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An Odd Crush	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Pansy Views: 192134 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, nor am I making any money from this story!

Chapter List
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Well, some of you did not like that last chapter at all! Too bad. There will probably be more scenes like that, though not excessively so. I got a bit bored of writing just the two of them sneaking off to have sex every so often.
Brazilanana, I can only promise this won't become a harem fic, and likely nothing more than a threesome, but rest assured any of the other ideas will come within the context of the story, and it will remain firmly Harry/Pansy.
Anon, you don't recall Harry raping Pansy? It was at the end of chapter 7. Once a girl has said 'no' and a guy continues on and fucks her anyway, that's rape. If she's begging him not to, or to stop, and he continues...that's rape too. You might want to reread that bit. And just because Harry didn't get revenge in that same chapter didn't mean he wasn't going to.
Anyway, I've been inspired lately. Hopefully other reviews can be a little more constructive and a little less petulant for this one?
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“Daph?” asked Pansy. Her friend looked over.
“Yeah?” she said curiously.
“What was it like?”
“What was what like?” she asked, a guarded expression on her face. Pansy threw her a withering look in return.
“He did tell me you know,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“And?” asked Daphne even more cautiously. She hadn’t really expected Potter to tell Pansy, she thought he’d have been too embarrassed by it. And Pansy could be a little unpredictable when she felt like she’d had her prerogatives usurped.
“You’re still here aren’t you?” she said with a pointed look. “I want to know what it was like!” Daphne still felt a little uncertain, but the eager expression on her friends face convinced her that nothing too untoward was going to happen if she spilled the beans.
“It was…awesome,” she admitted, turning towards her so they could talk a little closer. They were in a comfortable corner of the Slytherin common room with no one else around, but it wouldn’t do for someone to overhear them. Pansy’s expression demanded more info. “I mean, I tried it out umm, by myself,” she said blushing slightly, “and that was pretty intense. But then with him…Merlin Pans, it was so hot, I’m not surprised the guys are all sex crazed if they have to walk around with one of those permanently attached.”
They both giggled. “I might have to borrow it from you sometime,” Pansy stated. “I still have a punishment of my own to deal out after all,” she said in response to Daphne’s curious look, a wicked look in her eyes.
“Poor boy,” said Daphne with a smile.
“Can I see it?” asked Pansy suddenly. Daphne shrugged.
“Sure. Now?”
Pansy looked at the other girls in their year, who were clustered together working on homework, and nodded. They got up and headed to their dorm and Daphne gestured Pansy to get on her bed so she could pull the curtains closed around it, and then opened the hangings to open a drawer in her bedside table. From it she pulled her magical strap on. Pansy took it from her excitedly.
“How does it work?” she asked, eyes wide.
“Well to attach it you just have to hold it over your fanny and say ‘corpus’ with your wand pointed at it, and it sort of melds itself to you. It’s a really weird feeling.” She watched Pansy turn it over in her hands and continued. “Then it’s got different settings for things, like how soon you want to cum, or how much.”

“How do they work?” the dark haired girl asked curiously.
“For how soon you can set a timer, or you can set it to natural, or you can set a phrase as a trigger.”
“Natural?” pressed Pansy.
“That one seems to be like how a boy would do it. You just cum when you’re ready.”

“You must have done a fair bit of experimentation to find all this out,” teased Pansy. Daphne blushed.
“Well I didn’t want to go into battle untested,” she said. They both giggled.
“What about how much you cum?”
“There’s different amounts. So you can set it to do nothing, you just have the orgasm without the mess. Then there’s a normal amount, then probably five times that, then like twenty times that. That one’s really messy.” she said with a delicate frown. Pansy giggled again.
“Can I try it out?” she asked.
“Umm, okay,” her friend said.
Pansy pulled up her skirt to reveal her hairless slit, and holding the toy against it, pointed her wand and muttered “Corpus,” An odd expression crossed her face as the fake penis melded to her body, the her face cleared and was filled with delight.
“Merlin’s pants, this is amazing!” she exclaimed. She reached down and took it in hand. It was probably slightly bigger than Harry, and was hardening fast under the touch of her own hand. She stroked it, cooing at the sensations it gave.
“Can I touch it?” asked Daphne. Pansy looked at her curiously.
“Haven’t you touched it enough already?” she asked dryly. Daphne blushed again.
“It’s not really the same. I mean, I touched Potter’s,” she admitted while looking at the organ between Pansy’s legs and thus missing the brief flash of her eyes, “But I suppose I’d like to touch one more properly,” she finished. Pansy took her hand away.
“Go on then,” she said, her voice almost challenging. Daphne looked at her before gazing back to it and reaching out gingerly. She brushed her fingertips along it, and both girls giggled when it twitched. Gently she took it in hand and stroked up and down.
“Ooohhhh,” moaned Pansy, leaning back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle handjob that her friend was giving her. Before long though, there was a pressure building, and another question popped into her head.
“Ungh, Daph, how do you know when you’re about to cum?” she asked, her breathing heavy. Instantly Daphne stopped her ministrations.
“Like a burning, tightening feeling in your crotch at first, then you can actually almost feel it working its way up the dick,” she explained.
Pansy exhaled heavily. “Okay, then I suppose I was getting close. That was amazing.” She leaned forward as the other girl blushed again, and they both looked at each other. Abruptly, Daphne leaned forward and kissed her friend. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then they parted. Pansy looked surprised, but then their mouths crashed together again and they tumbled backwards so Daphne was on her back with Pansy above her, frantically kissing each other, tongues duelling fiercely as they pulled at each others clothes. Breathlessly Pansy sat up, pulling her school jumper over her head and unbuttoning her blouse as the girl beneath struggled to do the same. Pansy tossed her bra to the foot of the bed and watched as the red head underneath her unfastened hers. Once it was off, she took it and tossed that away too. Deliberately, she leaned down and took one of her very erect nipples into her mouth, sucking gently and making her friend moan in pleasure. She spent several minutes teasing Daphne’s breasts before making her way further south, hooking her fingers into the waistband of both her skirt and knickers and pulling. She looked up into Daphne’s watching eyes as the other girl raised her hips, allowing her to remove her remaining clothes. She tossed those to the growing pile at the foot of the bed, and added her own skirt to it. Suddenly Daphne giggled.
“You look so weird with that thing between your legs,” she said. Pansy looked down and giggled too.
“Yeah, but I wasn’t looking between my legs,” she said with a smirk. “I was looking between yours.”
With that she leaned forward again and licked from the bottom of Daphne’s pussy right up and over her clit, making her gasp and thrust her hips upwards into her friends mouth. She was already dripping wet, and she didn’t even bother teasing, just went straight in for the kill. It was mere minutes before Daphne was desperately trying to muffle the sounds of her own orgasm while Pansy lapped at her slick folds. Finally the tongue stopped moving and Daphne felt the other girl moving up her body, then kissing her lips with a mouth still wet with her own juices. She could also feel a bulbous presence right between her legs.
“Are we doing this?” she whispered. Pansy nodded.
“We’ve done it before,” she said, referring to those times over the years when their own fingers hadn’t been enough.
“This is different though,” managed Daphne. Pansy nodded again.
“You’re right,” she agreed. “This is going to be better.” Without breaking eye contact she reached between their bodies and grasped her new appendage, positioning it in the right spot before she pushed forward slowly. She saw Daphne grit her teeth as she was stretched and felt a pang of sympathy for the girl, she knew exactly how this felt. But still, she couldn’t spare too much sympathy because for her this was feeling bloody incredible! The tightness of a virgin cunt around her new cock was just unreal. And not just the tightness but the way it squeezed every bit of it! She tried pulling out a little and then pushing back in, and moaned in pleasure. Gods this was unbelievable.
“Tell me if you want me to slow down,” she whispered. Daphne shook her head.
“It’s okay,” she managed. “I’m sure you know the drill,” she added, making them both giggle slightly again. Pansy had worked herself in fully now and was making slow, short thrusts, not withdrawing too far but staying in deep as that felt more intense around her. She felt a tightening of muscles down in her groin.
“Do you remember what this thing is set on?” she managed.
“Natural, I think,” her friend replied heavily around her ragged breathing.
“Oh Gods,” muttered Pansy. “Then I think I’m close,” she said, her thrusts becoming slightly more urgent. Daphne moaned in response, then she remembered something else.
“Merlin, Pansy, I think it’s still set on maximum cum!” she moaned, clutching at her, but Pansy was too close to care. With a final thrust, she buried herself deep inside her friend and began unloading cum into her freshly devirginised vagina. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and in reality really was probably close to a minute or more, then all the tension in her body vanished and she simply collapsed on top of her friend. They lay like this until Daphne spoke up.
“You alive there?” she asked, prodding her friend in the side.
“No,” came the response. “Totally dead, thanks for asking.” Daphne smiled.
“Well, do you think I can roll your dead body off me? I promise I’ll bury it in the morning.” Now Pansy giggled, and she did push herself up and off the slim redhead, her cock sliding out of her as she did so, making both girls moan.
“Fuck me!” Pansy exclaimed as she saw the amount of cum that flooded out of Daphne’s pussy. Daphne just giggled.
“I told you it was really messy.” They both looked at the torrent of cum. It looked like someone had simply spilled a pint of cum between Daphne’s open legs. As they watched, more was pushed out of her body by her pussy as it slowly returned to its normal size.
Daphne looked at her watch. “Shit!” she exclaimed. “We’ve been in her over an hour, the others will probably be coming to bed soon.” Pansy’s eyes widened and she grabbed her clothes from the foot of the bed.
“Can I borrow this?” she asked, pointing to the cock she was still wearing. Daphne smiled.
“Yes, it’s ‘excorpus’ to get it off,” she told her.
“Really?” asked Pansy. “I thought I had to stick it in you to get it off?” Daphne stopped trying to put her knickers back on and threw them at the other girl, both of them laughing when they got stuck on her head, and Pansy threw them back at her. “You should stop wearing those,” she said. “It’s much more fun,” she added with a wink. Gathering her clothes in her arms, she peeked out of the curtains around the bed and then hurried to her own, drawing the hangings on herself. She flopped down on her back. No wonder Harry couldn’t get enough! She liked sex a lot, but it wasn’t like she came every time they did it. If she were guaranteed an orgasm like that every time Harry stuck his cock in her, she’d damn well see to it that it happened every day if not more often. Sighing contentedly, she pulled the covers over herself and fell asleep.
She awoke the next morning to an odd sensation. Morning wood, she realised! She reached under the covers and stroked her erection, she’d forgotten to remove it last night before she fell asleep. Still, might as well make the most of it. She began to move her hand on the cock and shivered a little at the sensation. It wasn’t that it was better than her clit, exactly, it was just so different. She threw back the covers so she could watch as she stroked herself, revelling in the new sensations she was feeling. Before long she was thrusting into her own hand, feeling the warmth spread through her crotch and into her penis, realising she was about to cum. And then realising that she still had it on the mega orgasm setting. “Oh shit!” she moaned as cum erupted from the twitching member she held in her hand, landing squarely on her face and leaving a trail down her body. She kept cumming, thick white liquid splashing her face and her tits until she was covered in the stuff before finally it subsided. She let out a deep breath, relaxing back into her mattress and pillows. Out of curiosity she licked some of the cum from her lips, tasting it. Not bad, she thought. Better than the real thing anyway. Same weird consistency though.
She reached under her pillow and pulled out her wand, pointing it at her crotch.
“Excorpus,” she muttered, an involuntary shiver shaking her as the odd decoupling sensation ran through her. She ran a finger across her pussy lips, curious. Merlin, she was sopping wet. Clearly having the cock didn’t impede the bodies normal functions in that respect. She put the toy under her pillow and cast a quick scourgify on herself. She needed a shower before heading to breakfast. It was lucky she’d woken up early, she didn’t think it would have been a valid excuse for being late to class!
“You would not believe how horny I still am,” muttered Daphne as she sat next to Pansy in the great hall. Pansy hid a smile.
“Why’s it so bad?” she asked.
“I don’t even know! I got myself off twice last night after you left, and then again this morning, and I feel like I need to do it again! My knickers are soaked already!”
“I must be a natural talent,” said Pansy airily, waving her fork in the air.
“Be serious Pans!” Daphne looked around and lowered her voice. “Someone has to have hexed me, this isn’t natural!”
Pansy frowned. “But who?” she asked. “You haven’t been anywhere near Harry for days, and he’s the only one with any reason to have done it,” she pointed out. She watched her friend squirming on the wooden bench. “Tell you what, I have a free period after Ancient Runes, I’ll go to the library and see what I can find. I still have a note from Professor Snape to look in the restricted section for my Defence essay, you’d think anything like this would be in there. Daphne shot her a grateful look.
“Thanks Pansy. At this rate I’m going to have to run back to the dorm between classes,” she moaned.
“Could be worse.”
“How could it be worse, Pansy?”
Pansy thought for a second. “You could have your little friend attached, and then you’d have to hide that too!”
Daphne groaned. “You’re the worst. Okay, I have to go, I have Arithmancy now.” She got up and slung her bag over her shoulder as Pansy watched her go. Well this is going to be interesting, she thought!
She got up at the same time as Harry, she noticed he had been sitting with Weasley and Brown, with Granger some way off by herself, but if Harry’s expression was anything to go by then the two lovebirds weren’t great company. They reached the door together, and Pansy shoved him out of the way roughly, giving him a withering glare as she did so and coincidentally dropping a scrap of parchment down the front of his robes.
She was glad to get out of Ancient Runes a little while later. If looks could kill then Granger would have been guilty of murder several times over. She hurried out as fast as she could to get away from her. However, instead of going to the library like she’d promised Daphne, she headed to another spot in the castle, one that had been on the note she’d slipped Harry. She got there, and looked around. No sign of him. She huffed in irritation.
“Waiting for someone?” came a voice, making her jump a foot in the air with a barely muffled shriek. She spun around to find Harry grinning behind her. How the hell had he gotten there? She glared at him and whacked him on the shoulder.
“Potter!” she hissed, reverting to his surname so he knew she was annoyed at him, not that he seemed to notice. He just smiled at her and appeared totally oblivious to the blow she gave him.
“Were you looking for somewhere private?” he asked, looking around.
“I’m sure we could find somewhere.”
“I had a similar thought,” he said. “And then I thought about finding somewhere a little less private,” he said with a smirk. She raised an eyebrow at him.
“What do you mean?”

“Follow me,” he said with a mischievous expression.
Curious, she did so, following him up several flights of stairs until they reached an area that seemed very seldom trodden. Finally he opened a door into a completely empty room near the top of the castle. Empty that was, apart from the very large window looking over the grounds. She walked over to it and looked out. She could see a group of younger kids gathered round for a Care of Magical Creatures lesson, and a class of first years having a flying lesson from Madam Hooch.
“Well?” she asked baldly. Harry smiled.
“I think, Miss Parkinson, that I would like you to suck my cock while I look out the window.” She gave him a saucy look in return.
“You’re a dirty boy Harry Potter,” she said, unfastening his trousers as she did so.
“It’s why you like me so much,” he said. “Since you’re a dirty girl.”
Her mouth quirked upwards in a half smile, and she dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling his boxer shorts down as she did so. His cock was already hard for her and she wrapped her fingers around it, flicking her tongue across the head a few times before taking it into her mouth. She heard a groan from above her and flicked her eyes upwards, but true to his word he was looking out of the window. The deep stone windowsill beside them was just below her shoulder level, so while she could look out of the window and see blue sky, she couldn’t see the ground. Which, she reminded herself thankfully, meant that no one on the ground could see her either.
She sucked on the cock in front of her, taking it deeper into her mouth until she hit her limits. Her head bobbed back and forth, determined to bring him off, and surprised when he gently pulled away.
“What…?” she asked. In answer he pulled her to her feet, and turned her to face the window.
“Bend over,” he said firmly. She did as she was told, placing her elbows on the stone windowsill, her body at right angles to her legs. She felt a pressure on the inside of her feet, and realised he was trying to push her legs apart with his feet. A nervous thrill raced through her as she allowed him to position her exactly how he wanted, and then he flipped her skirt up and onto her back, revealing her naked rear to him, and also just how turned on she was.
“You filthy little bitch,” he taunted her gently, his fingers dipping into her sex and coming out soaked. “I probably didn’t even need to start so tamely, did I?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside her. “We could have gone straight to the great hall during lunchtime and fucked on the teachers table, and you’d still be loving it, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, a tremor of fear and excitement passing through her at the very idea. He removed his fingers, and she felt him position himself. “Look out the window,” he commanded. She did so, noting the class that were studying whatever rare and dangerous creature Hagrid had found them today, and the class of first years who were now floating around on their broomsticks. Slowly, he entered her, pushing himself deep inside her cunt until his hips were pressed against her arse cheeks. “Look at them on their broomsticks,” he said, beginning to move inside her. “One of them could float right by if they lost control.” He thrust into her steadily. “They’d see what we’re doing, you bent over and getting a good fucking.” Their skin slapped together as he said this.
“Would you like that?” Pansy asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Some cute little first year girl floating by to see you half naked, with your cock buried in me?”

“Maybe I would,” he said with a direct stare.
“Pervert,” she taunted back, receiving a slap on her arse for her trouble. She moaned, the stinging slap blending with the pleasure she was getting. “It’s true,” she continued, looking away and out the window again. “You’re sixteen years old, you’d have to be pretty perverted to want to fuck an eleven year old.” Another stinging slap to her arse, another moan. He was really hammering at her now.
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her,” he said, breathing heavily. “I just said I’d be okay with her watching me fuck you.”
“But I bet you’d fuck her if you got the chance.”
“It’s almost like you want me to fuck her,” he said.
“Maybe,” she gasped out.
“Who’s the dirty fucking pervert now?” he asked, landing another stinging slap to her arse cheek.
“Gods Harry, fuck me,” she moaned. “Are you close?”
“Yes,” he said in a strained voice.
“Use the orgasm spell?” she pleaded, turning to look at him. He raised his eyebrows, but did so, muttering it without breaking his rhythm. “And cum inside me,” she added, turning back to the window. She wasn’t really seeing anything out there anymore, her whole world was filled with the piece of meat that was currently occupying her pussy. She was almost there, she just needed to go over the edge…and with that thought she came, her muscles squeezing the cock inside her and pushing him over the edge too. She felt him ram himself as deeply inside her as he could manage, felt the magically enhanced squirting of his sperm into her vagina. Her eyes fluttered as various feelings threatened to overwhelm her.
Finally it was done, and she tried to steady her breathing, her heart pounding in her chest. Her legs felt shaky underneath her, and she also felt Harry disengage, pulling away from her and his dick sliding out of her. There was a wet splat on the floor as cum flooded out of her, with more running down her legs. There were a couple of wet ‘blup’ noises as her vaginal muscles pushed more sticky spunk out to join the rest running down her thighs. Actually, not just her thighs, she realised as she stood up slowly, easing into an upright position. All the way down her legs and into her shoes. She had elected not to wear any socks today either, at least they would have slowed it down. She turned to face him.
“That was fun,” she said with a smile. He smiled back, his trousers still around his ankles.
“We should do it again sometime,” he said. “Maybe be a little more adventurous,” he teased.
“Oh pull up your pants,” she said with a good natured roll of her eyes. He did so, but still had a smug expression on his face. She looked at her watch. “It’s almost lunchtime. You go down first, I’ll follow you in a few. And we’re still on for tonight, it’s working perfectly.”
“Okay.” He stepped close to her and pulled her into a kiss. Finally he broke it walked back to the door, giving her a last look and a smile as he stepped through it. She sat down on the stone sill, ignoring the wetness from the cum that was still plastered to her thighs. She looked down at the spreading pool of cum on the floor that had simply gushed from her body when he had pulled out and smiled to herself. She was perverted, surely. She enjoyed having him use her like this sometimes. And yes, damnit, she almost would like to see him fuck some innocent little first year. There had to be one who would be up for that? She thought back to her own experiences. She had started masturbating before she’d even come to Hogwarts, her most regular fantasy being some faceless guy who would whisk her off her feet at a ball before making love to her under the stars. Maybe she and Harry could act that one out sometime too. She smiled, then gathered herself to head back downstairs. Casting a couple of scourgify charms first, she left the room.
She didn’t see Daphne again until their final lesson of the day, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. She came in and sat next to Pansy, looking flushed and weak.
“Where’ve you been?” she asked.
“In bed,” replied Daphne shortly.
“Since lunch?”
Daphne nodded. “It’s out of control Pans, even walking rubs my clit. I’ve lost count, but I’ve probably cum at least 30 times today and I ache all over. Did you find anything?”
“I did actually. There’s a couple of possibles, but they both have counter curses.” Daphne’s face lit up with hope. “They’re not easy to cast though,” she added, causing her friends face to fall. “We’ll probably need to use the room of requirement, because you need to be..well, masturbating, when I cast the counter.”
“Fine,” Daphne said wearily. “I’ll do anything, honestly.”
Just then McGonagall called the class to order and conversation was over.
They walked back to the dungeons together after class, and Pansy insisted they wait till after dinner, as Daphne would need her strength to get through the counter curse ritual. Daphne didn’t feel that boded well for it, but seeing as her clitoris was now so sensitive that she was actually having little mini orgasms just from walking around, there didn’t seem to be much choice. Of course, she could have gone to Madam Pomfrey, but somehow that just didn’t appeal. So with hope of this being over at last, as well as no small amount of trepidation, they headed to the room of requirement.
Pansy paced back and forth thinking very specific thoughts, and pushed the door open as soon as it appeared. The room was large and comfortable, with a large bed right in the centre.
“Right,” said Daphne. “What do I need to do?”

“You need to have seven orgasms. Each time as you cum, I’ll cast part of the spell that breaks the curse. The seventh one joins them all together and breaks it fully.”

Daphne nodded. “Fine. Lets get started.” She started to disrobe, tossing her clothes to the side quickly.
“Where’d the knickers go?” asked Pansy when Daphne dropped her skirt. Daphne didn’t even blush.
“They were getting soaked through every fifteen minutes so I just got rid of them.” She climbed onto the bed totally naked and spread her legs, touching her clit gently and moaning. “Are you ready?” she asked, and Pansy nodded. With that, Daphne began to finger herself quickly.
Her first orgasm shook her body in less than two minutes, and Pansy waved her wand, saying “Orgae Kapsa,” in clear voice. Daphne continued on and her orgasms kept coming mere minutes apart, and each time Pansy would speak two words clearly. Finally the seventh one neared, Daphne furiously trying to get off for what she hoped was the last time today. She cried out as it ran through her body, not even hearing the words that Pansy uttered this time. She slumped back into the pillows, hoping that this would be it.
“Damn that was hot,” said a male voice. Daphne shrieked, sitting bolt upright and covering herself as best she could with her hands. There standing next to Pansy with a leer on his face, was Harry Potter.
“What the fuck!?” she exclaimed. She looked at her friend. “What the hell is going on?”
Pansy smiled at her. “Seems like Harry wants a little payback for the buttraping you gave him. And I want a little payback for you touching my man without asking me.”

“I knew it!” she moaned, slumping back into the pillows again, not even bothering to cover herself. They’d both seen everything anyway. “I knew you were being far too cool about it,” she stated, opening her eyes to look at both of them.
“Yes,” said Pansy happily. “And now I get to punish you. You know, I might have been willing to share if you’d just asked.”

“Oh you would, would you?” interjected Harry
“Oh please Harry. Would you have said no?” she waved at the nude girl on the bed. Harry looked and seemed to consider it.
“Well…not in so many words,” he admitted with a grin.
“Well then, clothes off. This girl needs the fucking of her life. If she can walk properly tomorrow, we haven’t done it right.”
“It was you who cursed me, wasn’t it?” said Daphne to Pansy, who gave a muffled yes as she pulled off her clothes.
“And also,” she continued as she dropped her jumper to the floor, “this whole ritual wasn’t necessary. I just wanted to give Harry a show.” Daphne groaned. “I’ll cast the real counter once we’re done.”
“I’m still cursed?” said Daphne in despair.
“Yes, but don’t worry, it’s a good thing. Harry wants to do some nasty things to you, and with the curse on you, you might actually enjoy them. I thought that was a pretty neat little package for everything,” she said with a grin.
“Hang on,” said Harry. “What if I don’t want her to enjoy herself? It hurt, you know!”
Pansy gave him a small smile. “Oh Harry. It’ll still hurt. She’ll just still be turned on and cumming like a train. From what I heard, you got to cum, didn’t you?”
He turned red. “Well, yeah, I suppose so,” he muttered, clearly not really convinced by this argument, but Pansy just smiled sweetly.
“The point is enjoying yourself at her expense, not sending her to the hospital wing,” she pointed out.
“Fine,” he grumbled. He could still give her a serious rogering he supposed.
“Good,” she said in a final tone of voice. “Now, what do you think of this on me?” she asked, pushing her skirt down to reveal Daphne’s magical strap on. Daphne gasped, and Harry raised his eyebrows, shrugging a little. “I’ve already broken her in for you,” she continued. “I think I want my first blowjob,” she said matter-of-factly. She watched as Harry guided Daphne onto all fours and positioned himself behind her, pushing his cock into her dripping wet cunt. She saw the girl wince, and knelt in front of her. She looked up at her with a resigned but still horny expression on her face.
“Just remember you brought this on yourself,” she said with a smirk. “Also, you might want to tell me how to adjust the amount.” A panicked look crossed the girls face as she quickly told her the different commands, and Pansy set it to five times a normal load. “Now suck my cock bitch,” she ordered quietly. Daphne did as ordered, knowing that Pansy was as good as her word. If she refused then there would just be some other retribution that she seriously doubted she would enjoy as much. And hell, she really was enjoying Potters cock in her pussy.
Pansy gave the inexperienced girl some encouraging moans as she explored the cock with her tongue. It wasn’t as intense as sex, Pansy thought, but no less pleasurable in a different way. She was trying to get a rhythm going, but the way Harry was hammering at the girls rear end was definitely putting her off. Pansy let it all wash over her though, the slight unpredictability was stopping her from cumming so soon. Her dick popped out of Daphne’s mouth, and she looked down.
“I’m going to cum,” the girl moaned.
“And? You can suck and cum at the same time you slut,” she snapped, feeding her dick back into her mouth. Daphne did her best, but as he orgasm overtook her she simply moaned around the cock in her mouth, though Pansy found that to be quite pleasurable on its own. After a minute or so, she tried to pick up a rhythm again, and this time Pansy found herself responding quite quickly. She moaned herself, and grabbed the back of her friends head, holding her close as she felt the spunk rise through her temporary dick and spurt into Daphne’s mouth. She seemed to gag a little but Pansy held her firmly, shooting thick fluid into her mouth. Finally she sat back pulling the dick from her mouth with a wet pop, and white cum followed it, flowing down Daphne’s chin before she could close her mouth, looking up at her before she swallowed.
Pansy turned her attention to Harry, he was still pounding away behind Daphne, and they both seemed close, Daphne for a second time. She seemed to cum first, then Harry gave in to the clutching of the tight pussy around him and he grunted as he spilled his seed inside the girl in front of him. He pulled out, giving her a slap on the arse as he did so, then pushing her forward so she was lying on her belly on the bed.
“Not bad,” he pronounced with a grin. Pansy grinned back.
“Are you going to fuck her up the arse?” she asked. Daphne moaned incoherently.
“You know, I thought I might let you,” he said.
“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Well you know, it evens things out. I was first in your arse, she was first in mine, so you should be first in hers,” he reasoned. She smiled sunnily.
“I like that logic,” she proclaimed. “Do you need a few minutes?” He nodded.
“You have at her for a while, then she can bring me back up to full mast,” he said.
“Come on Daph,” she said as she pulled at the girls hips, “Up you get.” Daphne struggled back onto all fours, not relishing what was about to happen. “Glissando,” said Pansy with a wave of her wand, lubricating herself for entry to her friends back door. She placed her cock at the little rosebud and pushed, seeing the head edge in fraction by fraction, then with a sudden rush it slid in a couple of inches, making the girl cry out.
“How’s it feel Greengrass?” asked Harry from the foot of the bed. “Hurt a bit?” The redhead nodded, biting her lip. Pansy pulled back a little and then pushed further in, drawing another muffled yelp. She had to admit this did feel incredible. Even tighter than the virgin pussy she had fucked just yesterday. She pushed all the way home, oblivious to the sharp moans that it provoked. She might even let Harry do this to her again, she thought as she started to fuck the tight arse in front of her. He might have to give it up occasionally in return of course, she thought with a smile. She looked up at the object of her affections, and realised he was getting some attention of his own. His eyes were closed as Daphne sucked his cock back to hardness. Just then she felt Daphne’s arse squeezing her, the muscles rippling as she moaned into Harry’s cock, yet another orgasm tearing through her.
“You’re really getting off on this aren’t you Daph?” she asked as she pounded into her back door. “You actually like it up the shitter, don’t you?” There was no answer beyond a moan as the girl continued sucking Harry’s dick.
“I think your friend is a bit of a whore, Pansy,” he spoke up. “A total fucking slut.”
Pansy nodded. She could feel a second orgasm of her own approaching. “Oh shit,” she muttered, suddenly realising she was right there. She rammed herself as deep into Daphne as she could, sending reams of cum into her bowels with a moan. She held herself there as she spent the whole lot inside her, pulling out as the fake cock started to soften. Daphne’s anus gaped at her, and the redhead moaned as it tried to return to its original size, squeezing out the oversized load of cum as it did so. Pansy followed Harry’s lead and landed a ringing slap on one of her buttocks as she moved away.
“You ready to go again?” she asked him. He nodded.
“You?” he asked in return, noticing her slowly softening cock. She grinned at him.
“It doesn’t take nearly as much to get this back up,” she said, stroking it gently. Within seconds it responded, starting to stiffen once more. “See?”
“Lucky girl,” he commented, pushing Daphne’s head off him and getting off the bed. Pansy lay down on her back, and tapped her hips. “On you get Daph,” she said, her intention clear. Daphne was clearly exhausted now, but managed to climb over her friend, who positioned herself at her entrance and then let her simply sink down on top of her. She looked into her eyes as she reached between them and brushed her clit with her thumb, making the girl close her eyes with a moan. They shot open again as Harry climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself behind her again.
“No, please,” she breathed. “Not both at once, please!”
Both of them ignored her, Harry pushing slowing into the arse that Pansy had so recently vacated. Pansy watched the range of expressions that flooded Daphne’s face, her face stretched in a rictus as she tried to adjust to the feeling of a cock in her pussy and her arse at the same time. Without waiting for her to get used to it, Harry started to fuck her, slowly at first, but then building up speed. Pansy let him get going then joined in as best she could, feeling his movement through the thin wall separating them in their two different holes.
“Tell me when, Harry,” she said over the moans that were coming from Daphne. She felt her pussy clutching at her as she came once more, Pansy’s thumb giving her clit no relief at all.
Daphne endured two more orgasms as she was double fucked before Harry nodded to Pansy. “Ready?” he asked. She nodded. She’d been trying to move as little as possible for the last minute or so so that they could finish together as they had planned. He pulled out, and Pansy felt the sudden decrease in pressure around her cock as Daphne’s body got a lot emptier. Daphne was simply pulled off her with a slurp, and Harry helped her into a kneeling position on the bed, her feet under her butt.
“Citricum Augere,” he muttered at the same time as Pansy said, “Maxi,”.
Daphne looked up at them both as the stroked themselves, their dicks pointing at her face.
Harry was first to cum, magically enhanced amounts of sperm splashing onto Daphne’s face and hair. Seeing this brought Pansy over the edge too, and spurts of the fake cum draped themselves over Daphne’s body and mixed with Harry’s. Soon there was very little of Daphne that wasn’t coated in a layer of sticky white fluid. Her face was almost completely covered as were her tits, and it had run down her body to pool between her legs. Stepping back, their surveyed their handiwork.
“Nice,” pronounced Harry. “But I should be getting back. I’ll leave her with you?”
Pansy nodded. “I’ll get her back to the dorm. Somehow,” she added as Daphne fell to one side, ignoring them completely and not even bothering to wipe any of the cum from her body.
Harry dressed and gave Pansy a goodbye kiss. “Thanks for helping me get my own back,” he said with a smile.
“Anytime,” she returned. “Just don’t get used to the idea of a threesome,” she winked. He laughed and headed out. Pansy removed the sex toy from her body, dressed and then turned to Daphne. She was still caked in cum, and Pansy really wanted to leave her like that for when she woke up. If only there was a door directly into the dorm, she thought. Just as she thought that, a door appeared in the wall nearest them. Curious, she went and opened it, and gasped as she realised it led into their dorm! “Room, you are brilliant,” she exclaimed as she surveyed the mess in front of her. With a flick of her wand and the right incantation she cancelled the horniness hex she’d cast on her a couple of days ago, then levitated her gently into the room. Fortunately it was still empty, the others obviously still in the common room. Pulling the curtains shut around her, she headed back to the room. She at least had better arrive the normal way. She closed the door and watched it melt away before heading back out into the corridor and the main castle.
The next morning at breakfast, Pansy watched as Daphne walked gingerly up to the table, sitting down with a wince.
“Morning,” she commented blandly.
“Morning,” returned Daphne without looking at her. There was a few seconds of silence as she loaded her plate. “You’re a complete fucking bitch, you know that don’t you?”
Pansy nodded amiably and waved her fork around in vague acknowledgement.
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed through a mouthful of eggs. She swallowed. “Yes, I know. But next time, if you want to play with my toys, ask first,” she said in an entirely reasonable tone of voice.
“Fine,” replied Daphne slightly sourly. Pansy looked at her.
“Admit it though,” she said. “It was fucking hot. How many times did you cum?”

“I don’t remember,” said Daphne without looking at her. “A few.”
“So many times that you passed out,” reminded Pansy.
“Yes, while covered in spunk too,” said Daphne. “You could have fucking cleaned me up.”
“Well it was a punishment,” she reminded her. “I’ll clean you up next time,” she said with a wicked look.
Daphne blushed. “Careful,” she said, looking at her for the first time. “I’ll hold you to that.”
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