Reception of Harry's comeback had gone over well with the others. If anything, some of them got more intense and strange with their requests. Angelina Johnson insisted Harry shove a broom up her ass, Susan Bones was ecstatic to try some naked Yoga, and the list of things that Lavender Brown wanted to do was enormous. Everyone wanted time with him and it was getting exhausting to deal with the backlog of work. When he first agreed to Tonks' proposal of being the Health Class Assistant Teacher, he had no idea that it would be so taxing. Harry needed a nice, relaxing spot to calm his nerves and take his mind off his responsibilities. Fortunately, being Quidditch captain, he knew just the place.
Arriving at the Prefect's Bathroom, Harry discarded his clothes, not even bothering to cover up with a robe. He had long since gotten used to other people seeing his schlong at the bathroom thanks to the charms cast within it. It was decided a while ago that all Prefects and Quidditch Captains who entered would be "drive-less," rendering them civil while bathing. Additionally, all recollections of their time at the bath thereafter would be remembered as clinical rather than provocative. The staff at Hogwarts were required to place said charms on this room after the multiple offenses. It seemed that the original crafters of the room did not account for the hormonal tendencies that might occur when naked teenagers are left alone in a room together.
Harry could already hear the sounds of another girl currently using the pool. Probably Hannah or Hermione, and despite his relations with the two, he could not have been more flaccid. Even before his Eighth year, he had seen the two of them nude before while bathing, but never did he truly grasp the novelty until recently. He was thankful that never once did he find himself in the company of Pansy Parkinson, that witch (In this context, 'witch' being in reference to the fact that she was a nasty, loathsome person and not just that she was a literal witch). In any case, Harry rounded the corner and found the gigantic grounded tub along with it's occupant. He flinched in surprise, not expecting to ever find her here.
"Daphne?!", yelped Harry. The man caught only a glimpse of her enormous breasts bobbing in the water before she screeched and covered them with her arms. "Harry!", she cried, "I didn't know anyone would be coming this late." Although curious about how someone who was neither a Head Girl or Captain had access to the bath, Harry was too distracted by how beautiful she was to question it. Getting a hold of himself, Harry turned around to give her privacy, "Sorry, you can finish whenever you want. I'm leaving." "Wait!", she shouted, making Harry stop in his tracks. Being a little playful, Daphne said, "You could…join me if you wanted."
"I mean, it's not like it's anything you haven't seen before," she said, referring back to their three-way with Hermione. Moving her arms to her sides, Daphne gestured for him to join her enticingly. Not wanting to keep a lady waiting, Harry turned back around and slipped into the tub across from her. He could see her entire magnificent body in plain view. The way her buxom figure curved into a natural hourglass with a choice ass and perfectly round breasts made Harry feel tense in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. At least in this bath. "Oh, don't be so shy, let's close the distance a little," teased Daphne as she swam the length of the pool to sit beside him.
Being up close, he got an nice view at her legendary rack inches away from his face. His eyes were transfixed as she leaned against him, mashing her boob into his arm. The way her nipples poked out made him want to squeeze them so hard. He looked up into her eyes to find she was intimately close to him. She said, "You know, seeing your face up-close, I never did realize just how handsome you were til now." Her flattery did things to his body, and in no time, his member breeched the surface of the water. Daphne could see that her allure had made Harry rock hard, his tip poking out like an tiny island in a vast ocean.
Harry also saw his erection and promptly became confused. "Okay, wait a second, why do I have this?", he said, pointing at his dick. Getting annoyed, Daphne remarked, "Did you really just say that?" "No, I'm serious," he persisted, "Why am I getting aroused? That shouldn't be possible in this room, there are charms and everything." "I don't know what you're talking about," she conversed, "I've been peckish ever since I got here." His curiosity peaked, Harry asked, "Speaking of which, how did you get access to this room?" "Pansy told me," explained Daphne, "She's been sneaking the password to all her friends."
"Of course she does," he said, throwing up his hands in frustration, "Of course she doesn't take any of this Prefect stuff seriously." Daphne added, "Not sure what that has to do with your hard-on though. Are you sure this place is charmed?" "Yes," he insisted, "And even if you weren't a Prefect, you still shouldn't..be…" His eyes widened, the solution suddenly becoming clear in his mind. "All these charms, and it's been broken so easily," he irked, slapped his forehead in disbelief, "The tunnel-vision is staggering." "What are you on about?", fumed Daphne. "You're not a Prefect," Harry exhaled, "The charm only targets Prefects and Quidditch Captains."
He began to chuckle, "I cannot believe that nobody thought this through." Harry had a full-on giggle-fit while Daphne remained perplexed, "But that still doesn't explain why you aren't effected." Winding down, Harry panted, "Angelina's been Captain for the past few weeks since I halted my extracurricular activities. I must not be back in the system yet." Regaining his composure, even he was surprised at how long he laughed at that. Resuming her seduction, she said, "So what you're saying is, this could be the only time we're allowed to have fun in here." She was more interested in restarting their fun than mulling over magical rules any longer.
"I suppose you're correct," he poised, leaning in close to her face, "What did you have in mind?" Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Daphne extended her hand behind Harry and wormed it around his waist. She clutched his dick in her hand and began pumping. Harry groaned with pleasure and formulated an idea of his own. Tilting further, he placed his lips on her's before prying them open and slipping his tongue inside. Daphne found the invasion quite pleasant and returned the favor with her own tongue, continuing to stroke his cock the entire time. His hand reached her flushed nethers and gently pet them, making her moan in his mouth.
The warm water soothed their souls while their bodies cried for more. Harry drove his fingers deeper into Daphne, plunging her depths and making the girl quiver. Her hand jerked his length faster, desperate to see him shoot his seed sky-high. The two acted as a self-sustained cumming machine, feeding off each other's work to give their partner pleasure. Daphne kept her eyes trained on the tip of his cock, she wanted to see what it looked like when that massive load erupted. Rummaging through her mouth, Harry discovered to his wondrous delight that a woman's tongue could, indeed, taste like peppermint.
He felt like he could kiss her for hours, shame then that his time of arrival was fast approaching. Daphne's chasm gripped tighter around Harry's digits, searching for anything sturdy enough to gnaw on. They were both on the verge of orgasm, tensing up and clinging to one another. Pleasure shoot up Daphne's back, making her gush like a broken fire hydrant. She seized up so hard that she almost forgot to watch Harry's orgasm. His cum violently burst out of his dick in long rope-like strands, arcing right over their heads and spatting the ceiling above them. Feeling the wave wash over her, Daphne slid her body back into the water with an elevated sigh. Her arm grabbed Harry and pulled him in for a soggy snuggle.
In this brief moment, she looked like a normal girl and not the untouchable paragon of purity that she'd been sold as. He kissed Daphne on the cheek and made her blush. They'd only gotten settled in the water for a few seconds when they heard the bathroom door creak open. Panicked, Daphne's first instinct was to dive below the water and hide. Confused, Harry asked, "What are you doing?" Daphne popped up and shushed him, "No one can know about us." He was still confused, but the dread in her voice made him understand that whatever was bothering her, it meant a lot and decided to play along. She dove back under and lied perfectly still.
Harry acted quickly and released a special valve, filling the tub with soap bubbles in the hope that it would provide cover without looking too suspicious. Thankfully, the bubbles hid Daphne just in time before a stark naked Hermione and Hannah rounded the corner. The two prefects of their respective houses were looking for a relaxing dip in the tub before going to bed. Looking at them now, Harry truly realized just how much the charm had been clouding his mind up til now. They were gorgeous, and the idea of being naked in a tub with two hot chicks was putting him on edge. "Oh, hey Harry," greeted Hermione, uncharacteristically reserved about his state of undress. "I hope you don't mind us joining you this late," said the blonde Hannah Abbott.
He did his best to keep calm and pretend he was still under the charm's effects, "Of course not." Undeterred, the two stepped into the tub and sat right beside Harry on either side, forcing Daphne between Harry's legs to keep her presence hidden. With the soapy water, Daphne was forced to close her eyes and cut off her vision. It also quickly became apparent to her that she did not think this plan through at all and was running low on air. She communicated her situation to Harry by touching his leg with her finger and drawing the letters, A I R, trusting that he would feel what she wrote and piece the word together.
Thinking fast, Harry slyly slipped his hand under the water, felt for her Daphne's forehead, and wrote, T R U S T M E, before stepping out of the tub. Daphne was in a panic; now she was blind, running low on air, and potentially left behind. She had no choice but to have faith in Harry and believe that he will come through somehow. "Where are you going?", asked Hannah. He hastily responded, "I just need to get something and I'll be right back." Harry power-walked to where he left his clothes, knowing that was where he left his wand. Pilfering through his pants and successfully located the item, only to notice a new problem; how in the world was he going to sneak it past the girls while also completely naked.
Moments later, Hannah and Hermione saw Harry casually walk back to the pool with nothing in hand. "Sorry, thought I had it with me, guess I didn't bring it after all," he vaguely explained the non-existent away, "It was stupid anyway, doesn't matter. Forget I said anything." Just out of the girls' sight, Harry had clenched his wand between his buttocks. Unfortunately, that would only get him so far, as they would clearly notice the protrusion from his ass if he got any closer. Scanning the area, Harry searched for anything else that would draw their attention away from him, if for but a brief moment. Looking at Hermione, Harry was struck with inspiration: play to their vanity.
"Hermione, have your breasts been getting bigger lately?", he pointed. "I know, right," she responded, checking out her mammaries, "The pregnancy has been doing all kinds of things to my body." While Hermione and Hannah were busy analyzing her body, Harry stealthily sat back in the tub without anyone noticing the wand. Reaching for his behind, he kept his wand below the waters surface and concentrated on a non-verbal charm, 'Ventus Apparatus.' Just then, Daphne felt a small bubble formed around her lips and expand to fit over her entire mouth. She finally took a breath as the bubble grew bigger on her face, comfortably covering her nose as well as her eyes as a make-shift helmet.
The bubble-head charm he saw used by Fleur Delacour in the Mermaid Challenge of the Triwizard Tournament. After researching so long for a way to breath underwater, only for her to show up with a stupidly simple solution he'd just missed, Harry made sure to memorize it by heart from then on. Daphne's erratic breaths grew more eased, actually being able to see what was going on really helped calm her down. Harry gave her a thumbs up and handed his wand to her for safe-keeping. Now all she had to do now was stay low and wait it out.
Hannah swam over to Hermione's side and copped a feel of her breast, inspecting it's size and firmness. "Harry, can I get a second opinion of this?", called Hannah. "A-a-what now?", he stuttered, trying not to focus on Hermione's boobs. "You've had the most hands-on exposure with her body, could you help me evaluate just how big she's gotten?", she said. Up til now, Harry had been trying his damnedest to stay flaccid the entire time around the others, but Daphne could tell from the twitches that his erection could only stay down for so long. His boner was inevitable.
Keeping up the act, Harry swam beside Hermione and copped a feel. He wasn't fibbing, Hermione really had gotten bigger, not tremendously, but enough to excite him at the worst possible time. Daphne saw his penis slowly begin to rise, strained by Harry's refusal to let it cum. She knew that she had to do something before the others saw or they were going to start asking questions about why the charm wasn't effecting him, and that would lead to an inspection of the room. The underwater witch grabbed hold of Harry's phallus and forced it down, preserving his deception. "I'd say she's grown a few centimeters in volume," evaluated Harry. "I wonder how much I'd grow," asked Hannah, "You know, when the baby comes."
"Don't tell me you're pregnant, too," teased Hermione. "Well, I never use protection and Harry certainly isn't a man known for pulling out, so I'd say the chance is fair," she grinned. Daphne could've sworn she saw Harry's balls churn; whether on purpose or not, Hannah was feeding his baby-making fetish. The blonde witch scooped a hand-full of soap bubbles and lathered them on her chest before crawling over Hermione to Harry's side. "Could you help me get all the hard-to-see spots?", requested Hannah. Knowing he would blow his cover otherwise, Harry had no choice but act like a eunuch and soap her breasts like he was ambivalent to the experience.
Under the water, Daphne could see he was anything but. It was almost like the act of potentially getting caught was a huge turn-on or something. Daphne silently groaned, realizing that's exactly what it was and that she'd discovered another of Harry's fetishes at the worst time. His dick was going crazy, ready burst at any time. Trying to hold it down was hard enough until Hermione got the bright idea to soap her own tits and ask Harry for the same thing as well. Moving onto the next girl, Harry fondled and cupped her well-rounded breasts, which did nothing to help the downstairs situation.
The conniving pair were at their wit's end, there was not stopping Harry's orgasm and Daphne was about to be shamed for life. With no other choice, she shoved his cock down her throat and let him wear her like a sleeve. Feeling the fellatio engulf him, Harry quickly understood what Daphne's plan was, and admired her for the ingenuity. Having no need to worry about giving away the goose, he collected himself and continued washing Hermione's body, all while discreetly cumming down Daphne's throat. This was the first time she'd ever sucked cock, but she took to it like a duck to water.
For the next half hour, Daphne continuously drank Harry's cum, alleviating his stiffies whenever they popped up. As the girls prattled on, Harry respectfully agreed with whatever they were chatting about, enjoying himself with the endless blowjobs. Hermione and Hannah remained in the dark the entire time, completely oblivious to what was happening just below the surface. Eventually, the witches decided it was finally time to leave and exited the pool. Harry waited for their footsteps to scamper away and for the door to creak closed before tapping Daphne's shoulder. "Ugh," she burst out of the water, "I thought they'd never leave." "Now will you tell me what the heck that was all about," Harry chastised.
Daphne turned away from him, too embarrassed to say, "It's not easy being a noble. Everyone has so many expectations of you, and you have to meet them all or else you're seen as a failure." Harry couldn't help but relate to those feelings, being born attached to a prophecy with constant peers watching over him had been hard on him as well. She confessed, "The truth is…..I like dick. I like getting fucked by a strapping young man and being taken from behind. But if anyone were to find out about my vices, I would most likely get disowned." Harry was shocked, he knew pure-blood families were up-tight, but this was the first time he'd heard anything so extreme.
"That's awful," he reacted, "You don't deserve anything like that." "Ha," she scoffed, "There's tons of students who would love to take a snooty pure-blood down a peg, including your best friend." "But that's way too far," said Harry, "No one should get kicked out of their own family." "You wanna know what life is like back home, I'm treated like property," she bawled, "Dressed in silks and carted off to parties, they present me like I'm friggin' live-stock. My parents have been trying to get me married off since I was 12. If they find out about you and me, they won't hesitate to cut me loose. I don't know what I'd do if I were my own." Before she knew it herself, Daphne was shedding tears, covering her face in shame.
She hadn't planned on being so open with Harry, and now she came out looking like a pathetic welp. He leaned in and lowered her hands so he could see her tear-stricken face. Daphne looked into his loving eyes and felt safe being near him, like he was the only person she could rely on in this world. She couldn't help but plant another kiss on his lips; not an intense one like before, but a simple one, innocent in nature. Parting from him, Daphne felt like a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. He placed a hand on her cheek and said, "Don't worry, if worse comes to worse, I'll provide for you."
The girl was staggered, if she didn't know any better, that almost sounded like a proposal. "You know I'm not exactly the nicest girl, right" said Daphne, drying her eyes, "You might end up resenting me." "Are you trying to drive me away?", he teased. "I'm just saying, now's the time to back out if you wanted to," she persisted. "You heard what she said," Harry pressed his body against her's, "I never pull out." With the utterance of those words, Daphne had only one response, "Do me. Now." She turned around and bent over, presented her round ass to his face. "Make me scream," she commanded.
Harry was now obligated to grant her request and make Daphne cum super hard. Grabbing hold of her waist, he aimed his stiff cock into the folds of her pussy and jammed it in. Daphne felt Harry fill her with his meaty pole at an agonizingly slow pace, pushing and shoving his way into her tight hole all the way to the back. Feeling him reach the end of the line, Daphne braced herself for Harry's assault on her cervix. He pounded her pussy as hard as he could, ramming it in with the force of a sledgehammer. The girl's creamy flesh made loud slapping sounds in the room as her ass rippled with every thrust.
Oh, how she'd missed this cock. Memories of her first encounter with Harry came flooding back to her head, the way he'd stolen her virginity as well as her heart. With that said, Daphne was a little grateful that she had Harry all to herself this time around. She tried to keep her jaw clenched shut, but her trembling lips failed her and ended up belting out a note of divine euphoria. Once the moans started, they couldn't stop. Daphne had been reduced to nothing more than an animal in heat, endlessly wailing about his big, enormous cock and how good it felt. Harry could only imagine how the Daphne of a few minutes ago would react to seeing herself right now.
Her insides acted like a vice-grip, trapping him in her pussy, unable to exit even if he wanted to. Daphne's tits smooshed on the titled floor, allowing her a nice cushion to be plowed on. Harry grabbed her shoulder and bent her upward, allowing him to seize her breasts with both hands and massage them. He whispered in her ear, "Have you ever measured these things? They look bigger than your head." "I know," she cried, "I've broken so many bras with them, it's so embarrassing." "I think they're beautiful," said Harry, still rubbing. "Aww, that feels so good," she squealed, "Keep doing that."
Continuing his cunt punts, Harry multi-tasked with her pussy while working her breasts at the same time. Deep, breathy howls escaped Daphne's throat, making Harry want to join in with some grunts of his own. As far as the young witch was concerned, the entire school could be watching her right now and she wouldn't care; she needed to cum NOW, and so did Harry. His balls had been used all day, but for some reason, it was as if his body knew that this load was more important than all the previous ones before it that afternoon.
Harry pumped and pumped into Daphne, her nethers running slick with desire. The astonishing girth made Daphne believe her walls would never close again. "Do it," she yelled, "Cum inside me, cum inside me! I neeeeedddd yyooouuuuuu!" With one final push, her dam burst and she came all over his dick. A second later, she felt him cum too, spreading his seed deep inside her womb. Like a true Gryffindor, he bellowed a lion's roar as he came, giving Daphne the impression that she had just tamed a beast. Her legs twitched and quivered and was about to fall over when Harry caught her and propped her up on his broad shoulder.
The seed he deposited inside her began to drip from her crevices. Helping her down, the two lay on the floor of the bathroom, snuggled in each other's arms. She touched her vagina and found that the area around it was quite sore, "I can't believe it, you broke my pussy," she exclaimed. "And I'd do it again," said Harry as he kissed her on the nose. "He he," Daphne chuckled, "Can't wait." "Me neither," came another voice as someone shot out of the water, "That was pretty spicy." Daphne looked as if she'd seen a ghost, watching a naked Myrtle doing the backstroke in the bath.
"How much of that did you see?", Daphne yelled. "Honestly, I'm not quite sure," she teased, "Memory can get a little fuzzy when you're dead. Although, it's starting to come back to me. Perhaps if someone were to fuck my brains out before I remembered, I might just forget altogether. What do ya' say?" Myrtle sauntered closer to Harry with a seductive look in her eye. Unfortunately, what made a 14-year old Harry hot and bothered years prior was not what turned on the same man today. While Harry had grown older in the past 5 years, Myrtle had remained the same age she died in, 14, which was a biiiiiiiiiiiiig nope.
"No no, please Myrtle, no," he recoiled, averting his eyes and trying not to get aroused by the literal underaged girl. "Pfff, rude," berated Myrtle, "Fine, you damn howler monkeys, keep your secrets." The ghost girl floated out of the pool before fading into the wall, "But mark my words, I'm coming for that dick. You'll seeeeee…," and she faded away. The two terrified and spent hotties were left alone in the bathroom. "Well, I don't trust her," said Daphne. "It should be fine," reassured Harry, "I think being moody just comes with the territory of being a ghost." "I'm serious, this can never get out," she harped.
"Myrtle's a prankster, but she'd never sell anyone out," explained Harry. "I'd be more concerned if anyone else found us," he said within earshot of Pansy Parkinson from behind the corner. Oh, she could use this, she could use this well.