Harry's Interactive 8th Year Chapter 2: A Partnership with the Head Girl (Patreon)

Though he hadn’t had a chance to talk to her since coming back from Madrid, Harry had been sure that Hermione would be chosen as Head Girl once McGonagall told him both the normal 7th years and those from his year who were being informally referred to as “8th years” were eligible for the head positions. But it wasn’t his intelligent best friend who approached him and McGonagall.

“Now that Miss Greengrass is here, allow me to escort you both to your private quarters,” McGonagall said. “I will explain what is expected of you as we walk.”

Harry nodded, and he did actually listen to what his former Head of House was saying. It was pretty standard stuff about how they’d been chosen to lead the students and set a good example, and they could quickly lose their privileges if they abused their power and influence. They had the power to take points away and assign detentions to students just as prefects did, but whereas prefects could not do such things to each other, the Head Boy and Head Girl could punish any member of the student body, prefects included. The only student Harry could not assign detention or take points away from was Daphne, and vice versa. If they had trouble with each other they were expected to take it up with a member of staff, but otherwise they had the power to punish students and even recommend that a prefect lose their privileges if they abused their power or didn’t take their duties seriously. 

They essentially were the leaders of the prefects, assigned to organize regular patrols of the corridors to catch any students making mischief or breaking curfew (which was apparently a greater emphasis now in the wake of the war.) If any unexpected circumstance popped up that required the prefects to take charge of the students while the staff was otherwise occupied then it would be up to Harry and Daphne to organize that effort. Harry couldn’t ignore the irony of McGonagall asking him to coordinate an effort to catch students sneaking around after hours and breaking curfew; he highly doubted there was any student in the school who had broken curfew even half as much as he had. Still, he took the responsibility seriously. He knew McGonagall had chosen him for a reason and would be very upset with him if he slacked off. Letting his former Head of House down wasn’t an option as far as he was concerned, so he was going to perform his duties faithfully.  

He was taking his responsibility as Head Boy seriously, and he heard every word McGonagall said, but that didn’t stop him from checking out the Head Girl at the same time. He hadn’t even been able to put a name to the face until Neville had caught him staring at her ass on the train, but the idea of spending a considerable amount of time around Daphne Greengrass this year didn’t bother him in the slightest. She was in her school robes now instead of the casual jeans and shirt he’d seen her in on the train. Hogwarts robes were disappointingly good at concealing the finer points of the female form, but he could still at least get a good idea of her general shape. And what a shape it was!

She had a really pretty face too, with smooth pale skin and aristocratic features. It was easy to imagine Neville’s story about her ruthlessly rejecting guys as he snuck glances at her inscrutable face and her icy blue eyes, but he could understand why blokes kept taking a shot even with her reputation. A face like that was worth the risk. 

“I trust you both understand the importance of your positions, and the trust the staff and I are placing in you, especially during these important times of recovery?” McGonagall asked them seriously, stopping and standing in front of them once they were at their destination.

“Yes, headmistress,” Daphne said right away. “I am honored to be selected, especially when the options for Head Girl were so plentiful. I shall not give you cause to regret your decision.” Harry raised his eyebrows at how formal she sounded, but McGonagall nodded her head in approval. Harry cleared his throat and realized he needed to give some sort of response of his own.

“I won’t let you down,” he said simply. It wasn’t as elegant as what Daphne had said but McGonagall nodded all the same.

“Good. Then I will leave you to explore your new quarters.” She motioned to the door behind her. “You’ll find a shared common room and bathroom behind the door. You’ll need to agree on a password for this main door, and then you can each set a separate password for your personal living quarters.”

“And can we share either password with whomever we choose?” Daphne asked.

“You may,” McGonagall said, “though I would expect you to at least inform each other of anyone you give the main password to, so there are no unexpected surprises.”

“Of course,” Harry said. He wasn’t sure what Daphne’s circle of friends looked like, but he was rather hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with the likes of Parkinson or Zabini hanging around their shared common room. Or Malfoy, come to think of it. Had he even returned for his final year? Harry honestly didn’t know.

“If there are no more questions, I shall leave you to it,” McGonagall said. “You should probably agree on a password for the main door before you inspect your private rooms. Potter, yours is on the left. Greengrass, you’re on the right.”

They thanked their professor and stepped inside, closing the door behind them. The common room looked cozy, with a long couch, a loveseat and a couple of armchairs all arranged in a circle. There was a small table as well that looked like it would comfortably seat four or five people; Harry could imagine that as a great place to do some group study. There was also a fireplace against one of the walls. 

“Pretty nice, huh?” he commented, looking to create some small talk with the beautiful blonde that he didn’t think he’d ever actually directly spoken with. 

“We need a password,” she said, not even acknowledging his idle comment. She turned to look at him expectantly, and he couldn’t look away from her ice blue eyes.

“Uh…how about glacies?” he offered. She raised one eyebrow, but if she understood why he’d blurted out the Latin word for ice she didn’t comment on it.

“Fine.” She set the password and then turned to look at him again. “While I cannot stop you from giving the password to whomever you choose, I would appreciate it if we could come to an agreement that we will only give it to those that we can both agree on.”

“That sounds good to me,” he said, nodding.

“Good.” She turned away and began walking to her room, but she had a question for him before she opened the door. “Are you planning on going to sleep early tonight?”

“Uh, no, probably not,” he said slowly. The way she jumped from thing to thing abruptly was throwing him off. Apparently she did not want to waste even a second of time on small talk. “I’m going to relax out here for a bit, and then I’ll probably do some reading in my room before I got to bed. Why? Are you turning in early?”

“No,” she said, not turning around. “I just have some preparations to make.” That was as close to a goodbye as she came, because the next moment she had opened the door to her room and shut and locked it behind her. Harry shook his head and plopped down in one of the armchairs, feeling like he knew no more about Daphne Greengrass than he had when he didn’t even have a name to attach to the attractive swaying ass.

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He’d been impressed by the common room, and he was just as impressed by his private bedroom. This was a major step up from the Gryffindor boy’s dorms. He had a desk, a bookshelf, a decent amount of free space and a large bed that was even more comfortable than it looked. He had quickly stretched out on the bed after pulling off his robes and getting comfortable in a pair of boxers. There he remained, doing a bit of reading in bed, until there was a knock on his door. Since only one other person currently had access to the quarters of the Head Boy and Head Girl, it didn’t take a Hermione-level intellect to realize who was knocking.

“Daphne? Did you need something?” he asked.

“Would you unlock the door, Potter? I wish to establish our new partnership.” That was an odd way to frame it, but whatever; it wasn’t like any of his reactions to her had been a picture of normalcy. 

“Sure.” He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and unlocked the door. Since he was under the covers and his body was hidden from the neck down he didn’t see the need to throw on any more clothes. “Come in.” The doorknob turned, and Daphne stepped into his room. His eyes went wide as soon as she saw what she was wearing, or more accurately what she was not wearing.  

If he’d thought the casual outfit she’d worn on the train had done a good job of showing off her body it was nothing compared to the view he had of her now. The robes were long gone and she stood in front of him wearing only a light blue set of matching bra and knickers. They were lacy and expensive-looking, but the real draw was her body itself of course. Her breasts were great, not quite as big as Susan’s but still delightfully round and full. He would guess that Susan and Lavender were the most ‘stacked’ witches in their year, but Daphne looked like she wasn’t too far behind.

As nice as her tits were though, it was her arse that had first caught his attention on the train and it was her arse that so captivated him now as well. She turned around to close the door behind her, and he stared straight at that bum that was only half covered by her knickers. He could see the curves of her arse cheeks peeking out from her underwear, and he bit his lip to stifle a groan. He wasn’t completely sure why she was here yet, and he didn’t want to risk pissing her off if this nighttime visit to his room wasn’t as suggestive as it appeared to be to him. So he stayed silent and daydreamed about bending her over and spanking that arse.

“Potter.” She turned around and walked towards his bed. “I want to propose that we formally join together.” Even walking towards his bed in her underwear her face was as unreadable as ever, and her voice certainly didn’t sound friendly or suggestive regardless of what she was saying or what she was wearing as she climbed onto his bed.    

“Join together?” he said. “I think you’d better explain what you mean by that.”

“I should think that’s obvious, Potter,” she said. She crawled towards him on her hands and knees, and that was erotic enough on its own. Then she lowered her head towards his and kissed him on the lips. It was a brief kiss, little more than a peck really, but it spoke volumes. He still wasn’t sure he had a full grasp of this situation yet. He knew that many old pureblood families had very odd, outdated views on social relationships, and he wanted to make sure he understood exactly what it was Daphne was expecting from him. He put his hands on her shoulders to stop her when she went in for another kiss, and she fixed an icy glare on him. While he felt like a moron for preventing the beautiful blonde from giving him another kiss, he wasn’t about to make out with her until he knew they were on the same page. 

“Explain it to me,” he said. “What do you want from me, Daphne? Why did you jump straight from barely even looking at me or talking to me to crawling into my bed and kissing me?”

“I told you before you even opened your door,” she said, sounding annoyed with him. “I wish to establish a partnership with you. Don’t tell me you’re not interested in females, or you don’t find me pleasing. I know you were staring at my arse on the train. And I wouldn’t doubt that you did it again when I turned around to close the door.”

“Of course I find you, er, pleasing,” he said. “So does just about every other bloke in this school, far as I can tell, but from what I’ve heard you haven’t given any of them the time of day. So why me?”

“Do you really need to ask?” She raised an eyebrow and shook her head at him. “I had no time to concern myself with the flirtations of little boys with nothing to offer, but you’re the farthest thing from a foolish schoolboy. It’s been centuries since an active student has ever wielded the power or influence that you do. Every unattached witch in this school is going to attempt to attach themselves to you, and half of the attached ones probably will too. I merely wished to solidify my place early on.”

“Your place? And what place is that exactly? Are you aiming for a betrothal contract or something?” Betrothal contracts were more of a formality in this day and age, something that a wizard and witch signed after they fell in love and were ready to get married, but he wouldn’t put it past someone from one of the old pureblood families to try and set one up with someone they barely knew. Daphne shrugged, not seeming bothered by the idea. 

“I didn’t come into your bed expecting such an offer, but I wouldn’t object if you eventually wished to set one up,” she said. “No, as I said, I merely wish to attach myself to you and establish an alliance of sorts. We are Head Boy and Head Girl, after all. We should have a good working relationship, don’t you think?”

“A working relationship that includes sex,” he deadpanned. 

“Naturally,” she said. “Many powerful partnerships between families in our world are solidified in just such a way. I wouldn’t stoop to do such a thing with just anyone, of course. Only the best could ever be worthy of putting their hands on me. And you, Lord Potter, are destined to become the very best. You’re going to lead our world into the future. And on behalf of not just myself but my entire family, I’m going to make sure you’ll look favorably on House Greengrass once you leave Hogwarts and come into your own. Or I will if you’ll stop resisting and asking stupid questions at least.”

“Right.” Harry didn’t care for the political game but he understood this much: Daphne Greengrass was willing to fool around with him, and she wasn’t expecting him to ask for her hand in marriage or become a murderer or something in return. That was good enough for him. He let go of her shoulders and allowed her to move however she wished.

“Wise decision, Potter,” she said. She swooped right back in, but she didn’t go for his lips again. This time she went lower, kissing and sucking at his neck instead. Harry groaned, and then he held his breath when she pulled the covers off of him and tossed them on the ground. If she hadn’t known he was wearing only boxers before, she sure as hell knew it now.

Daphne sat back on her knees and looked at him silently for a long moment, like she was expecting something from him. What she might be waiting for, he had no clue. He thought about making a move, but given the situation he thought it would be better to leave it up to her. It was her who had initiated this, and he didn’t know how far she was willing to go or what she might consider inappropriate conduct. Besides, he wanted to give her every chance to back out if she changed her mind or decided she wasn’t ready. So he stayed still and left it up to her to make the first move. 

Eventually she did move, and she was completely businesslike once she did as she went straight for his boxers and tugged them off. There was just one problem; she’d been leaning her face in so close that his cock popped out and smacked her in the cheek. She gasped and jerked backwards in surprise, and then stared at his cock warily.

“It’s not going to bite you, you know,” he said. He held back his smirk as he watched her stare at his erection uncertainly. She’d been so confident and unbothered until now, but now her inexperience was showing. She’d acknowledged the truth behind the rumors of her rejecting anyone else who had flirted with her, but one of the side effects of that was she didn’t really know what she was doing. She tentatively reached out and wrapped one hand around his shaft. At first she held him too lightly, and then she tightened her grip way too much and made him hiss in discomfort. Finally she split the difference, but she still had trouble when she tried to start jerking him off. It was obvious that she had not only never done this before but had never engaged in any gossip or done any reading up on the subject either. How had she expected to come in here and seduce him or offer to pleasure him if she didn’t have the first clue on how to make it feel good for him?

“Stop, Daphne,” he said. He reached down and stopped her hand, and she blinked. “I appreciate the gesture, but if I’m being honest I would probably enjoy myself more if I just jerked off alone. You really don’t have any clue what you’re doing, do you?”

“No,” she said, unashamed of the fact. “Neither do you, I’d say. In traditional pureblood society it’s preferred for the woman to have no prior sexual knowledge before she gives herself to a man for the first time. It’s a point of pride for the man to lead the way and teach the woman how to please him, but since you seemed in no hurry to take charge I assumed you were leaving it up to me to try and impress you.”

“I was letting you lead because I didn’t want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with,” he explained.

“Ah. Another mix-up because you weren’t raised in our society,” Daphne mused. “Well, no matter. You know what is expected of you now, yes?”

“Yes,” he said. He sat up onto his knees, wrapped his arms around her sexy body and kissed her lips. She returned the kiss, inexperienced but willing, and he enjoyed tasting her soft lips. He also took the chance to run his hands down her back until they reached her arse, which he cupped and squeezed through her underwear. It had looked amazing, but it felt even better. He badly wanted to pull her knickers off and get his hands on her for real, but he wanted to be sure he didn’t push her farther than she was ready to go. 

“I know you said you expect me to lead the way, but I don’t want to do anything that you’re unsure about or might regret,” he said, breaking their kiss and reluctantly pulling his hands off of her squeezable bum. “Just what are you willing to do?”

“Anything. Everything,” she said. “I’m giving myself to you. My body is yours, Lord Potter.”

“Okay,” he said. “Maybe we’ll just keep it simple for tonight. I’ll get you off with my fingers, maybe I can show you how to jerk me off if you’re comfortable with that, and we’ll call it a night.”

“No,” she said. Wait, didn’t she say she was leaving it up to him?

“No?”

“No,” she repeated. “I’m putting myself in your hands, but it is expected for you to claim my hymen tonight. If I were to give myself to you tonight and leave with my hymen still intact when it was over, that would be viewed as a failure on my part. Take me as you wish, but I beseech you to claim my hymen before the night is done and I return to my room.”

Harry had tried to be a gentlemen, really he had. He’d tried to take her inexperience into consideration and not push her too hard since this was her first sexual experience of any kind, but if she expected and even wanted him to take her all the way then he wasn’t going to say no. As wonderful as playing with Susan on the train had been, the chance to end his night by going all the way and deflowering this beautiful blonde wasn’t one he was going to pass up. 

He unsnapped her bra and pulled it off of her, and she showed no humility or embarrassment at being topless in front of a man for what had to be the first time. She held her hands at her sides and sat there, allowing him to drink his fill of her bare chest. He took a moment to grab her big breasts and give them a little squeeze, but he didn’t linger long on her chest. There were other things to deal with tonight.

All that was left were her knickers, but not for long. He pulled those off of her easily enough, especially since she lifted her legs to help him out. She had rolled onto her back and now spread her legs wide, likely expecting him to mount her, slide his cock inside of her and start pumping. While there was certainly a part of him that felt tempted to do just that, he knew better. His insightful, educational summer had taught him so much about being an effective lover, and after all he’d learned he didn’t think he would ever be happy if he simply fucked a woman and used her for his own pleasure without making sure she got hers as well. 

This summer he’d learned firsthand that there were few things in life as rewarding as making a beautiful woman moan and scream in ecstasy. He’d already had the pleasure of making bubbly Susan Bones cum with his mouth, and he’d even had the bonus of making her best friend so horny that she rubbed one off while she watched them. He could think of no better way to end the first day of his final year at Hogwarts by giving Daphne Greengrass what might very well be the first orgasm of her entire life, and he wasn’t going to be able to do that by simply sticking his cock in and pounding her into the mattress. If he wanted to make sure she enjoyed herself he needed to hold back on his own lust for now and focus on her to start.

She looked at him in confusion when he got off of the bed and got down on his knees, but he grinned and crooked his finger at her.

“C’mere,” he said. “Scoot towards me so your legs are hanging over the edge of the bed.” She didn’t seem to understand what he had in mind but she followed his instruction, trusting him to lead the way. And lead the way he would, but he was going to make sure this wasn’t a one way street. Once she’d gotten into position and he had easy access to her body, he went to work. Since he’d already used his mouth on Susan earlier that day he decided to get Daphne off using only his fingers.  

Harry didn’t dive straight in to touching her pussy thought. Instead he teased her with touches and kisses around her inner thighs and slowly crept closer to his intended destination. Her lack of experience was obvious in the way she moaned and squirmed as he played with her body. It went without saying that he was the first person other than herself to touch her in this way, but with how intense her reactions were to even the lightest of touches he had to wonder if she’d even touched herself before. Could she really be that inexperienced?

Whether Daphne had ever played with herself or not, Harry’s mission remained the same. He got the beautiful blonde more and more worked up until she was practically panting by the time he actually progressed to touching her pussy directly. While he’d spent more time perfecting his cunnilingus technique over the summer, he’d gotten plenty of practice at getting a girl off with his fingers too. He didn’t just stick his fingers in and start shoving them inside of her, nor did he jump straight to roughly rubbing her clit. Instead he continued to apply the slow-building approach he’d been using the entire time. With his right hand he rubbed circles around her clit without actually touching it, and with his left he lightly touched her vulva. 

“Oh!” she gasped. He loved the look of wonder on her face as the hands of another touched her for the first time. “Is this what I’ve been missing out on by rejecting all those boys?”

“Probably not,” he said after a moment’s thought. “Not all guys are too concerned with making sure the woman has fun too, and even some of those who are don’t really know how to give it to them.”

“Then I’m even more relieved that I waited until a suitable, worthy candidate presented himself,” Daphne said seriously.

“So am I,” he said with a grin. “So am I.”

After a statement like that, how could he not give his very best to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as possible no matter how long it took? He took his time and gradually escalated the pleasure he thrust upon her. She moaned helplessly when he slipped a finger into her opening and took some experimental strokes, but the real reaction came when he finally touched her clit. She gasped and whined as he began to rub his finger across her clit.

Harry experimented a bit, figuring out what would feel best for her and where she was most sensitive, and once he listened to her reactions and let them guide him, he focused on repetition. Just a light pressure and gentle circling of her clit worked best for her, and one finger bent into position to stroke along her g spot was all she needed out of his left hand. He stuck to that routine and kept repeating it until her climax hit, which didn’t take long at all. She moaned and squeezed his forearm with both hands as her body tightened in orgasm, and he watched her face closely throughout. The woman with the reputation of being an ‘ice queen’, who ruthlessly shot down would-be suitors and gave off the air of being cold and unapproachable to most people, was showing him a side of herself that no one else had ever seen. He wondered what the boys she’d rejected would say if they could see her now, with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she moaned and whined her way through her first sexual experience.

“Oh Merlin,” Daphne gasped, shaking her head in shock after her orgasm died down and his hands left her body. “That was not at all what I was expecting.” He didn’t need to ask whether or not that was a good thing, but there was one question that did bear asking.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked. “Ready for me to solidify this, uh, partnership?” She nodded firmly, her orgasmic stupor replaced with the same look of self-assured confidence she’d worn when she first came into his room.

“Yes,” she said. “Please, Lord Potter. Please make me a woman, and show me how I can please you.”

He climbed back onto the bed, taking her back with him as he moved towards the center of the bed. He put her down on her back, spread her legs and got into position on top of her. He guided his cock to rest against her entrance, and looked into her eyes before going forward and penetrating her. Those blue eyes didn’t look cold now. They looked hungry and eager.

“Ready?” he asked. She just nodded and stared up at him, waiting for him to go all the way, to finish this and take her virginity. It was quite the gift she was offering him, and one he wouldn’t take lightly. She was actually going to be the first girl he’d ever deflowered, but he’d learned about how to be gentle with a lover, and his ‘instructors’ in Madrid had given him a few things to keep in mind if he ever found himself in this situation.

He slid into her slowly, feeding her his cock inch by inch. He continued his careful insertion until he felt something blocking his passage. It was the first time he’d ever dealt with it but of course he knew what it was and what needed to be done.

“This is going to hurt a bit, or so I’ve been told,” he said, warning her.

“Yes, I know that much,” she said, not looking concerned or afraid. “Don’t worry, Lord Potter. I’m prepared for this. I knew what I was getting into when I entered your room and offered this partnership.”

Right then. She had at least some idea of what was coming; that was good. He was still going to do his best to take care of her and make this as painless as he could though. He eased his hips back slightly and then pushed forward, feeling her hymen give way as his cock pierced it and claimed her virginity. Even if she’d known and expected it, she still hissed and her face winced in pain when her virginity was ripped away from her. He kept his cock still inside of her and leaned down to gently kiss her on the lips. When a couple of tears slipped out of her eyes he licked them away and kissed her cheeks. He kept kissing her lips and her face, both to try and ease her pain and to take his mind off of how desperately he wanted to start moving his hips and bury his cock deep inside of her. A more selfish man might have done just that, and based on Daphne’s words it seemed like that was the norm among the pureblood traditionalists, but Harry knew better. He knew how much more enjoyable sex was if your partner was having fun too, and he wasn’t going to budge until Daphne was ready.

“You can move whenever you’re ready,” Daphne said eventually. It did appear that her pain had faded at least to some degree, so he nodded and started moving again. He still didn’t mindlessly hump her though. He continued to exercise care even as he started to move his cock back and forth inside of her. He kept his thrusts slow, making sure he didn’t give in to the desire to simply fuck her hard. She noticed, and it seemed to defy her expectations.

“Is this pleasurable for you?” she asked. “I assumed you would move more roughly than this, and while I understand and appreciate that you’re trying to protect me, the most important thing for me is making sure you enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, I am,” he said, grinning down at her and kissing her neck as he slowly slid back in. “Trust me, this feels great.” And those weren’t just words of reassurance either. While slamming his cock in and out of a woman as hard as he could was always fun, gentle lovemaking would always have its place too. Besides, he wasn’t sure he would have been able to handle a quicker pace right now. He’d never been inside of a woman and not enjoyed it, but Daphne’s recently-deflowered pussy was far tighter than any other he’d ever been inside. If he tried to fuck her hard right now he might very well have cum before he was ready. No, this gradual back and forth was more than good enough to keep him happy and have him thanking God, Merlin and whatever other deities were listening that he’d decided to return to Hogwarts for one more year. 

Daphne was so tight, and her reactions were irresistible. She let out these cute little gasps and moans as he gave her a slow, calm fuck, and her face was so expressive. She might have perfected an indifferent, dismissive mask for most situations but she had zero control over her reactions in the face of a pleasure she’d never felt before. The woman he’d heard referred to as an ‘ice queen’ was adorably open with her emotions when she was getting shagged, and he hoped to have many more opportunities to see this side of her. 

Harry was able to last far longer than he would have if he’d tried to move with any real urgency inside of this incredible tightness, but his fate was pretty much sealed as soon as Daphne came for the second time that night. She whimpered and stared up at him like she couldn’t believe what was happening to her, like she couldn’t understand how anything could feel so good. He gave her breasts a squeeze and sucked on her neck and throat as she moaned her way through an orgasm, and while he’d known he wouldn’t be able to last much longer even prior to that, now he knew he was very much living on borrowed time.

The urge to fuck her hard as he felt his orgasm approach was nearly overwhelming but he still managed to hold himself back. Maybe he’d be able to roughly fuck Daphne in the future once he’d broken her in more and she was more accustomed to taking his large cock, but he didn’t want to push her too hard during her very first time. No matter how much the alpha male in him wanted to show this female how big and strong he was, the educated lover he’d been molded into this summer kept the movement of his hips steady and consistent the entire way through. Her moans faded when her orgasm did but Daphne continued to stare up at him as he worked towards his own end. She watched him curiously, studying his face and presumably trying to discern how he was feeling and whether or not he was enjoying himself. There was no reason for concern on that score, of course, as he was about to prove to her.

“I’m going to cum,” he warned her. One piece of knowledge he’d possessed even before his summer of sexual education was that cumming inside of a woman without knowing she was okay with it beforehand or at least giving her a heads up was a very, very bad idea. He was already taking a potion to make sure there would be no chance of impregnating anyone until he was ready for it, but it would be a faux pas even so.

“Of course you are,” she said matter-of-factly, as if that had never been in doubt. “That’s to be expected, at least for this first time. Any subsequent times you’re free to spill your seed wherever you like, of course, but to do it anywhere else right now would be a major insult.” 

Most of the little quirks that the pureblood traditionalists espoused were silly if not outright wrong in Harry’s opinion, but this was one he could get behind. He gave her one final thrust and came while burying his cock as deep inside of her as it had been all night. She smiled when she saw him tense and realized what was going on, probably because she knew it meant she’d succeeded in pleasing him and completing their ‘partnership’, such as it was. As for Harry, he couldn’t have cared less about pureblood tradition or wizarding politics at that moment. He buried his face against the side of her neck and groaned as he filled the Head Girl’s formerly virgin cunt with his semen. Had any Head Boy and Head Girl ever gotten off to such a rousing start of term? He seriously doubted it.

Daphne showed no desire to get up and return to her own bed once he pulled out of her, so he snuggled against her under the covers and settled in to go to sleep. Daphne, having been through a night unlike any other and introduced to all of this for the first time, fell asleep in short order. Harry relaxed and listened to her heavy breathing as he reflected on the most memorable of all of his September 1st returns to Hogwarts. (Yes, even more memorable than coming to the school via flying car.)

Classes hadn’t even started yet and this was already his best term at Hogwarts ever. On the train he’d eaten out Susan Bones before receiving a tittyfuck from her while her best friend touched herself, and now he’d deflowered the gorgeous Head Girl after the Welcoming Feast. If this was how his first day back had gone he couldn’t wait to see how the rest of the year was going to go.      

You decide:

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