"I should have been looking where I was going." Harry shook his head, looking at the gorgeous Chinese babe before him. She was born and raised in Britain, but her mother's family came from China, giving Cho her exotic features. Cho was tall and slender, about Harry's height with slim curves and perky breasts. The raven-haired girl had brown eyes and a friendly smile.
"I'm serious, don't worry about it. It is your birthday, after all." Cho smiled kindly, "Happy Birthday, by the way."
"Thank you." Harry said, and then looked at Cho more seriously.
"I wanted to thank you for standing up for me last year." Harry thanked her just like he had Angelina.
"Oh, don't even mention it. I know you're not some kind of Muggleborn-hunting madman. You destroyed You-Know-Who, for Merlin's sake. You're the last person who'd do something like that." Cho said firmly, "Those people who said you were a monster, they're idiots."
"Thanks, Cho." Harry said, touched by the older girl's vehement defense of him.
"I already said don't mention it." Cho smiled. Damn did she have a pretty smile.
"You got it." Harry said, and turned around to keep looking for Daphne, but then Cho blurted his name.
He turned back towards the beautiful Asian girl.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Do you want to get a drink?" Cho asked. Harry considered that.
"Yeah, let's do it. I know where Mum keeps the good firewhiskey." Harry grinned. Cho gave a surprised giggle.
"I just meant some of the punch, but that definitely works too." Cho said, and Harry extended his hand. Cho hesitated a little, but then she slid her fingers through his.
Harry led Cho through the huge crowd, and several women, unbeknownst to Harry, shot jealous looks at Cho as she passed by holding hands with Harry Potter.
Among these women was somebody who Harry would be very surprised to see jealous of Cho. He didn't even think this particular woman was remotely interested in him.
Unfortunately for Harry, he did not notice this jealousy.
Harry and Cho entered into the kitchen, and Harry was surprised to find Daphne there.
"There you are." Harry exclaimed, looking at Daphne, "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Clearly." Daphne said, eyeing up Cho, but then she shook her head, "No, I was talking with your mum. She helped me feel better about some issues I was working through."
Harry nodded, and looked apologetically at Cho.
"No firewhiskey?" Cho asked lightly. Harry shook his head.
"Not right now, I'm afraid. Rain check?" Harry asked. Cho smiled.
"Definitely." she enthused, then said a quick goodbye to Harry and Daphne before leaving the kitchen.
"Alright, so what issues did you need help with?" Harry asked in concern. Daphne couldn't help getting warm inside at the genuine worry in his voice.
"My jealousy, mostly. I can be a raging bitch sometimes, and I'm sorry." Daphne said.
"No, Daph, you're not. Not a bitch, I meant, not that you're not sorry." Harry hastened to amend, "I love you so much, and it must be hard for you to feel the same way about me and watch me with other girls. I know I'd lose my mind with jealousy if you did the same with any guys, and I don't know what miracle made you agree to this very one-sided relationship."
"I'm going to be your wife one day, Harry." Daphne smiled lovingly, "What sort of wife would I be if I didn't let you have fun with any women you wanted?"
"Well then what kind of husband am I if I don't let you do the same?" Harry questioned.
"You're right. I should be able to sleep with whoever I want." Daphne nodded. Fear built up inside Harry's chest, until she charged forwards, threw herself against Harry and kissed him passionately.
"It's you. You're the only man I've ever and will ever want." Daphne vowed, "And I know you can't say the same back to me, but so long as you love me, I don't give a damn. Take me, right here."
"On the kitchen counter?" Harry groaned.
"Yes." Daphne panted, and Harry eagerly pulled at her sexy dark-green dress, yanking the straps down her shoulders and dragging it down her torso until the dress' top half was hanging down her waist, and her beautiful breasts in their lacy dark green bra were on full display.
"That's an expensive bra." Harry noticed.
"Call me an optimist." Daphne moaned as Harry started groping her full tits. She was very proud of her rack, but she'd never been prouder of it as when she saw how much Harry loved it.
How much he loved her.
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It took less than a minute for Harry and Daphne to hastily strip each other down, and Harry's eyes roved Daphne's beautiful body, fully nude. Her perky nipples kept attracting Harry's gaze, but everything about her was breathtaking.
"I can't believe I waited this long." Harry muttered disbelievingly.
"Me either." Daphne murmured, her eyes on Harry's large cock. It wasn't anything unusually big for an adult man, though it was a decent bit larger than the average, but on a fourteen year old, his dick looked very, very impressive.
Harry walked closer to Daphne, his cock pointing out eagerly.
Daphne whimpered as Harry's arms wrapped around her, and their naked bodies pressed together as they kissed.
Daphne's tits mashed against Harry's chest, and his cock pressed up against her stomach.
"Ooh…" Daphne gasped, "It's so big."
"Imagine it inside you." Harry grunted, his hands moving to cup Daphne's ass.
"I need it in me now." Daphne said urgently.
"No foreplay?" Harry wondered innocently. Daphne pressed her lips firmly to his, and her tongue slid into Harry's mouth. Harry enjoyed Daphne's tongue playing with his, and noticed how her tongue tried to dominate his.
"I've never been the kind of girl to beat around the bush." Daphne purred, her lips very briefly leaving his. Harry grabbed Daphne by the hips and lifted her up onto the counter. Daphne instantly spread her legs for him, and Harry put his hands on her thighs, lining up for his cock's entrance.
"Do it." Daphne pleaded. Harry rather enjoyed how pleading she sounded. It wasn't her usual voice, and he liked that she shared the vulnerability with him.
"If you insist." Harry whispered, and plunged inside Daphne's tight pussy, groaning all the while at how tight she was.
She was by far the tightest pussy he had ever fucked, beating out even Ginny. How was that possible? Both girls were virgins, so what made Daphne tighter?
Daphne's loud moans instantly filled the kitchen as Harry pounded into her. Harry's mind was far too clouded with pleasure to bother about that and solve the problem by casting some kind of sound shield around them, so the sounds of skin slapping against skin and of pleasured screams were perfectly audible to anyone passing by the kitchen door.
Neither teen cared, too lost in their own pleasure.
To Daphne, Harry's cock inside her felt like heaven, like sex dreams and fantasies come true. He seemed to fill her up perfectly, and the size of him was big enough to drive her mad with pleasure.
To Harry, fucking Daphne felt incredible. She wasn't his first fuck, but he had an intense emotional connection to her, and the love they had for each other was evident in the sex. He wouldn't even call Daphne his best fuck, but she might just be his favorite, dethroning Lily.
"I love you." Harry groaned, timing each word with a hard thrust into his betrothed's dripping entrance.
"I love y- ah! you too!" Daphne moaned breathlessly. She had never sounded hotter. Her voice was unusually high pitched, too.
Daphne began to shake wildly with orgasm, her hips bucking erratically. Her whole sexy body arched and a shriek of ecstasy fled from her mouth as she wriggled about on Harry's cock, her eyes glazing over in utter euphoria.
Harry's name burst from her lips, an involuntary cry.
Harry very much enjoyed seeing Daphne's orgasm take place, and his own explosion was close, but not yet here.
Daphne slowly came down off her pleasure high to discover Harry was still pounding her pussy, which was much easier thanks to the juices everywhere.
Harry grabbed Daphne's hips and tugged her flush against him, standing upright so Daphne's ass was no longer on the counter but instead sat in his hands, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Daphne bounced eagerly on his cock as Harry thrust up into her, and the wet sound of sex filled the kitchen.
"Bloody… hell!" Daphne shouted.
"I'm gonna cum." Harry grunted.
"Don't… ah… stop on my account." Daphne panted.
Harry growled in pleasure as Daphne sank down as low as she could on his cock, and her blue eyes met his green.
Harry leaned in and kissed Daphne hotly on the mouth, and the instant their lips touched, Harry's fertile seed spurted up into Daphne's recently deflowered pussy.
She clung to him as his cum filled her up, and Daphne mewled like a kitten at the warmth of Harry's seed inside her.
"I love you." Harry said tenderly.
"I love you, too." Daphne smiled lovingly, and they kissed deeply.
Harry staggered over to the counter and grabbed Daphne's wand off the counter, touched it to her hip, and spoke the contraceptive charm. After Cassie and Fleur, he had to learn sometime.
"Good call." Daphne murmured, and leaned her forehead on the top of Harry's shoulder.
"You look tired. I'm guessing no round two?" Harry joked, giving Daphne's ass a squeeze.
"I'm not even sure I can walk out of this kitchen. You fucked me like a madman." Daphne groaned. Harry blinked. Had he fucked her hard? He didn't feel like he had put that much force into his thrusts.
Then, Harry felt a strange ghostly touch upon his skin, and then a phantom weight against his back, like… well, it almost felt like breasts pressing against his back. Large ones, too.
"You're on the right track." a sultry voice spoke clearly in his ear.
It appeared Isis' blessing had manifested tonight, giving Daphne an insanely good time.