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“Potter’s seen the snitch!” Lee Jordan exclaimed with the level of enthusiasm he usually reserved for when Gryffindor was doing well in one of their games.

Druella Malfoy, Ella to her friends, had no time to grumble about the blatant bias that the announcer was aloud to express. She was far too busy tearing off after Potter like a bat out of hell, wondering, not for the first time, how a guy who needed to wear glasses had such eagle-like vision when it came to Quidditch. She hadn’t seen the faintest hint of gold yet, but she couldn’t let her rival seeker show her up again. Pushing her nimbus 2001 to its absolute limit, she dove towards the Earth after him.

“He just had to get a bloody firebolt!” Druella hissed in her mind.

She had, of course, tried one out herself in the summer after her third year, but found that she preferred the handling of her trusty nimbus. That didn’t mean that, when the race for the snitch became a game of inches, she didn’t hate how the other broom made Potter a shade faster.

“Malfoy’s gaining on him,” Lee commented. “This is going to be a close one!”

“I am,” Druella crowed mentally, her heart racing in her chest as she realized that she might just beat him to the prize she still hadn’t seen.

In her excitement, she failed to realize that in a straight race, she shouldn’t have closed the distance on Potter as readily as she was. If she had been thinking more clearly as she raced towards the ground, that might have given her pause. As it was, she didn’t realize anything was wrong until, almost simultaneously, she saw Potter pull up abruptly and, through the corner of her eye, noticed a little flash of gold to her left.

“Shit!” Druella cried as she realized too late that she’d been had.

Pulling at her broom with all her strength, she barely managed to stop herself from plunging right into the ground. As it was, she managed to avoid the potentially fatal crash but didn’t keep her broom from clipping the ground. On instinct, she hugged the broom between her breasts and was sent rolling across the grass. She didn’t hear or feel anything break, but was left dazed, lying on her back and staring up at the game continuing in the air.

“That Wronski Feint was worthy of the major leagues!” Lee shouted. “Someone get that guy an agent! I think he’s actually seen the snitch this time. He has, and...HE’S GOT IT! Potter catches the snitch and brings this exciting game to an end. Gryffindor wins it with a final score of 350-280!”

Druella just stared up at the celebrating Gryffindor and saw red as an incandescent rage bloomed inside her.

*****

“Bloody Potter!” Druella cried, punching the wall she’s specifically transfigured to be softer again and again as she showered alone.

Every year, it was the same thing. The Malfoy heiress had a perfect record against Ravenclaw and a two-to-one record against Hufflepuff, but she could not, for the life of her, beat that damn half-blood. Objectively, she knew he was annoyingly good, having only one loss on his stellar record, something that he could easily attribute to the dementors that interfered with that match, but that didn’t make her persistent failure any less infuriating. Just once, she wanted to know the sublime pleasure of beating him. Just once, after a match against Potter, she wanted to leave the arena feeling triumphant instead of shaking in rage.

“Thank goodness, I’m the only girl on the team,” she muttered, well aware of what both of her parents would say if they saw her behaving like she was.

Druella Malfoy was the only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the heiress of her house, and a lady of noble birth and pure blood. She knew that she shouldn’t be bloodying her knuckles, punching a wall like a savage, and snarling like a beast, but she just couldn’t help how angry Potter always made her.

“It’s been like that ever since that first train ride,” she thought to herself.

Even though he was a half-blood and the one to take down the Dark Lord, her parents had encouraged her to try and befriend Potter, figuring that between Dumbledore’s favor and whatever inherent power he possessed, he would be worth getting on the good side of. She had tried, lowering herself to offer him her friendship and guidance, only to be spurned in favor of a bloody Weasley. It had wounded her childish pride and left her fuming. Her anger at Potter only intensified from there, as he was allowed to join his house’s Quidditch team a year early and proved himself to be a capable seeker.

“He can do whatever he likes without consequence,” she thought bitterly.

Becoming the Slytherin seeker in her second year and having her father buy the team the brooms they needed to go from being a good team to a great one had been a great idea of hers, and even that hadn’t been enough. Always able to beat her on a broom, always able to challenge and counter her in class or between them, Potter was a menace, and he was driving her mad. She struck the wall again, imagining that she was punching his stupid, handsome face, and cried out when she felt her fist strike hard stone.

“Damn it!” she screamed, her eyes prickling with tears more due to anger than the pain in her right hand. “Bloody temporary transfiguration.”

Turning off the water, she walked over to where her wand lay with her clothes and cast a couple quick healing charms to mend her cracked bones, trying to will her breathing to slow and grow steadier. She felt her bones knit back together, and she healed the small cuts on her knuckles as well. The bruises already forming would require paste to go away, but she could do that later. Drying herself off, she changed into her robes and stalked out of the shower and back to the Quidditch field. Walking into the site of her latest humiliation did little to improve her dark mood, and neither did seeing the Gryffindor team walk and laugh together towards the castle.

“Where’s the big jerk?” she wondered to herself, noting that Potter wasn’t with them.

Her curiosity won over her desire to crawl into her bed and feel sorry for herself, and she walked over to the other set of showers, her brow furrowing as she heard the telltale sound of water running.

“How is he taking longer than me to clean up?” she wondered. “He’s a boy.”

Casting a quick disillusionment charm, she poked her head in the girl’s side of the showers and confirmed that it was as empty as she expected. She had heard the rest of her team leave while she was still showering, and saw the rest of the Gryffindor team leave on her way here. Potter was the last one showering and Druella had no idea what the hell he was doing. At least in her case, part of what took her so long had been her stewing over her failure. She figured that Potter would want to go party with the Gryffindors and celebrate the fact that he managed to humiliate her yet again. His still being here made no sense, and it was starting to make her suspicious.

“Is he cheating somehow?” she wondered, wracking her brain to try and figure out how he could be. “Could there be some sort of ritual spell that can temporarily improve reflexes and eyesight but has to be undone within a few hours?”

Part of her desperately wanted that to be true, and a grin formed on her face as she imagined what everyone’s reaction would be. Even she had begrudgingly accepted that Potter was just a phenomenal seeker, unable to argue anything else. She thought he got insanely lucky in all other things and benefited from Dumbledore’s favoritism more often than not, but in the air, she couldn’t claim that he wasn’t good. If he had just been cheating all along, however, and if she could prove it, she’d be able to definitively secure her place as the best seeker in the school. That she’d be able to humiliate Potter as well and bring the half-blood low would make it even better.

Without pausing to think about what she was about to do, Druella raced out of the girl’s showers and around to the boys, skidding to a stop when she saw what Potter was actually doing. Rather than working to undo some ritual designed to give him an unfair advantage in Quidditch, he was standing, facing away from her, and, she realized from the motion of his right arm, jerking off.

Druella froze, her brain struggling to process what she was seeing. She watched the water of the shower run down Potter’s surprisingly muscular back and arse in muted shock, focusing on that instead of what she had walked in on him doing. The realization that she had been stupid to think that Potter would be able to pull off some kind of ritual like she had been thinking of hit a moment later, and her face flushed a bright red as she finally cottoned onto what exactly she had walked in on.

“I have to get out of here,” she thought to herself, scowling as she found her body slow to obey that wish.

She could hardly peel her eyes off Potter and cursed her traitorous body when she felt heat begin to pool between her legs. Potter was a half-blood and a jerk and the last guy she should be thinking of in that way, even if he did have a surprisingly gorgeous body.

“Enough,” she growled mentally, finally managing to force her eyes shut.

She turned around, promising to forget this as quickly as she possibly could, and went to leave when she heard something that froze her in place.

“Ella!” Potter groaned.

“What?!” Druella cried, whipping around in shock at the sound of her name.

Potter whipped right around too, his wand flying into his hand. Druella went still, lost in the gaze of those emerald eyes that she always thought were too pretty to belong to a boy. Realizing that she needed to get out of there quickly, she forced herself to look away from his searching eyes, only to regret that a moment later.

“Merlin’s balls,” she gasped as she took in the sight of his fully nude form.

His arms and shoulders were thick and muscular, and his drool-worthy abs caught her eye as well, but nothing compared to what stood proudly, jutting up into the air from between his legs. Druella’s blue eyes went wide as saucers as she took in the sight of what had to be the largest cock she had ever heard of. Long and frighteningly thick, with a slight upward curve, his uncut length was rock-hard and throbbing, and the bulbous head was nearly purple; it was so engorged. Thick veins protruded outward along both sides, and a little pearl of transluscent liquid sat on the tip, making her mouth water.

“Finite Incantatum,” Potter cast, and Druella’s breath hitched as she was revealed to him.

“Malfoy?” Potter asked, sounding stunned. “What the fuck?!”

“I...I…” Druella stuttered, struggling to keep her gaze on his face instead of his still-hard cock.

The two of them just stood there for a moment, neither able to figure out what to do next. Potter might have suspected that she had come to curse him in the back, but the fact that her wand was nowhere near either of her hands was plainly obvious.

“Wh...why did you say my name?” Druella asked.

“You walked in on me in the shower,” Harry said, his wands still pointed right at her. “I’m not the one in the wrong here.”

“I thought you were doing something,” Druella said defensively.

“Clearly I was,” Harry snapped. “Will you turn around?”

“Why did you say my name?” Druella asked again, her eyes flicking down to his cock for a second. “Were you thinking of me?”

“Of course n…” Harry went to say, only to stop. His eyes, which looked so much more vibrant without his glasses, took on a calculating look to them, and with a flick of his wand, he summoned his glasses and put them on. “Are you hoping that I’ll say yes?”

“What?” Druella sputtered as Harry turned off the shower. “Of course not! As though I’d want some lowly half-blood thinking about me like that while he…”

“Stroked his cock?” Harry added, taking a step forward. “That same cock you can’t keep those beautiful blue eyes of yours off of.”

“You...I knew you were arrogant, Potter, but I didn’t think you were delusional,” Druella spat, hating herself for preening at the compliment.

“I might believe that if you sounded like you meant it or if you hadn’t looked down at my cock again,” Harry smirked.

“You!” Druella cried, stepping towards him to give her a piece of her mind and for no other reason.

“Me,” Harry said, grinning as he loomed over her.

Druella looked up at him, shaking with what she dearly wished was anger. It didn’t help that he’d had the mother of all growth spurts over the summer and shot up like a weed. Where before, he was barely any taller than she was, he now towered over her. They were so close to each other that his oversized cock was nearly touching her. She could reach up and kiss him...hit him easily.

“You want to know why I said your name?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” Druella breathed, convinced that if her heart sped up any further, it would take flight.

“I was fantasizing about you and I having made a little bet on the outcome of the game,” Harry whispered, leaning in until his lips were right by her ear, “and you were making good on what you owed me.

Her imagination ran wild as she shivered. Was he imagining her on her knees, sucking his cock? Was she riding him, somehow managing to take every inch of his brutish shaft inside her little pussy? This was Potter she was talking about, a half-blood who grew up in the perverted world of the muggles. Perhaps his filthy mind had conjured something truly vile, like tying her to the bed and forcing every inch of his thick dick up her tiny arsehole.

Before she knew what she was doing, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, something she had only ever pictured herself wrapping her hands around before, and pulled him down for a searing-hot kiss. Potter froze, as though he only expected her to yell at him, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss. She felt like she was on fire, burning with a passion she’d never known as the two of them kissed.

Potter reached down to grab her arse and pulled her in until she was flush against him, his throbbing shaft pressed up against her. She felt him reach past her bellybutton and shuddered at the thought of his cock, which she swore had to be as big as her forearm, filling her up. When his tongue pushed past her lips and began exploring her mouth, she moaned. She knew what she was doing was wrong and that if her parents ever learned about it, they’d disown her, and she whimpered into his mouth. Potter was a half-blood, a mongrel, someone who should disgust her utterly. She should have been repulsed and pushed him away instead of deepening the kiss further while soaking her panties through.

“Oh...what am I doing?” Druella asked, sounding half-dazed as she broke the kiss.

“I’m not sure,” Harry said. “Let’s try it again and see if we can figure it out.”

She looked up into his face, his easy, confident grin making her heart flutter, and did the only thing she could do.

She ran.

*****

“You like that cock, Ella?” Harry asked with a grin as she continued to bounce up and down on his massive shaft.

“Fuck yes,” Druella gasped. “I swear you’re part bloody giant.”

“Afraid not,” Harry chuckled.

“You never know,” Druella smirked, “maybe your mother had a fling with Hagrid.”

It was a ridiculous suggestion, she knew, as Harry was apparently the spitting image of his father, something that she had overheard more than one person comment on, but it seemed to bother him, and he quickly flipped her onto her back.

“Don’t talk about my mother,” Harry snarled, his emerald-green eyes flashing dangerously.

“Make me!” Druella grinned, only to cry out in bliss as he pushed her legs up until her ankles were right by her head and started absolutely pounding her into the bed. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Ella!” Pansy hissed, and Druella woke with a start.

“Huh?” she murmured, still half-asleep.

She blinked until her vision cleared, and she was able to make out the image of her best friend standing next to her bed, having opened the curtains. She looked up into her lumos-illuminated green eyes and rubbed her thighs together as the thought of a very different pair of them flashed through her mind.

“You didn’t wake Daphne or Millie yet, but I could hear you moaning from here,” Pansy said, and Druella flushed scarlet.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“To be honest, I thought you were getting off at first,” Pansy giggled softly. “It was only when I heard how incoherent you sounded that I realized you were asleep. That must have been some dream.”

“It’s already faded,” Druella lied, shaking her head. “Sorry again.”

“No problem,” Pansy said softly. “I just figured it was better to wake you before you disturbed the ice queen.”

“Merlin forbid,” Druella said, rolling her eyes.

“Night,” Pansy said.

“Night,” Druella echoed, rolling onto her back as Pansy closed the curtains and went back to her own bed.

The blonde closed her eyes and barely resisted groaning. It had been days since the incident that seemed to rob her of her sanity, and she seemed no closer to getting it back. Harry bloody Potter had been on her mind almost constantly since, and she was beginning to fear that she’d never stop thinking about him. When she closed her eyes, she could see his every sculpted muscle covered in little droplets of water that she wanted to lick off. When she touched herself, she imagined his gorgeous eyes looking down at her as he fucked her like a whore. When she slept, though, it was worse.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Druella grumbled as her core throbbed with need.

If her symptoms weren’t totally different, she’d swear that Harry had slipped her a love potion. It seemed ridiculous to her that she could be so obsessed with a guy, especially one she had hated for years, just because she saw what he looked like naked. Sure, he was ridiculously good-looking, and yes, while she couldn’t stand the big jerk, she had always known that he was cute, but that was no excuse for her to be hit almost nightly by the most intense sex dreams of her life.

She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, stubbornly refusing to satisfy the Potter-related hunger that her traitorous mind had given her. Her slick sex fluttered with need, and she knew that paying the slightest attention to her throbbing clit would be enough to make her cum, but she also knew that the second she started rubbing herself, his stupid, handsome face would pop into her head again, and that was the last thing she wanted. Tossing and turning, she grew more frustrated by the moment until finally she had enough and decided to get out of bed.

She heard the soft snores of Pansy and Daphne, as well as the not-so-soft snores of Millicent, as her bare feet padded across the smooth, cool wood of the floor. As the windows in her dorm showed only the lake, she had no way of knowing how early it actually was, but given how she felt, she figured that she hadn’t been asleep for very long. Shaking her head, she changed into her most basic robes and decided to fly to clear her head.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Druella growled to herself as she took to the skies and spotted just about the last person on Earth that she wanted to see. Racing towards Harry, she yelled out, “What the hell are you doing here?”

Harry turned to look at her in surprise and said, “Couldn’t sleep. What’s your excuse?”

Shrieking in frustration, she tore off towards him and took some minor satisfaction in the look of shock on his face as he dodged away from her.

“Are you insane?” Harry snarled.

“If I am, I was driven that way by you!” Druella snapped.

Harry raced towards the Quidditch Stadium, landing in the middle of it as she pursued him. She hopped off of her broom and raced up to him, fury plainly written across her face.

“Given who your aunt is, I would have thought you came by it honestly,” Harry chuckled.

“Screw you!” Druella hissed, tossing her broom aside and poking his annoyingly muscular chest. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“You’re the one who charged at me,” Harry said.

“I can’t stop thinking about you!” Druella cried, too worked up to think about what she was admitting. “You’re in my waking thoughts and my every bloody dream. I can’t stop thinking about…”

“The kiss?” Harry asked, taking her hand in his and staring down at her, his green eyes dark with lust.

“Ye...yes,” Druella said, as a shock ran through her at his touch. “I can’t stop…”

She pulled him down and snogged him hard, her kiss bruising, as if she were trying to hurt him. He responded in kind, and the two of them made out roughly, hungrily, like two snarling wolves eager to devour each other.

“Ah!” Harry hissed as she accidentally bit him. Bringing a finger to his lip, it was red with his blood when he got a look at it. “Bitch.”

“If I’m such a bitch, why do you so clearly want me?” Druella asked, emboldened by the obvious lust in his eyes.

“Because you’re the hottest fucking thing in this castle,” Harry said, kissing her again.

Their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths, and Harry cupped one of her breasts through her robes, drawing a sharp moan from her.

“You’ve already seen all of me,” he murmured against her. “Strip for me, Ella. It would be only fair.”

“In all the years you’ve known me, have you ever known me to care about fairness?” Druella asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Take off your clothes, and I’ll consider it.”

“Done,” Harry said, removing his robes and Druella’s breath hitched as she realized that he was wearing nothing underneath it. His long, thick cock was already hard, and standing proudly in the night air.

“How the hell do you balance on a broom?” she asked, staring openly down at him.

“It’s not quite this big, soft,” Harry chuckled. “If you could ever get ahead of me in a race, seeing your arse in your Quidditch uniform might be enough to throw me off balance.”

“If you want me to strip for you, insulting me might not be your best move,” Druella said, her eyes narrowing.

“I’m just giving you Quidditch advice,” Harry said, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Despite herself, Druella snorted. “Merlin’s balls, what’s wrong with us?”

“At least on my end, this has been building for a while,” Harry said. “You?”

“I’ve thought you were annoyingly attractive for some time,” Druella admitted. “Is that why you went out with Brown? I figured it was just the tits, but if you were looking for a beautiful blonde to fulfill your fantasies…”

“Leave Lavender out of this,” Harry said. “That’s over anyway.”

“Mmhmm,” Druella said, pulling her robes open enough to display her bra-covered breasts. “Wherever will you go for your fill of buxom blonde now?”

“Is Greengrass single?” Harry asked teasingly, and Druella’s eyes narrowed.

“Daphne would eat you alive,” Druella drawled.

“And what will you do?” Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow and stepping towards her.

“I’ve yet to decide,” Druella said, moaning as he kissed her again.

Harry slipped his hands inside her robes, cupping her breasts through her bra and reaching down to help open the robes further. As her robes pooled at her feet, Druella shivered, feeling the cool night air against her soaking, wet panties.

“Fucking hell, I can smell how badly you want me,” Harry rumbled against her lips, and Druella’s breath hitched. “You smell so fucking good.”

“P...pervert,” she gasped as he kissed his way down along the slender column of her neck.

He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Pulling it down to expose her breasts to the cool air, he continued peppering her smooth skin with kisses before latching his lips around one of her pebbled nipples.

“Fuck!” Druella cried, wrapping her arms around his head.

“Such language,” Harry chuckled. “Is that anyway for a noblewoman to talk?”

“Nothing I’m doing right now is appropriate, so unless you want me to fly back to the castle, shut up and go back to worshiping my tits,” Druella replied.

Harry chuckled and cupped her full mounds, kneading them with his large hands and switching back and forth between her nipples with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Druella, having virtually no experience with this sort of thing, could only clench her eyes shut and moan as pleasure assaulted her senses. It felt so bloody good, and they had barely started.

“I want to taste you,” Harry said, planting a kiss on her belly and sinking to his knees.

“Taste...what do you mean?” Druella asked.

“I...have you never been with anyone?” Harry asked.

“I am, as you said, of noble birth,” Druella said haughtily. “No one in my house would dare defile me, and I haven’t found anyone else interesting enough.”

“Well,” Harry said, genuinely shocked by the thought of being her first, “when I say I want to taste you, I mean I want to taste your delicious little pussy.”

“My…” Druella sputtered, her eyes going wide. “But that’s…”

She yelped when Harry tugged her panties down and started kissing her inner thighs. His every touch made her core clench, and she couldn’t believe just how insanely wet she was just then. She thought the idea of Harry licking her...there was weird and gross, but he seemed so eager, and this didn’t sound like something that he hadn’t done before. If Brown enjoyed it, perhaps she would too…

“GAH!” Druella shrieked as she felt his long, warm tongue swipe through her slick folds.

She dug her nails into his scalp and felt her knees buckle. That was infinitely better than her fingers.

“Lay down and spread your legs,” Harry said commandingly, and Druella quickly obeyed, feeling a thrill go through her at the tone of his voice. “I love the hair removal, by the way.”

“I’ve hated having hair down there since the first few appeared,” Druella said. “Even if they are blonde, I just don’t like having my underwear press them against me.”

“It means I don’t have to worry about getting them in my teeth too,” Harry said, burying his face between her thighs again.

He devoured her pussy, kissing and licking every bit of her heated sex, save for her clit, which he avoided so completely that she figured he had to be doing it on purpose. She grabbed his head and held on for dear life, moaning and crying out as she experienced pleasures that she’d never dreamed of. Her dream had left her wet and wanting, and having a broom between her legs didn’t exactly quell that. Arguing and then making out with Harry had inflamed her desires even further, and now, with him doing his level best to drive her insane, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.

“Ella,” Harry said. “Do you recall what everyone learned about me back in our second year?”

“That you look really funny being sent tumbling across a room?” Druella asked, remembering their little duel, if it could even be called that, under Professor Snape and Lockhart’s watch.

“Right incident, wrong thing,” Harry said.

“You’re a parselmouth,” Druella said, recalling the envy she’d felt at learning that.

“Correct, and while that means that I can talk to snakes, it also means something else,” Harry said with a wicked grin on his face.

“What do you AHHH!” Druella shrieked at the top of her lungs as an orgasm beyond anything she’d ever known hit her.

She had, multiple times over the years, in the dead of night, when everyone was asleep and she was lying under her covers, reached down between her legs to rub her slick little cunt until she came. None of those orgasms came close to the full-body explosion of ecstasy that thundered through her. Her back arched off the ground, and she collapsed, feeling his hands holding her round arse as she convulsed and writhed in pleasure.

Her screams echoed through the grounds, and she desperately hoped that no one would come investigating. She had no idea what the hell Harry was doing, nor did she particularly care, but as one orgasm bled into another, she thought she heard hissing, and part of her mind suggested that that might be a part of it. After what felt like an eternity, her orgasm ended, and she was left in the soft grass, a shaking, crying, brain-addled mess. With glassy eyes, she stared at the night’s sky, barely making out anything through her blurry vision.

“This is how he sees normally,” she thought to herself, and she giggled at the errant thought.

“Shit, you really needed that, huh?” Harry asked, sounding deeply amused.

Druella blinked a few times, and her vision slowly came into focus enough to see that Harry looked completely drenched.

“Di...did I…” she went to ask.

“You squirted,” Harry said, removing his glasses and cleaning them before putting them back on.

“What was...wait, were you speaking parseltongue?” Druella asked, finally recalling the hissing she had heard and what he had been talking about before he tried to break her mind.

“Mmhmm,” Harry replied. “When I do, my tongue vibrates, and that feels really, really good against your clit.”

“How the hell did Brown walk away from that?” Druella asked.

“Most of the time, she hobbled,” Harry chuckled. “Lavender just didn’t feel like either of us should settle down while we’re still in school. We still...well…”

“You still fuck her,” Druella said flatly.

“Jealous?” Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Hardly,” Druella scoffed, swallowing the unpleasant feeling that the thought of Harry and the bimbo together caused her. “Look, Potter, just because we have this bizarre mutual infatuation, that doesn’t mean that we can have a future together.”

“Of course,” Harry said. “Probably best to end things here, I guess.”

“I didn’t say that,” Druella said, sitting up. “I haven’t been able to get the thought of that beater’s bat you call a cock out of my mind since that day in the showers. The only way that I’m going to be able to move on is if I experience it.”

“Ella, I’ve never been with a virgin before,” Harry said, sounding wary.

“You already took my cherry,” Druella scowled. At his confused look, she said, “During our match in third year, when we were bumping into each other while chasing the snitch just a few feet above the ground, I fell off and landed in the splits.”

“Oh,” Harry winced, recalling the game in question. He thought her scream had been in frustration, since, while she limped off afterward, nothing seemed to be broken.

“I was livid at the time, but I suppose you’d have had it either way,” Druella said. Spreading her legs, she said, “I can’t say that I expected my first time to be on the ground under the stars, but given how many times you and I have competed in this very arena, perhaps it’s oddly fitting.”

“Is that what we’re doing? Competing?” Harry asked, his lips quirking and his eyes twinkling in mirth.

“Well, I’ve already cum, goodness knows how many times,” Druella smirked, “while you’ve been aching hard this whole time. I doubt you’ll last a minute inside me.”

Harry’s grin took on a predatory look, and as he leaned in, his face inches from hers, he said, “By the time I’m finished with you, this stadium will be considered the new shrieking shack.”

He took his cock in hand and started brushing her slick folds with its head, making her whimper. He looked so ridiculously large, and she had no idea how she was going to take him. She just knew that the only way she was going to stop dreaming of the infuriatingly hot Gryffindor was if she felt him inside her.

“It’ll take more than bravado to make me scream again,” Druella said challengingly.

Harry just smirked and said, “I know.”

Once he had made sure to get a good coat of her fluids all over his bulbous head, he lined himself and, looking her right in the eye, pushed forward. Druella’s eyes went wide, as did her tight inner walls, as he stretched her. She grabbed onto his arms, wanting to hold onto something as he split her in two, and cried out.

“Merlin’s bloody balls!” Druella grunted, almost unable to fathom how intense the stretch already was. “How are you so big?!”

“No idea,” Harry groaned. “Fucking hell, you’re tight.”

“If rumor’s to be believed, Brown’s shagged half the castle, and I’m sure even she felt virgin-tight around this monster,” Druella hissed.

Her pussy burned as her inner walls were spread obscenely wide, and if not for the pleasure she was already feeling as well, she might have told him to stop. It felt really good, though, and the last thing she wanted him to do in that moment was stop. Harry clearly didn’t want to either, as instead of telling her off for insulting his other lover again, he just kissed her instead.

Druella’s eyes locked onto his, and she felt her heart flutter at the surprising intimacy of kissing him while he was inside her. Moving her hands up from his arms to his neck and scalp, she returned the kiss and felt herself relax around him a bit. Harry clearly felt her relax because he thrust gently again, burying more of his massive cock inside her. Cupping her breasts with his large hands, he kneaded them and began fucking her with slow, short thrusts, driving a little bit deeper inside her each time.

“Holy shit!” Druella gasped, breaking the kiss for air. “You’re so deep.”

“You’re taking me so well,” Harry said tenderly, nibbling on her earlobe in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “You’ve managed to take almost half of my cock.”

“HALF?!” Druella screamed incredulously, unable to fathom that he could have so much more outside her when he already felt like he was halfway to her lungs.

Harry chuckled and shifted his potion, raising himself up onto his knees and showing that there were only a couple more inches of his shaft left outside her.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t make you scream again,” he chuckled.

“Wanker,” Druella grumbled, fighting to keep her lips from quirking upward.

“As if you haven’t touched yourself,” Harry snorted, pulling most of his cock from her clinging depths and plunging back inside.

He managed to bury almost all of his cock in her that time, and she grunted at how deep he was reaching. She imagined that he had to be either at or right by the back of her pussy, and the thought of his thick head being so near her womb made her shudder.

“There,” Harry said. “I think that’s about as deep as it gets.”

“You say that like you didn’t move half of my guts out of the way,” Druella said. “I swear, I can feel you in my stomach.”

“And I’m not even in your arse,” Harry chuckled.

“As if...no bloody way!” Druella exclaimed as she realized that he was serious. “You’d tear me in two.”

“You’d survive,” Harry assured her. “You’d probably cum so hard you squirted again too.”

“That…” Druella squeaked, turning a bright red at the thought of having Harry bugger her.

It would be entirely inappropriate for a woman of her station to commit such a base and vulgar act, but then lying in the dirt and grass with a half-blood’s cock buried balls-deep inside her was inappropriate too. Before she could say anything, Harry pulled most of his cock out of her and thrust back in hard, making her cry out. The initial burning sensation had passed, and now all she felt was the pure, raw pleasure of being utterly filled by him.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Harry grunted. “We should have done this ages ago.”

“I never would have imagined this if I hadn’t seen how absurdly large you are,” Druella snapped.

“So that’s all it would have taken all this time to silence that barbed tongue of yours?” Harry asked. “Every time you came to bother us on the train, I should have just whipped it out.”

“And make Weasley feel even more inadequate?” Druella sneered. “Then again, it might have been worth it just to see Granger’s reaction.”

Harry moved her legs up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders and picked up his pace, fucking her with long, hard strokes. Her whimpers turned into lewd moans that were music to his ears. Merlin, he had thought about this more times than he would ever admit. Druella Malfoy might have been the bane of his existence at times during his years at Hogwarts, but he had never hated her too much to admit that she was fucking beautiful. That last time in the shower was not the first time that he’d wanked to the thought of fucking the haughty pureblood.

“Oh, fuck, don’t stop!” Druella cried, her nails digging into the dirt on either side of her as she soared towards her orgasm. “Fuck, what would those friends of yours think if they saw this?”

“What would your parents think?” Harry chuckled. “Will I have to wait for your father to hear about this?”

“Shut...shut up!” Druella gasped. The thought of how disappointed and furious her father would be strangely only added to her arousal.

Harry fucked her even harder, pounding her tight little cunt. His every brutal thrust made her large breasts roll and jiggle across her chest like waves against the shore, and he watched them, almost hypnotized. Her reaction to his question broke him out of it, and he grinned while changing the angle of his thrusts slightly, searching for a spot that never failed to make Lavender scream.

“What would your mother think?” he asked. “Would she be scandalized, or would she be intrigued? Maybe she’d also want a taste.”

“What the AHHH!” Druella squealed as he found what he was looking for.

The head of his cock slipped inside a little pocket deep inside her, and the stimulation of that sensitive spot proved too much for her. The blonde beauty came hard, her back arching off the ground as pleasure consumed her. Her already tight tunnel spasmed around his pistoning length, massaging him as she writhed before him, and Harry quickly joined her, cumming hard. Rope after rope of his thick white cum filled her, painting her inner walls white. He was too taken aback by just how quickly she came to even think about pulling out.

Letting her legs slip down and wrap around his waist, he fell forward, catching himself on his forearms to keep himself from crushing her. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, but as he panted for breath, she finally settled, taking in gasping breaths as she stared at the night sky with glassy eyes. The two of them just lay there for a few minutes, catching their breaths and enjoying the afterglow as the cool autumn air chilled their sweat-soaked skin.

“Is there a single race you won’t just barely beat me in?” Druella asked after a while, making him laugh.

Harry pulled his softening cock out of her pussy and rolled onto his back. “Um, Druella…”

“I’m on the bloody potion; relax,” Druella said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, good,” Harry said, relaxing a bit.

Druella sat up, and Harry grinned as he realized that her breasts were large enough that he could see them from behind her.

“I hope you realize that this has to be a one-time thing,” she said without looking at him.

“Of course,” Harry said, moving his hands behind his head as he kept lying there. “An affair between us wouldn’t be possible.”

“Right,” Druella said, shaking her head. “That could only end badly.”

“Of course, we do still have to shower,” Harry said, wiping a bit of dirt off the flawless alabaster skin of her back.

“Yes,” Druella said, looking back at him. Her eyes flickered down to his rapidly rehardening length, and Harry smirked as he saw them darken with lust. “It would be a waste to shower separately.”

“And I’d say we owe it to ourselves to live out what could have been if you didn’t run the other day,” Harry said temptingly.

“Maybe it could be a two-time thing,” Druella said, staring openly at his cock.

“Or three,” Harry said, his voice low and rumbling.

“Three?” Druella asked.

“My record is nine,” Harry said.

“Nine!” Druella exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “How the hell did Brown walk the next day?”

“Gingerly,” Harry chuckled.

Druella bit her lower lip gently as she stood up, looking like she was considering a few things. Harry joined her and cupped one of her breasts, slowly circling her hard pink nipple with his thumb and making her breath hitch. The blonde was correct that they really couldn’t carry on an affair for a number of reasons, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t planning to have his absolute fill of her over the course of the night. If the look of desire in her eyes was any indication, she wanted the exact same thing.