Fic: Snake Eyes (Harry/Daphne)
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lightofdayeTitle: Snake Eyes
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: ~1,600
Content:PWP, casual sex, sex exchange, femdom, cunnilingus, dirty talk, masturbation, handjob
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry's luck runs out as Daphne takes charge of him.
A/n: art of my "8th Year Oral" series following on from Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other, Two Threes and The Hard Six . Since Harry topped Pansy last time, it seemed right to put him on the other side of that here. I've got a definite end for the series in mind taking up another couple of fics.
- - -
Harry Potter was in serious trouble, he'd been walking down the corridor minding his own business when a firm grip seized him and propelled him bodily into a broom cupboard.
Stumbling over some worn brooms, for cleaning rather than flying, Harry swore and turned to face the person who'd grabbed him. There was single flickering lantern in the room and it illuminated a woman in Slytherin colours. She had waves of golden blonde hair that felt to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes and delicate features that would have been cute if not for the sharp look on her face.
"Ah… hello, Daphne?" Harry said.
Daphne Greengrass was one of Pansy Parkinson's gang of girls, outside of that context Harry didn't think he'd exchanged words with her at all.
Daphne waved her wand. The light in the room brightened and steadied and the room seemed to expand so they could both easily stand in it.
"Potter," She said, firmly. "You know what this is about."
"I don't," said Harry, warily. He was lying of course. It was exactly a secret what most of the girls wanted from him these days. Susan, Parvati and Lavender, Pansy Parkinson: all of them had enjoyed his oral skills in exchange for reciprocal attention.
"Oh shut up and get down there," said Daphne.
"What do-" Harry began.
"Get down on your knees," Daphne snapped.
Something about the tone of voice made, Harry's knees weaken. He didn't know Daphne, didn't have the same dislike of her that he did of Pansy Parkinson, no reason to resist that command. His legs sagged and he practically collapsed into a kneeling position.
"Oh shit," Daphne swore. "You actually did it."
Harry's face felt incredible hot and he opened his mouth to say something. Daphne ran a hand through his hair, combing her fingers through it almost gently.
"No, that's good," she said, "that's good. You look nice on your knees, Potter."
He didn't think he could blush harder, but he did. Harry's mouth was dry and his heart was hammering in his chest.
Standing almost over him, Daphne let her robes fall open and pulled up her skirt with her free hand. She'd come be prepared, Harry though, in that she wasn't wearing any knickers and at the juncture of her shapely legs, she was shaved smooth aside from a V shape of blonde hair pointing at her pussy.
Harry felt Daphne's grip on his hair tighten and she tugged him forward to his face collided with her mound, those sparse hairs tickling at his chin.
"Well?" Daphne demanded. "Get to it then. If you do it well it enough and maybe I'll return the favour."
That's not how this works Harry thought but with his face buried in her cunt there didn't seem to be much point arguing. Instead he nuzzled and kissed Daphne's mound, it wasn't an effective technique as far as he knew but it was exactly where she had put him and who was he to argue?
"Hmmm," Daphne chuckled huskily. "You can do better than that, can't you Potter? That's everyone says. I'd hate think it's just because they haven't been eaten out properly before."
She leant back against the cupboard wall and spread her legs a little wider. Harry probably should have waited, he realised but instead curiosity got the better of him. He leant in and ran the tip of his tongue over her pussy. There was a faint tart taste to Daphne that intrigued Harry and he started licking at her cunt in earnest. Harry lapped at her, his tongue delving a little deeper as he did so. Daphne's grip on his hair tightened still further and Harry thought her breathing was quickened.
"Oh you are eager aren't you," Daphne crowed and her voice was still steady and maddeningly superior, "just dove right in didn't you."
Harry start to employ some of the tricks he'd learnt over the course of the year; he zigged and zagged his tongue inside her entrance, prying apart her pussy, he thrust his tongue as deep as it would go, hardening it like a miniature cock for maximum effect, and he made sure to pay as much attention to her clit as possible.
He thought he was getting somewhere. Daphne was definitely getting wetter at least, the taste of her was flooding his mouth and nose and her breathing was fast and shallow. Harry let himself thing he might actually be succeeding when Daphne's hand on the top of his head dragged him out of her cunt.
"Fuck, it's true, isn't it?" She said her blue eyes transfixed him. "You'll get between anyone's legs for the asking. You little slut."
"I'm not a slut." Harry said, panting.
"That's why you're down there, desperately trying to please someone you barely know?" Daphne said with a laugh. "You're really turned on by this aren't you?"
She rocked his head down and up in a little nod and laughed again.
"Well, whip it out Potter, let's see what you're working with."
Harry stared up at her. Almost of their own accord his hand moved to undo his trousers, pull down his flies and pull out his cock. Only as he did so did he realised he was completely hard.
Daphne cocked her head, perhaps a little surprised.
"Not bad after all. You can touch yourself, just in case you need that later on."
She pushed his head back down onto her and Harry started lapping at her cunt again, one hand working his cock as he did so. She got going much more quickly this time. Both her hands were buried in his hair, teasing and combing through it as he pushed his tongue deep into her.
Unconsciously, Harry matched the speed of his jacking hand the pace of his licking. His pace at both quickening as Daphne moaned and gasped in delight.
"Fuck that's it, good boy, good boy" Daphne said and Harry felt that flushed and glow of pleasure again.
Once again he thought he was getting her close, when she pulled him away. She gave him a wink that seem to say this was more of a frustration for him than it was for her, though Harry could believe it.
This time though she shifted her stance, hoisting her leg over one of his shoulder she was partially straddling him. Then she pulled him tight to her again.
He supported her leg with his free hand and delved deep into her again, licking and licking in long swipes of the tongue. He worked his way upwards until he was swirling over the hood of her clit and then licking and sucking it directly.
Under his hand her leg quivered and shook, and Harry tensed expecting to be pulled away but instead, Daphne held him closer to her, rubbing her cunt all over his face as he did his best to lick it regular.
"Oh yeah, there it is," Daphne grunted. "There it is. There. Oh. Ah. Ugh. Oh. There."
She shuddered and groaned, her hips moving wildly then coming to a stop.
Daphne recovered surprising quickly though and after a moment or two simply pushed Harry away hard, so he fell off of his knees and landing sitting down on his bum.
Harry was left staring up at her. He was panting, his clothes and hair were dishevelled and his lower face was smeared with Daphne's wetness. Daphne smoothed her skirt down, winked at him and made to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Away," Daphne said. "We're done."
"But," Harry said. "The deal…"
"We didn't make a deal, Potter. I said get on your knees and you did."
Harry flushed and realised she was right.
"Please, Daphne," He whispered. "Please."
Daphne cocked her head, her blue eyes gleamed.
"Well only because you begged so prettily. Get up."
Harry came to his feet. Daphne grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him against the wall, pushing him gently, so he had to catch himself with his arms braced against it.
"What?" Harry blurted out but Daphne's arms were already snaking around him.
One hand grabbed the shaft of cock, the other seized his balls in a surprisingly rough grip.
"What?" Daphne said, her voice sounded just below his ear. "You didn't think I'd get on my knees for you did you?"
Her hand started to stroke him lazily.
"Oh you did? Didn't you? You wanted me to be down on my knees you. Struggling to get my mouth around this?"
The speed of her jacking picked up as Harry moaned.
"That's it. You want me to see me looking up at you all wide eyed and intimidated?"
Harry squirmed and wriggled but Daphne's speed remained constant. He felt her grind herself slightly against his bum though and her words came slightly faster and sounded ever so slightly more huskily.
"You wanted my lips wrapped around this? Sucking you?" She whispered and followed it with a slight moan, Harry whimpered in response. "Pansy told me everything. You just wanted to shove this down my throat and let go?"
Her other hand started groping his balls, squeezing and rolling them with her fingers. Harry let out a strangled yell as they tightened under her touch.
"Well it's not going to happen, but…"
Daphne's lips fell and pressed a kiss to the back of Harry's neck. He came with a cry, his come shooting out of him with great forced and splattered all over the wall.
"...Don't tell say I never did anything for you. Oh Look! You made a mess."
By the time, Harry got himself under control and turned around, Daphne Greengrass was gone. He felt a little bit used and a little bit guilty that he was also extremely satisfied.
"No more, Slytherins." Harry said to the empty cupboard.
There wasn't much conviction in it though.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: ~1,600
Content:PWP, casual sex, sex exchange, femdom, cunnilingus, dirty talk, masturbation, handjob
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Harry's luck runs out as Daphne takes charge of him.
A/n: art of my "8th Year Oral" series following on from Six Of One, Half A Dozen Of The Other, Two Threes and The Hard Six . Since Harry topped Pansy last time, it seemed right to put him on the other side of that here. I've got a definite end for the series in mind taking up another couple of fics.
- - -
Harry Potter was in serious trouble, he'd been walking down the corridor minding his own business when a firm grip seized him and propelled him bodily into a broom cupboard.
Stumbling over some worn brooms, for cleaning rather than flying, Harry swore and turned to face the person who'd grabbed him. There was single flickering lantern in the room and it illuminated a woman in Slytherin colours. She had waves of golden blonde hair that felt to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes and delicate features that would have been cute if not for the sharp look on her face.
"Ah… hello, Daphne?" Harry said.
Daphne Greengrass was one of Pansy Parkinson's gang of girls, outside of that context Harry didn't think he'd exchanged words with her at all.
Daphne waved her wand. The light in the room brightened and steadied and the room seemed to expand so they could both easily stand in it.
"Potter," She said, firmly. "You know what this is about."
"I don't," said Harry, warily. He was lying of course. It was exactly a secret what most of the girls wanted from him these days. Susan, Parvati and Lavender, Pansy Parkinson: all of them had enjoyed his oral skills in exchange for reciprocal attention.
"Oh shut up and get down there," said Daphne.
"What do-" Harry began.
"Get down on your knees," Daphne snapped.
Something about the tone of voice made, Harry's knees weaken. He didn't know Daphne, didn't have the same dislike of her that he did of Pansy Parkinson, no reason to resist that command. His legs sagged and he practically collapsed into a kneeling position.
"Oh shit," Daphne swore. "You actually did it."
Harry's face felt incredible hot and he opened his mouth to say something. Daphne ran a hand through his hair, combing her fingers through it almost gently.
"No, that's good," she said, "that's good. You look nice on your knees, Potter."
He didn't think he could blush harder, but he did. Harry's mouth was dry and his heart was hammering in his chest.
Standing almost over him, Daphne let her robes fall open and pulled up her skirt with her free hand. She'd come be prepared, Harry though, in that she wasn't wearing any knickers and at the juncture of her shapely legs, she was shaved smooth aside from a V shape of blonde hair pointing at her pussy.
Harry felt Daphne's grip on his hair tighten and she tugged him forward to his face collided with her mound, those sparse hairs tickling at his chin.
"Well?" Daphne demanded. "Get to it then. If you do it well it enough and maybe I'll return the favour."
That's not how this works Harry thought but with his face buried in her cunt there didn't seem to be much point arguing. Instead he nuzzled and kissed Daphne's mound, it wasn't an effective technique as far as he knew but it was exactly where she had put him and who was he to argue?
"Hmmm," Daphne chuckled huskily. "You can do better than that, can't you Potter? That's everyone says. I'd hate think it's just because they haven't been eaten out properly before."
She leant back against the cupboard wall and spread her legs a little wider. Harry probably should have waited, he realised but instead curiosity got the better of him. He leant in and ran the tip of his tongue over her pussy. There was a faint tart taste to Daphne that intrigued Harry and he started licking at her cunt in earnest. Harry lapped at her, his tongue delving a little deeper as he did so. Daphne's grip on his hair tightened still further and Harry thought her breathing was quickened.
"Oh you are eager aren't you," Daphne crowed and her voice was still steady and maddeningly superior, "just dove right in didn't you."
Harry start to employ some of the tricks he'd learnt over the course of the year; he zigged and zagged his tongue inside her entrance, prying apart her pussy, he thrust his tongue as deep as it would go, hardening it like a miniature cock for maximum effect, and he made sure to pay as much attention to her clit as possible.
He thought he was getting somewhere. Daphne was definitely getting wetter at least, the taste of her was flooding his mouth and nose and her breathing was fast and shallow. Harry let himself thing he might actually be succeeding when Daphne's hand on the top of his head dragged him out of her cunt.
"Fuck, it's true, isn't it?" She said her blue eyes transfixed him. "You'll get between anyone's legs for the asking. You little slut."
"I'm not a slut." Harry said, panting.
"That's why you're down there, desperately trying to please someone you barely know?" Daphne said with a laugh. "You're really turned on by this aren't you?"
She rocked his head down and up in a little nod and laughed again.
"Well, whip it out Potter, let's see what you're working with."
Harry stared up at her. Almost of their own accord his hand moved to undo his trousers, pull down his flies and pull out his cock. Only as he did so did he realised he was completely hard.
Daphne cocked her head, perhaps a little surprised.
"Not bad after all. You can touch yourself, just in case you need that later on."
She pushed his head back down onto her and Harry started lapping at her cunt again, one hand working his cock as he did so. She got going much more quickly this time. Both her hands were buried in his hair, teasing and combing through it as he pushed his tongue deep into her.
Unconsciously, Harry matched the speed of his jacking hand the pace of his licking. His pace at both quickening as Daphne moaned and gasped in delight.
"Fuck that's it, good boy, good boy" Daphne said and Harry felt that flushed and glow of pleasure again.
Once again he thought he was getting her close, when she pulled him away. She gave him a wink that seem to say this was more of a frustration for him than it was for her, though Harry could believe it.
This time though she shifted her stance, hoisting her leg over one of his shoulder she was partially straddling him. Then she pulled him tight to her again.
He supported her leg with his free hand and delved deep into her again, licking and licking in long swipes of the tongue. He worked his way upwards until he was swirling over the hood of her clit and then licking and sucking it directly.
Under his hand her leg quivered and shook, and Harry tensed expecting to be pulled away but instead, Daphne held him closer to her, rubbing her cunt all over his face as he did his best to lick it regular.
"Oh yeah, there it is," Daphne grunted. "There it is. There. Oh. Ah. Ugh. Oh. There."
She shuddered and groaned, her hips moving wildly then coming to a stop.
Daphne recovered surprising quickly though and after a moment or two simply pushed Harry away hard, so he fell off of his knees and landing sitting down on his bum.
Harry was left staring up at her. He was panting, his clothes and hair were dishevelled and his lower face was smeared with Daphne's wetness. Daphne smoothed her skirt down, winked at him and made to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Away," Daphne said. "We're done."
"But," Harry said. "The deal…"
"We didn't make a deal, Potter. I said get on your knees and you did."
Harry flushed and realised she was right.
"Please, Daphne," He whispered. "Please."
Daphne cocked her head, her blue eyes gleamed.
"Well only because you begged so prettily. Get up."
Harry came to his feet. Daphne grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him against the wall, pushing him gently, so he had to catch himself with his arms braced against it.
"What?" Harry blurted out but Daphne's arms were already snaking around him.
One hand grabbed the shaft of cock, the other seized his balls in a surprisingly rough grip.
"What?" Daphne said, her voice sounded just below his ear. "You didn't think I'd get on my knees for you did you?"
Her hand started to stroke him lazily.
"Oh you did? Didn't you? You wanted me to be down on my knees you. Struggling to get my mouth around this?"
The speed of her jacking picked up as Harry moaned.
"That's it. You want me to see me looking up at you all wide eyed and intimidated?"
Harry squirmed and wriggled but Daphne's speed remained constant. He felt her grind herself slightly against his bum though and her words came slightly faster and sounded ever so slightly more huskily.
"You wanted my lips wrapped around this? Sucking you?" She whispered and followed it with a slight moan, Harry whimpered in response. "Pansy told me everything. You just wanted to shove this down my throat and let go?"
Her other hand started groping his balls, squeezing and rolling them with her fingers. Harry let out a strangled yell as they tightened under her touch.
"Well it's not going to happen, but…"
Daphne's lips fell and pressed a kiss to the back of Harry's neck. He came with a cry, his come shooting out of him with great forced and splattered all over the wall.
"...Don't tell say I never did anything for you. Oh Look! You made a mess."
By the time, Harry got himself under control and turned around, Daphne Greengrass was gone. He felt a little bit used and a little bit guilty that he was also extremely satisfied.
"No more, Slytherins." Harry said to the empty cupboard.
There wasn't much conviction in it though.
