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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.

Chapter List
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Warnings: Heterosexual sex, Infidelity, light Spanking
Summary: In a few moments, he takes a quick shower, removing the evidence of what we've just done. I wrap myself in a sheet as I watch how quickly he readies to leave, needing to get home before she does. Time is never on my side. [Harry/Daphne]

Waiting in Red
I read as I wait for Harry Potter to get off work. As soon as I planned this 'impromptu visit,' I had known what I would wear: my burgundy angora jumper. In this jumper, I give any witch a run for her cleavage. I'm also wearing a soft white skirt, black silk stockings (the kind with the seam in the back that requires suspenders), burgundy heels, red bra and knickers. Burgundy nails and stained lips complete the set. Full, beautiful blond hair, hampers my reading, but it's hard to concentrate anyway.
I pick the day that Harry’s wife, Ginny, normally works late at the Daily Prophet. I watch a few people go in the Ministry building, and more come out. This is beginning to seem like a huge waste of time. The mirror is heavy in my hand, waiting for me to call him. Although I love talking with him, it's something we rarely do. When you're having an affair with someone who's invested in their marriage, ringing them anytime is something you cannot get away with. I'm not looking to be his wife. I'm looking to add, to share.
After I call out his name into the mirror, I think, ‘Watch, he's not even at work today. Harry's playing quidditch or visiting his godson.’
"Hello." Harry always seems hesitant when he first answers.
"Hi." I hold my breath. "Are you at the Ministry?"
"Not for very much longer."
Then I see him. "You look good, Mr. Potter. But a little tired."
"Tell me about it."
"Just did." I gather my courage and say, "May I see you?"
"That would be a trick."
"Turn to the right."
Harry does and smiles like a dog getting scratched. His loosened tie flutters in the wind from his opened Auror robes.
I wave, and look down at the ground, and watch him at the edge of my vision, wanting to make eye contact, but still a little fearful of it. I want to touch him, but this is not the place. Harry seems to know everyone at his place of work and everyone knows he is married with kids. "What are you doing here?"
"Meeting, but the real answer is you. Can we go somewhere for a little while?" In my head the answer is always yes, but in reality, life does its own thing.
"For a little while."
"I've got a room in Muggle London."

We meet in the muggle hotel lobby and go straight to the lift. Once the doors close, I say, "I thought about telling you I was coming, to try and make it easier on you, but as you can tell, I went another way."
Harry kisses me. The first one is short, but each kiss is a little longer.
As the doors open, I say, "Surprised?"
"Yes."
Once in the room, I ask if he needs to make any mirror calls. Harry does. I try to not really listen. At the end of the conversation, he's gained a couple of hours of free time.
"How did the meeting go?"
"The usual." I come closer.
Harry can smell the light vanilla with a mixture of floras in my perfume. I put my hand on his thigh, lean close, almost touching my lips to his ears and whisper, "Fuck me."
My hand on his thigh moves up, finger teasing the outline of his cock in his trousers.
"Please, Harry," I say, kissing his neck gently.
The smell of him, the taste. Kind of salty wild.
Harry grabs both my breasts with his hands and gives them a squeeze, almost too hard.
Harry goes to kiss me, but I withdraw and smile wickedly as I stand in front of him a few feet away. I laugh as I quickly set about undressing. The burgundy jumper has buttons, which only now I feel are too small to undo with ease and grace. To fill time, I speak, "I've been waiting for this for such a long time."
Just two more buttons to go. I turn my back and look over the shoulder I've revealed. I change shoulders and flip my hair to the other side. I wink and smile, as I kiss the air in his direction. I turn to face him once more and toss him the jumper. Harry catches it. It is lovely to see him enjoy himself.
I take hold of both my breasts and grab aggressively, lifting one and then the other. My tongue licks my lips before it licks my creamy breast, while I'm half giggling and trying to not blush.
I slowly undo the zipper of the white flounce skirt and step out of it. Leaving only the dark red heels and black stockings, suspenders and matching bra.
"Come here," he commands, and I obey. I stand before him. His green, intense eyes on me. "Be a good girl and lay down."
I walk to the side of the bed and lay down, wondering what he will do, what he wants. "Touch yourself, Miss Greengrass."
I've never pleasured myself while someone else watched. I've done other outrageous things, but not this. I consider saying, "No," to see what he will do, and he sees it on my face and gives me a look.
I spread my legs more than I would have to, so he can see what I cannot without a mirror. Harry positions himself for a better view.
I bite my lower lip and pull it out slow. My right hand goes up along my side as my left hand caresses my breast. A red finger glides across my belly, between my breasts, along my neck. My mouth parts as a red fingertip enters my waiting mouth. A wet finger finds its way to the place between my open legs. My hand cups my fanny, as a finger dips in to my wet deepness. Slowly my finger eases in and out, causing my carnal hunger to grow.
My whole body becomes warm. Painted fingers run across my pink folds. The tip of my middle finger stops at my blooming clitoris. My other hand pinches my willing nipples, making them peak. My eyes shut, as my finger slides along, dipping in, enjoying the sensations.
Harry places a hand on my silk stocking and runs his hand along my leg. I breathe in as he does, longing for his touch. Without thinking, I open my eyes and lick my lips.
I sit up, allowing my finger to penetrate deeper. Then the same finger runs across his lips. Harry opens his mouth and allows me to put it in. Harry sucks it and his tongue traces my finger. I pull my finger out slowly and slide it between my folds, teasing myself, edging closer. The small circular movement enhances my arousal.
My breath quickens as a small rush of orgasm hits, and I let out soft ohs.
Finally, he removes his shirt. Shoes slip off, and he steps out his socks. Slacks hit the floor, leaving only boxers.
I sit up and start to move closer. Harry gives me a look with those penetratingly green eyes, and I stop. With a firm voice he says, "Lay down, Daphne."
I pout and begin to protest, but he tells me with his body do as you're told woman, and I do. I watch as he moves between my open legs. His hands caress my stocking legs making me want to purr.
As he goes down, I rest on my elbows, touching both my breasts through the satin of my red bra.
For two weeks I've eaten large amounts of strawberries, knowing that if he were going to be generous, it would have an effect on my flavour.
Harry holds onto my hips as he speaks parseltongue words of bliss on my pussy. Loop-de-loop again and once more.
My body twitches as the first tremor ignites. My hips shake against him, and he holds on tighter. My shoulders curl slightly and I lift from the bed. I moan as I catch a bigger wave of sexual pleasure. ~
My body relaxes in the aftermath of my first orgasms. Harry sits up, his chin from me.
I try to sit up, but again he stops me. "Turn over."
I do.
"On your knees."
I do.
I look over my shoulder. It's only him and a lovely hard on. Harry gets behind me and slaps my ample arse. "Tell me what you want."
I decide to play into his mood. "More."
Harry strikes me again and I suck in air because it stings.
"What do you want," he demands again.
"More please."
Again my arse is smacked hard; my arse is hot from where he struck.
I can feel how close he is. I move my arse towards him. His dick rubs between my pussy lips and I moan for more.
"Is this what you want?" One hand on my hip.
"Yes." I pray for him to slip it in.
"Tell me."
I pause. Harry grabs a hand full of my honey hair and pulls lightly, making my back arch lower as my head rises. "Fuck me, Chosen One." I say the nickname he hates on purpose. I decide to push him further. “Fuck me like you can’t fuck your wife.”
It works. All at once he pounds into me. The moment he is all the way in, his bullocks slap and I cry out. In a couple of thrusts, my body meets his driving rhythm. When he lets go of my hair, I shake it loose and my front half melts into the pillow as I whimper with each hard, repeated stroke.
I spread my legs a little more, allowing him to go deeper. Harry grabs on to me with both hands, and I am his willing whore. Whatever he commands, my body must obey. My hand grips the bottom sheet as the other is stretched out, bracing, trying to hold on to my place.
Harry thrusts harder, and I swear I am going to burst. The edge of lust and pain intertwine as my body pleads for him to not stop.
"Cum for me, luv."
I am so close. The place could be on fucking fire and I wouldn't care. With ever-increasing pleasure, Harry Potter pounds into me, giving every inch of himself to me. I tighten around his swollen cock. "Cum for me, Daphne."
My body obeys. I relinquish myself to the heat and bliss that course through my body, and I nearly pass from this world to another.
“Harry!” I scream his name as if he were the second coming of Merlin.
Harry pushes slower into me as he cries out and his face tightens.
~
Harry pulls out and sits.
Once more he slaps me. "Good girl," giving me permission to roll onto my side. Harry lays almost cattycorner, my arse touching his hip as both of us try to catch our breaths.
In a few moments, he drags himself to the loo for a quick shower, removing the evidence of what we've just done. I wrap myself in a sheet as I watch how quickly he readies to leave, needing to get home before Ginny does. Time is never on my side.
Harry kisses me sweetly right before he goes. Before he shuts the door, he turns and says, "Love ya, Daphne."
I toss a pillow at him as the door shuts.
And I go back to waiting. . .

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