature as Luna, yourself, or I.”
Harry cringed at the outspoken nature and matter-of-fact tone of Delphini’s words. I guess I was trying to avoid seeing what was clearly there. Or maybe . . . I was just afraid of losing my friendship with either of them if it didn’t work itself out. Still . . . it isn’t my place to interfere, they have to work it out between themselves.
“If I am understanding you correctly,” said Harry, watching as Delphini sat on the bed with her creamy, bare feet dangling from the luxurious bed. Harry felt his cock twitch yet again. “I take it that you don’t have any compassion for your cousin at all?”
“I use to when I was younger, but love and respect can only be one-sided for so long,” replied Delphini, tilting her head. “Whatever familial bond I had has become broken to the point of being unsalvageable. At this point, I hold this same feeling of indifference and contempt towards all but one of my family members-”
The grin wore off her visage as she stopped mid-sentence. Delphini abruptly stopped, straightened her posture, and chuckled with her lips curled in an otherwise neutral expression. “Y’know Harry, you are really easy to talk to.”
Harry shifted his posture as he noticed that Delphini seemed to pause to collect her thoughts. She let something slip that she didn’t want me to know about. Maybe all the pain she’s endured throughout her years in Hogwarts made her more guarded than most. Who is the relative that she’s talking about? It’s definitely not Malfoy and I don’t think it is his parents. It almost certainly isn’t her father, so that could only mean that it is Bellatrix by process of elimination. But . . . something about that seems off. Bellatrix is a vicious idiot far worse than the Slytherins that she was mocking. But who else could it be? I doubt it is any of the remaining Lestrange House family as she’s not even blood-related to them and they’re just as vicious as her mother.
“You know . . . my mother bragged to my aunt and I about the day that she killed your godfather,” said Delphini, gazing up and locking eyes with Harry once again. Harry’s posture stiffened and he scowled. Delphini slightly tilted her head again and her lips twitched. “In particular . . . she bragged about how even after she had murdered Sirius Black right in front of you . . . your attempt at performing the Cruciatus curse on her failed miserably.”
Harry felt his heart torn asunder as if by a sharp knife as visions of Sirius falling into the Veil of the death chamber at the Department of Mysteries accosted his mind. Delphini’s grey eyes held onto his green ones.
“When she told me that story, as she laughed over it at one of our evening dinners over the summer, that was when I realized that I didn’t just fancy you,” said Delphini, her voice firm. Harry’s eyes widened. “I admit to myself that night as I got ready for bed that I really wanted to bear your children and I began to plan the idea of our nightly frolicking sessions more seriously.
“My fool for a mother saw you as weak for not being able to torture her after the death of your beloved godfather, but I couldn’t help but feel a strange satisfaction overwhelm me as the idiot confirmed that you are a deeply compassionate human being who doesn’t immediately fall into the same sadistic and depraved tendencies that she’s capable of. You may have felt like a fool and blamed yourself that day, but you are not a fool and my mother is the one to blame, not you. Your ability to keep your head on your shoulders, even when society would deem it justified that you cut loose with your hatred, and your ability to cope with loss and bounce back against those who continue to harm you. I picked you because of all of those reasons and so much more, Harry. Picking you just completes me. So, if I’ve satisfied all of your misgivings, will you agree to my new terms?”
" . . . Agreed." said Harry, after hesitating for a moment. He nodded to her and she smiled again.
"Alright, so what would you like to do tonight?" asked Delphini shooting him a sultry smile. Harry felt his cock twitch as their eyes met and he observed her knowing look. "Unless, you would like for me to surprise you again?"
"Well, there is one thing that I thought of doing . . . but I'm . . ." Harry stopped speaking and frowned as he stared at Delphini. ". . . I don't feel comfortable with asking for it just yet."
"You don't have to-"
"Let me rephrase," said Harry, interrupting Delphini who had returned the frown. "I don't feel comfortable with doing the idea yet. I don't feel ready. So, I guess you can go ahead and surprise me again."
Delphini blinked. What is that about? Now, I'm curious . . . but I guess I'll wait until he's ready.
"Alright," said Delphini as she nodded and then she proceeded to smile.
She moved her legs onto a kneeling position onto the bed and waved her wand to transfigure her red dress into a snug dog collar around her neck. Harry sucked in a breath as her nude body was exposed to him once more in all of her glory. She moved on all fours across the bed to deposit her wand by the nightstand and then used her free hand to slap her ass while looking directly at Harry.
"Come closer . . ." said the husky voice of Delphini Lestrange, their eyes were gazed directly at each other and Harry felt his cock twitch in anticipation. “and enjoy your privilege of using your own personal whore, Master.”
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