Harry's Interactive 8th Year Chapter 7 (September 2020): A Friendly Competition (Patreon)

Where we left off: https://www.patreon.com/posts/harrys-8th-year-41379305

Summary: Harry agrees to accompany Daphne through Hogsmeade, and at the end of the day she has a special surprise waiting for him. (Harry/Daphne/Fleur/Tonks)

Harry saw many eyes on him as he traversed the streets of Hogsmeade and browsed various shops. That was nothing new, but he had a feeling that this time the stares were less about the scar on his forehead and more about the company he was keeping.

"They make a striking pair, don't they?" an elderly shopkeeper said to her husband in what was probably supposed to have been a whisper but had been plenty loud enough for Harry to hear. He said nothing; it wasn't like he was angry about it. And besides, she was right, but that had very little to do with him in his opinion. Who wouldn't look sharp with Daphne Greengrass on their arm?

It had been her idea for the two of them to walk around Hogsmeade together, in order to make a public demonstration of the unity between Head Boy and Head Girl. He hadn't had any better ideas; it wasn't like there was one particular girl who he was dating and would expect his company. He supposed he could have just gone with Ron and Hermione like usual, but as much as he loved his friends, he found that he was not regretting his choice at all. 

After parting with Daphne's friend/the president of the Advanced Sexual Education club, Tracey Davis, who smirked at Harry and told him she had all kinds of things in store for the next club meeting, the Head Boy and Girl made their way to the Three Broomsticks on Daphne's request. Harry happily agreed, relieved she hadn't asked him to go to Madam Pudifoot's instead.

Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Padma Patil were sitting together inside, and Daphne had no qualms with sitting down and joining them. Harry claimed the seat across from Luna, while Hermione scooted down so Daphne could sit in between them.

"How has your day been, ladies?" Harry asked after he and Daphne placed food orders. 

"It's been nice," Hermione said. "Padma and I spent over an hour in the new bookshop that opened up this year."

"Good thing Ron and I weren't there to drag you along to Honeydukes," Harry said, which made Hermione smile.

"They'd have been better off," Ginny said. "Luna and I picked up some good ones today. Didn't we, Luna?"

"Oh yes, we picked up some good ones," Luna said, "though not as good as what Harry picked up." She smiled serenely and looked at Daphne as she said it.

"Yes, you two do make a cute couple," Padma said. "A very cute couple. You'd rate the front page of the Daily Prophet for sure if they snapped a picture."

"We're not a couple in that way," Daphne corrected. "We're not courting."

"Is that so?" Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Because I heard differently from your best friend during our club meeting."

"I said we aren't courting," Daphne said calmly, not appearing to be affected by Ginny's sour mood. "I didn't say we don't enjoy the benefits of a close working relationship and alliance." Then she turned to Harry. "Speaking of which, I've reserved a room for us upstairs. We can go up any time after we're done eating, but I've reserved it until the morning so there is no rush."

Harry's eyes widened at her boldness, and quickly surveyed the reactions of their other tablemates. Ginny was scowling down at her empty plate as if it had personally offended her, Padma choked on her butterbeer, and Hermione was blushing like mad. Luna alone looked completely unaffected, continuing to eat her food as if nothing remarkable had been said.

Harry had been intending to savor his lunch, but the promise of spending the evening in a private room with his lovely blonde companion forced him to attack his food with a vengeance.

--

After wolfing down his food with a speed that was nearly Weasleyesque, Harry said his goodbyes to his friends and allowed Daphne to take him by the hand and lead him up the stairs to the room she had reserved for them. He was a bit surprised at just how excited he was. It wasn't like this was the first time he'd be having sex with Daphne; far from it. They even had their own private suite as Head Boy and Head Girl, so it wasn't like this was even all that unusual. But there was something about doing it outside of Hogwarts for the first time that had him eagerly anticipating the turn of the doorknob. And then his anticipation shot through the roof when he saw what, or make that who, was waiting for him inside of the room itself.    

"Long time no see, Harry," Tonks said. "Nice of you to join us."

"It hasn't been that long for me," Fleur said, "but it is still always nice to see you, 'Arry."

"It'll be even nicer once he pulls that cock out, right, Fleur?" Tonks said, grinning at him. 

Harry's auror friend and the beautiful French veela were sitting side by side on the bed. Tonks's arm was flung over Fleur's shoulders, showing off a casual closeness and familiarity that drew Harry's attention immediately, though the fact that they were both completely naked probably had something to do with that.

"Uh, hi, you two," Harry said. "I didn't realize we'd be having company."

"Are you disappointed?" Tonks asked, pouting at him with her full lips. Harry just laughed.

"I think you know the answer to that," he said. "I'm just surprised because Daphne didn't make any mention of it." He turned to the blonde who he had been accompanying around the village.

"I couldn't exactly mention it downstairs, could I?" she asked, smiling slightly. "It would have been unhealthy for her if Granger's face went any redder, and Weasley looked like she wanted to throttle me as it was. If I'd mentioned Fleur and Tonks would be joining us she may have attempted to put her fork through my head." Harry smirked at the image.

"Well, thanks anyway," he said. "This is quite possibly the best surprise I've ever gotten."

"Don't thank me," Daphne said, shaking her head. "This was all Tonks's idea."

"I guess that makes sense," Harry said, smiling at Tonks. "You did seem pretty keen on a threesome with Fleur, and I'm certainly not going to complain that Daphne's in on it too. Thanks for including me in your filthy schemes, Tonks."

"You're very welcome," she said, grinning at him. "But don't make the mistake of thinking this is going to be a walk in the park. There is serious business to be handled in this room today." 

"Oh really?" Harry was intrigued now. "What business is that?"

"We are going to see who can please you the best," Fleur said. "And the winner will get to demand something of you. Something special."

"And what might that be?" Harry asked. Ordinarily he might be uneasy about the idea of agreeing to grant someone a favor without even knowing what it was, but he doubted there was anything these three women could ask of him that he wouldn't give them so long as it was in his power to do so.

"Where would be the fun in telling you ahead of time?" Tonks teased. "I've already got my demand all picked out, and I'm the other girls have theirs sorted as well." Daphne nodded, and Fleur verbalized her agreement. "Too bad for them they won't get a chance to use theirs though. Fleur might be sex on legs, and the Head Girl is bloody beautiful in her own right, but getting into a sex competition against a metamorph is an even bigger blunder than going against a Sicilian when death is on the line."

Daphne and Fleur just looked at her blankly, but Harry snickered. "As you wish," he said. Tonks smiled, looking delighted that he'd recognized her reference. "So what do you need me to do?"

"Do?" Tonks said. "This is about us; we're doing all the work today. You don't need to do anything."

"Well, he does need to get his cock out," Fleur said. "We will be needing that."

"I can take care of that," Daphne said. She flicked her wand at him, and his clothes slid right off of his body on their own. Fleur and Tonks grinned as his cock was exposed, but then they turned to regard each other.

"How do we decide who goes first?" Fleur asked. Tonks was ready with an answer.

"You have your little sex club where you can fuck Harry in front of a bunch of horny Hogwarts witches, and obviously the Head Girl has her own suite where she can get shagged on a nightly basis," Tonks said. "I don't have that kind of access to Harry or his cock, so it's only fair that I get to go first."

Fleur didn't seem thrilled with her logic, but she did go along with it. She scooted over on the bed to make room for Harry, who went to Tonks happily. 

"Hello again," he said. "Nice to see you, Tonks. Especially without any clothes on."

"Likewise," she said. Her breasts went up a full cup size and she shook her shoulders, giving him a little bit of a show. "And now that I've shown you mine, it's time for you to show me yours." At Tonks's urging, Harry got down on his back in the middle of the bed. She got in between his legs and stared at his cock from up close.

"Yep, it still looks as good as I remember it being," she said, nodding her head in approval. "Now let's see if it tastes as good as it does in my memory too."

Tonks took the head of his cock between her lips and started to suck. She didn't waste any time in going lower and sucking him off for real, and he realized this was probably at least partially the competition coming into play. He didn't know exactly what they had in mind or how they expected to determine a winner, but it made sense regardless that Tonks would want to quickly get to the point and remind him of what oral sex from a metamorph felt like.

In a word: it was incredible. Maybe the others should have gone first, because it almost seemed unfair to expect them to be able to follow her. While he knew firsthand that both Fleur and Daphne could give great head, Tonks was able to shift her body's features in whatever way she felt might make things more pleasurable for him. 

She could make her lips as pouty and full as she wanted to, she could make her tongue longer and also give it the flexibility to slither and coil around his cock in a way an ordinary human tongue could not, and she could contract or expand her throat as needed. She could deepthroat his cock with no effort on her part, and she could make it just tight enough to feel absolutely amazing on his cock while still leaving herself able to breathe. Even if she'd only been joking earlier, maybe there was some truth there as well. Getting into a sex competition against a metamorph seemed like a setup for failure, even for women as beautiful and talented as Fleur and Daphne.

Tonks was in complete control of the situation, and after reminding him of her skills, she was able to drag an orgasm out of him very quickly. She took his cock down her throat, held him there and moaned around him. That would have felt amazing enough on its own, but she used her metamorph skills to actually physically vibrate around his cock as well, and that was more than Harry or any other man on the planet could keep up with. He groaned, held onto the bed sheets beneath him and came down her throat.

"So should we keep going, or do you two just want to throw in the towel and admit defeat after that?" Tonks asked, sitting back and wiping her lips. She looked at the other two witches in challenge.

"Do not celebrate your victory just yet," Fleur said. She flipped her hair over her shoulder haughtily, reminding Harry of the witch he'd met during the Triwizard tournament. "A veela does not give in so easily, especially in matters of sensuality and pleasure." 

It didn’t take Fleur long to get him hard again, not that he would’ve expected it to anyway. Similarly, it didn’t take long for her to remind him of just what a veela could do. He might have been premature in thinking that the other two were at such a severe disadvantage when competing with a metamorph. Fleur couldn’t shift her body at will, sure, but she was a member of an inherently sexual species, not to mention the most beautiful woman Harry had ever met. And she had skill to match her beauty. She couldn’t lengthen her tongue or change her throat, but she didn’t need to. Every lick and every bob of her head stimulated him with ease. Fleur might have stiff competition, but this was by no means a contest whose result had already been decided.

They’d told Harry that they would be doing all the work, but something about being pleasured while the other two girls merely watched did not sit well with him. He took one look at Tonks rubbing her hand between her legs and decided to offer to take on a more proactive role while still allowing them to continue their contest.

“Tonks, would you like to ride my face while Fleur does her work?” he asked. Her face lit up and she was moving to straddle his head by the time he finished his sentence.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she said. “And tell you what, if you can make me cum before Fleur makes you cum, I’ll owe you a favor.”

Harry mumbled a yes, though it wasn’t clear since her pussy was already pressed down onto his face. That was no problem though; he would just show her what he was thinking.

Now he was in a bit of competition of his own, doing his best to not only please Tonks but get her off before Fleur could get him off. He was a worthy opponent who knew what he was doing. He was well versed in the art of eating a woman out by now, and it was even easier with Tonks. Some women either couldn’t verbalize what they wanted or were too shy to, but Tonks had no problem telling him exactly what worked and what she wanted more of. He followed her clear instructions and had her moaning pretty quickly.

He was dueling with a veela, however, and Fleur was not to be denied. Try as he might to outlast her and bring Tonks to the peak first, he knew he was fighting a losing battle as soon as Fleur took him down her throat, held him there and showed no sign of even thinking about coming up for air. Harry, unable to resist the veela’s call any longer, spasmed and came down her throat.

To his credit, Fleur had only pulled off of his cock a couple of minutes earlier before he had Tonks groaning, humping his face and hitting her own release. Maybe he hadn’t quite gotten the job done before Fleur, but it was hard to feel like a loser while listening to the sounds Tonks was making.

If anyone was truly at a disadvantage here, it was Daphne. She was beautiful, and the former virgin had proved to be a quick study once Harry broke her in, but she was still just a fully human witch trying to follow a metamorph and a veela. But she did not look intimidated by the challenge before her. She looked confident as she stripped out of her clothes, and there was no hesitation as she climbed onto the bed and got down on her knees.

“Don’t underestimate me,” she said, and he wondered if she was talking to him or to the other two witches. “I won’t be defeated easily.”

And she was right. She didn’t have the metamorph skills or a veela’s innate sexual nature to fall back on, but what she lacked in natural talent or ability she made up for with simple determination. Her human tongue licked along his cock and her lips slid down, and she showed that she could deepthroat him too. He could look down and see that she couldn’t do so with the ease of Fleur or Tonks, but that didn’t stop her. She kept at it, and when she was forced to pull back and gasp for air, she would take him right back down again soon enough. She got her hands in on the act too, stroking his cock and leading the way for her mouth.

“She’s good,” Tonks said. “Better than I was expecting.”

“Oui,” Fleur agreed. “We cannot take her lightly.”

That was a sentiment Harry completely agreed with. Daphne gave herself no break, knowing she needed to give this her all to measure up to the two who had come before her. She kept going until she finished him off, but she didn’t swallow his seed as Tonks and Fleur had done. Instead she pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked him until he finished across her face, dirtying her pretty features with his semen. The look only made her hotter in his eyes.

“And she’s creative too,” Tonks said. “Harry’s going to remember that image when it’s time for him to pick a winner.”

“I will just have to give him something even more impressive to remember,” Fleur said.

It took some time for him to get hard again. He was only human, after all, and he’d just cum three times in a row. The three girls knew this, and they pulled out a trick that was guaranteed to speed up the process. They joined together on the bed and snogged each other. They would take turns; one minute Tonks and Daphne would be kissing while Fleur brushed her breasts against Daphne’s back and embraced her from behind, and the next it would be the veela and the metamorph tongue wrestling each other while the Head Girl reached between them and played with their breasts. Three of the most beautiful women Harry had ever seen were making out right in front of him, and just as it was intended to do, it brought his cock back to life.

“Ooh, not so little Harry’s ready to play again!” Tonks exclaimed as she broke away from Fleur’s lips. “Sorry, flower, but I’ve been waiting to get that cock back inside of me for far too long!”

Tonks climbed on top of him and sank down onto his cock, and she quickly showed that she was out to win and wasn’t afraid to use her morphing to do so. She made her breasts bigger and brought his hands up to cup them while she rode his cock, and she tightened her vaginal muscles to make it an even tighter fit for him. He knew that it wouldn’t take much of this at all for him to cum. But so did Fleur.

“Your time is up,” she said. “You can’t hog him all to yourself. We will go in turns.”

“Oh, fine!” Tonks said, pouting. “Spoil all my fun!” She dismounted him nevertheless, but before Fleur could replace her Daphne swooped in and dropped down onto his cock before Harry could even blink.

“Is zat how we are going to play?” Fleur said. “Very well.”

While Daphne got into riding him, Fleur crawled over near his head and sat down on his face. Her back was to him, so while Harry’s face was covered by her delicious veela pussy Fleur was able to capture Daphne’s lips in a kiss. 

Even the veela’s lips did not throw Daphne off of her game too much. She continued to ride him hard, and again showed that she would use all of her determination to keep herself in the game against this stiff opposition. She bounced on his cock with urgency, propelling her body up and down with as much energy and force as she’d ever shown him. He wasn’t sure any witch had ever taken him for a ride with quite this much zest. For Daphne, competition really did bring out the best in her.

“I think you’ve been on top long enough,” Tonks said. “Time to let our French flower have her turn before she starts throwing fireballs at you.”

Daphne had to be prodded into giving up her position, but eventually Fleur did claim her spot on top of Harry. She smiled down at him and rubbed herself against his cock, not sticking him in right away.

“You ‘ave saved the best for last, ‘Arry,” she purred. “Tonks and Daphne are good competition, I admit it. But it is time to remind you of the pleasures that only a veela can bring you.”

Fleur dropped down, taking his cock inside of her. She couldn’t pull off any of Tonks’s special tricks, and she didn’t show the urgency in movement that Daphne had either. She was content to take it slow, undulating against him, swiveling her hips and moving her body with an effortless grace and sensuality. She didn’t work like she was on a timer, and she didn’t need to. If she wanted to remind him of the exquisite perfection that was being inside of a veela pussy, she was succeeding. Harry could do nothing but grab onto her hips, watch her perfect arse sway and give in to the feeling building inside of him.

But just as he was about to give in, Fleur was ordered off of him so Tonks could take her place. The metamorph was in the process of climbing back on top of him when his cock twitched and his seed sprayed across her belly. Tonks looked disappointed at first, but then she smiled widely.

“Aha! I win!” she crowed. “He was so happy to have me going in for another round that he just couldn’t contain himself!”

“You are surely joking, non?” Fleur said, raising an eyebrow. “It was moi who gave ‘Arry too much pleasure for him to ‘andle. He would have cum inside of me if you hadn’t rushed me off of him.”

“And who was responsible for building him up to that point?” Daphne interjected. “You were able to move so slowly on him to finish him off because I rode him so hard right before you.”

“Clearly we won’t be able to agree on who was responsible for this,” Tonks said. “But does it matter? This isn’t a sprint; it’s a marathon. That won’t be Harry’s last orgasm of the evening. There’s still time for all three of us to make our cases.”

“You’re right,” Daphne said. “Nothing is settled yet. We’ll all have our chance to prove ourselves.”

“Oui,” Fleur added. “It’s not about who was fucking him during an orgasm. It’s about who impressed him the most. And I don’t intend to lose.”

“Neither do I,” Daphne said.

“And there’s no way in hell I’m losing this fight,” Tonks said. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” As if to prove it, she made her arse bigger and shook her hips from side to side, waving her bum in Harry’s face.

Harry looked from Tonks’s wiggling bum to the determined set of Daphne’s jaw, and then to Fleur, who looked like she was seconds away from devouring him whole. The competition was only just beginning, and he knew he was in for a long night. It was a good thing Daphne had reserved this room until the morning, because it was obvious none of these witches would be admitting defeat any time soon.

--

“I cannot move any more,” Daphne panted. “No matter how much I try, my body just won’t listen.” Harry could attest to that. Her pussy was still pressed against his face, just as it had been since their marathon competition had finally reached its end. She had maintained her energy throughout the night, knowing that she needed to try her very best to make up for the natural advantages of her opponents. He’d been amazed at her stamina and willpower, and how she forced herself to keep going no matter how sweaty she got or how fatigued her body became as a result of her efforts. Daphne had dug deep and pushed herself harder than she ever had before in the bedroom, but it was catching up to her now. She was crashing hard. 

“I know just what you mean,” Tonks said. She’d been giving Harry a titfuck at the end, squeezing out the last drops of semen left in his body. Now that that was done her head was resting on top of Harry, her mouth close enough to him that he could feel her breath on his cock. In another situation that might have gotten him aroused all over again, but that would not be happening this time. His cock had served him well and held up until the end of the competition, but there was no way it would be ready for more tonight after all that the four of them had gotten up to. 

Tonks sounded like she was on the verge of passing out herself. She’d tried all sorts of things to top the other girls, and predictably her metamorph skills had figured heavily into her strategy. Changing her proportions had continued to be something she turned to, but she didn’t stop there. Eventually she’d started becoming other people entirely. She’d become Harry’s first crush Cho Chang in an attempt to gain his favor by making old fantasies come to life. Later she’d taken the role playing fantasy even further by going back to their shared appreciation of muggle film and becoming Princess Leia, pretending that she was rewarding her hero for saving the rebel forces and defeating the Empire. 

But the transformation that stuck out most prominently in his head was when she’d turned into Astoria Greengrass, and she and Daphne had worked together to give him a glimpse of what being in the middle of a Greengrass sandwich might look like. He still wasn’t sure what their goal had been there, since they were still competing against each other. Maybe they had been hoping the joint effort would have earned them bonus points? Whatever their rationale might have been, he was very glad they’d put that spontaneous collaboration together.

Fleur couldn’t speak for herself, but Harry knew she was just as tired as any of them were. She seemed to spend as much effort on exhausting the other girls as she did on pleasing Harry. Maybe she’d been hoping to wear them down so she could have him all to herself at the end, or maybe her real goal had been to impress him by showing she could please a witch just as effectively as she could please him. Daphne and Tonks certainly hadn’t complained about having her attention on them. That was why she couldn’t speak currently. While Tonks had been using her large breasts to finish Harry off for good, Fleur had been busy licking the metamorph to one final orgasm of her own. Tonks’s lower body was smothering Fleur’s face, but he was sure Tonks would agree that this didn’t hurt Fleur’s standing in the competition at all. Other than Harry himself, no one had brought as much pleasure to the others as the veela had. She was a master of sex in all forms, and she’d proven that point beyond doubt to all three of them.  

All three witches were exhausted, but Harry doubted any of them were feeling as drained as he was. The three of them had at least had respites, brief moments of rest in between sessions. Harry was active almost non-stop, and he would even be active in the time it would take for his cock to get hard again, either licking between a girl's legs, fingering her, or both. In one case he'd even licked Daphne while fingering Tonks with one hand and Fleur with the other, and then as soon as his cock had gotten hard again there had been a scramble to be the one to claim his cock. He was constantly in demand, with all three girls trying to impress him and in the process exhausting him. He'd never been so fatigued after sex. Not even his first meeting with the Advanced Sex Education club had tired him this much. 

"Harry never declared a winner," Tonks pointed out. She lifted her head up to look at him, which he could see after Daphne willed her body into moving. 

"You're right," Daphne said. Apparently the reminder of their unresolved original purpose gave her the strength to move off of his face, and now she crouched near his head. "What's it going to be, Harry? Are you ready to name me the winner and hear what I want from you?"

"You?" Tonks scoffed. "No offense, Daphne; you're really good. For a normal witch. But you're no metamorph."

"And she is not a veela," Fleur said, her mouth now free to talk since she had gotten out from underneath Tonks's body. "Neither are you. No one is a match for me. Not a determined Head Girl or even a metamorph. No one can get 'Arry off as well as I do. Isn't that right?"

Harry looked back and forth from one expectant face to the next. All three witches expected an answer from him, and while he felt comfortable in the belief that none of them would truly be upset at not being chosen, the winner would definitely welcome the bragging rights that came with their victory. And of course there was this 'special demand' to consider. It was obvious that all three of them already had their own ideas in mind about what they would demand. He was curious about all three, but he may only get to experience one--and he doubted they would be at all pleased with a copout answer like "all three of you are winners."

Knowing they wouldn't let him close his eyes and enjoy a much needed rest until he gave them their answer, he cleared his throat and made his decision.  

September 2020 poll question:

What will Harry get up to doing the first Hogsmeade visit of the year?

(Winner: Daphne leads him to an inn for a day of fun and competition with Fleur and Tonks, 53%)

October 2020 poll question:

Who will Harry declare the winner, and what special favor will they demand of him?