The Power He Knows Not Chapter 9.

Content Warnings: Hand Jobs, Humping, Shower Scene, Cum Play, Teasing.

Room of Requirement:

“I-I think I’ll go take a shower,” Daphne mumbled, her ivory cheeks coated with a dark red blush. She was just about ready to die from embarrassment, both at being mistaken for someone else, and for calling Harry… that… particular term. Just thinking about it made her want to combust spontaneously. If the highly convenient room they were in was kind enough to provide her with a hole, she would have happily crawled into it and not emerged till the end of time.

Susan leaned back in her chair, biting into the muffin in her hand and studying Harry with a small smirk on her face. Harry had turned slightly to watch Daphne, his eyes fixed on the gentle sway of her hips as she made her way to the bathroom on unsteady feet.

She sighed. Her boyfriend and their new lover were both stubborn idiots, too entrenched in their own preconceptions and ideas to ever make the first move without outside intervention.

Why did you have to call her Susie, Harry? Susan thought grumpily. Everything had been going splendidly till that point. She tossed the empty butter paper housing the muffin into the fire, dusting her hands to clean them of crumbs before getting to her feet. While it was completely unlike her, if she wanted Harry to make a move on any reasonable time scale instead of simply pining from afar for months (as he had done with her), she would need to take matters into her own hands. Quite literally.

“Sleep well?” Susan asked, dropping her voice to a sultry whisper. While her shyness often prevented her from acting on it, she had an undeniable innate sultry aura that made it very easy to reduce most men to blubbering messes if she wanted to. Her boyfriend, however, was not like most men, but even he wasn’t completely immune to its effects.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down on the bed before kneeling in front of him. Susan wordlessly unbuttoned his trousers, her face breaking out into a bashful grin at his quiet groan when she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, his massive erection springing free.

“It’s not healthy to keep so much morning wood trapped in one place, sir,” Susan whispered, her hand barely wrapping around his impressive girth. She pulled it away and spat on it, using her saliva as lube as she began to massage his throbbing manhood, treating her boyfriend to a slow and sensual handjob. Her free hand moved to fondle his balls, gently rolling the sensitive orbs between her fingers.

Harry’s breath hitched, his cock twitching with excitement at this new, confident side of his girlfriend. She kept pumping his cock for a good five minutes, going as slow as she could. Every time she judged he was close she could stop, giving his sensitive tip a kiss before resuming the process all over again, slowly driving him crazy.

“Oh, would you look at the time,” she murmured, twisting her wrist and pretending to look at her wristwatch with a devious grin on her face. The sudden turning of her wrist added delicious pressure to his engorged manhood, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared.  Harry whimpered at the sudden loss of pressure as she pulled her hands away from him, slowly getting to her feet.

“S-Susie?” Harry groaned, pushing himself up and reaching for her in desperation.

“Sorry, daddy,” Susan teased with a wicked glint in her eyes. “I have an early potions class.” She stepped backward, just out of reach of his arms. “You will need to take someone else’s help to deal with your… big problem,” she mumbled, turning around to hide the blush on her cheeks. Being so outrageously flirty was entirely unlike her, but it was all for a good cause, she reminded herself.

“I’ll see you in Herbology!” She grabbed her bag from the chair and practically ran out of the room, knowing if she stayed any longer she would have yielded to temptation and skipped Potions to join them in the shower.

Harry watched Susan leave with a dazed expression on his face. Her sensual handjob had completely short-circuited his brain, and it now acted on autopilot, making him get up and walk toward the bathroom with a single goal in mind. Release.

Daphne had quickly stripped off her clothes, carefully arranging them on the sink, knowing she would have to re-wear the same uniform for the day. The room had helpfully provided her with a brand new toothbrush and her favorite brand of paste. She had just finished brushing and was about to step in the shower when Harry stepped into the bathroom.

“H-Harry!” One arm immediately flew to wrap around her chest (in a wholly inadequate effort to protect her modesty by covering her large, firm tear-drop-shaped breasts) while the other hand moved in between her legs (while this was slightly more successful in covering things up, there was no hiding the sheen on the inside of her thighs, nor the heady scent of her arousal filling the air).

“Daphne,” Harry rasped, his breathing heavy. He clutched the door handle, trying to compose himself and regain some measure of self-control. Their first time together couldn’t be him railing her like a wild beast.

Daphne’s eyes took in his wide eyes and pupils that were blown with lust, his half-undone shirt, and the taut muscles of his chest poking through before moving down and settling on the elephant in the room.

It’s nothing less than a bloody elephant trunk, she thought, whimpering quietly as another trickle of arousal leaked out of her.

“I-I can go,” Harry offered, although the tone of his voice made it clear he very much did not want to leave.

“N…no,” Daphne whispered, her eyes fixed on his throbbing manhood. His cock glistened with a combination of saliva and precum, and she took an involuntary step toward him, entranced by its enormous size. “N-not unless you want to leave. Which is totally fine. I don’t expect-”

Harry pulled his shirt over his head and carelessly dropped it to the floor before he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower, cutting her off mid-sentence. His base desires were now firmly in control, and his brain decided it had one simple goal. To ruin Daphne Greengrass. He flipped her around, pushing her against the blue-tiled wall as his leg pushed between hers, gently separating her thighs.

“H-harry!” Daphne moaned as he pushed his knee up against her needy cunt. She lowered herself on his leg and began to grind against it, desperate for any source of friction and relief. She was humping his leg like a bitch in heat, but could not find it in herself to demand they make love in a more dignified fashion.

How can something so depraved feel so good?

SMACK.

The sound of his palm making contact with her firm, pert asscheek reverberated around the bathroom. Daphne squealed, the dull ache radiating from her ass causing a flood of arousal to leak out of her and stain his thigh.

“That’s not what you call me,” Harry growled, his fingers burying in her messy blonde hair. He tugged and pulled her back against his firm chest, the pressure on her scalp combined with the stinging of her ass reducing her to a blubbering mess. “What do you call me?”

Harry was acting on pure instinct. He had no idea how he knew what she enjoyed. He simply let his gut feeling guide him, and given her body’s reaction to his words and actions, he was evidently on the right track.

“D-daddy!” Daphne squealed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as his free hand moved to her breast. He pinched her nipple, rolling the rapidly hardening pink nub between his fingers.

His lips were close to her ear, the feel of his hot breath against her cool skin making her shiver. “You’re home, Daphne. Nobody is ever going to threaten you again,” he whispered.

For the first time in her life, Daphne Greengrass believed someone without any reservations.

Harry pulled his leg away, and she bucked, shuffling back towards him on wobbly legs, desperate for the release she knew she was oh-so-close to. “Please,” she begged, sobbing with frustration. “Please!”

“Hush, princess.” His quiet admonishment pulled her back to reality. She leaned against his chest, laboring for breath as she waited for his next move. Her body was his to do with as he pleased, she decided.

“Are you… Have you been with someone before?” Daphne shook her head shyly at the question. She had considered several potential partners but had found none of them to be suitable until fate had dropped a man she could have sworn was her soulmate right at her doorstep. “Alright,” he whispered at the shake of her head. “We’ll go slow.” Daphne rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with pure adoration on her face.

“Use ‘Red’ if you need me to stop, ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down, and ‘Green’ if I’m good to continue,” Harry whispered.

“Yes, daddy,” Daphne mumbled, shuddering with excitement when she felt his rock-hard shaft brush against her thigh. His hands moved to her waist, fingers leaving angry red marks on her unblemished skin as he held her in place. Harry guided his tip to her wet slit, gently pushing inside her weeping pussy.

“I… MERLIN!” Daphne screamed, her legs trembling at the huge intrusion stretching out the walls of her tight cunt. All strength fled her body at the mixture of pleasure and pain flooding her synapses, his hold on her waist the only thing keeping her upright. He slowly pushed deeper into her slick and aching womanhood, groaning quietly as his sensitive tip hit the wall of expected resistance.

Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck, peppering her creamy skin with kisses. He stayed inside her, unmoving, giving the shell-shocked girl a minute to get used to his presence before he moved deeper. Their breathing was ragged, both of them struggling to retain the last vestiges of their composure. They were close to abandoning all reason and rutting like animals, Daphne could feel it.

Harry pressed his lips against her shoulder, his muffled voice asking for permission to continue. However, instead of words, a quiet hiss escaped his throat, the sound awakening something deep inside Daphne.

She gasped, her gasp turning into a quiet groan when Harry pulled out of her, stumbling away from her with wide eyes.

Daphne grabbed the towel rack to support herself, forcing her wobbly legs to cooperate and help her turn so she could face her lover.

“I-I’m sorry,” Harry whispered, appearing mortified.

“Why?” Daphne asked quietly in between labored breaths. Looking into his dark eyes, she had a sudden moment of clarity. The incident in their second year, the nagging feeling that he was holding back, the quiet hiss… “Because you used Parseltongue?” She frowned when he flinched almost imperceptibly.

It was then she realized what he was trying to keep suppressed. There was a darkness in him, a shadow that he kept hidden from the world and even Susan. She could sense it eating away at him, and if left unchecked, it would drive him mad.

She couldn’t compete with Susan. She suddenly realized she didn’t have to.

Susan was his light, his guiding beacon. But no light could exist without darkness. She was his darkness.

Susan could never soothe the dark creature lurking in the shadows of his soul. That was a job only she could do.

We are two sides of the same coin. Light and Dark.

Emboldened with a sudden clarity of purpose, she closed the distance between her and Harry on shaky legs, her trembling hands moving to cup Harry’s cheeks. She gently pulled him down to her level.

I need to handle this delicately.

She had to wash away his shame, coax his hidden side out and be an outlet for its hedonism so it stopped eating at Harry from the inside.

“Harry Potter,” she whispered, her lips curled into a lopsided grin. “You sure do know how to treat a Slytherin right.”

“Y-you… liked it? You weren’t repulsed by it?” Harry stammered.

Daphne grabbed his hand, guiding it down to her wet slit. “Does it look like I’m repulsed by it?” she asked, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. “It was the hottest thing you could have done, daddy. I’m of half a mind to ask you to only speak Parseltongue when we’re in bed.”

“I can’t control it,” Harry admitted, a hint of pink in his cheeks. Everyone before her had treated it like a shameful secret. Her voice was full of admiration, not revulsion. “I’ve used it on purpose only once before.”

“We’ll learn.” Her hands wrapped around his glistening cock, clumsily pumping his throbbing manhood. She’d learn all she needed to know about pleasing him, and he would learn not to be ashamed of something that was a part of his being. “What were you thinking about? What did you say?”

“I…I asked if you’re okay with me continuing,” Harry whispered, groaning quietly. A dribble of precum squirted out of his cock, running down her hands. Daphne smiled. She had never felt this powerful. It was intoxicating.

“And what were you thinking?” Daphne asked again, gently coaxing the answer out of him.

“Your scream. When I pushed inside you,” Harry mumbled, the hint of shame returning to his voice.

“Do you like hearing me scream, daddy?” she whispered, increasing the speed of her pumping. She knew of women who got off on pain. For her, personally, it wasn’t the idea of the pain that got her off as much as the feeling of power that came with it.

I’m the only one he trusts with this.

Only she could feed this side of him.

“Yes,” Harry admitted quietly. His eyes fluttered shut, and he groaned loudly. “Daph, I’m going to-”

“Cum? Mark your pretty princess with your seed, daddy. Claim her as yours,” Daphne replied, her eyes glinting with suppressed excitement. She lowered herself to her knees. She kept her hands wrapped around his cock, using them to guide his tip towards her lips. Her kiss on his sensitive tip was the final straw, and he came with a harsh groan filled with unbridled ecstasy. His fiery climax was the perfect end to the game they had started when he had walked into the bathroom, and she closed her eyes, her lips curled into a blissful smile as she tilted her head to ensure that every last drop of his warm seed splashed against her skin.

It was her prize, the symbol of her victory.

Harry buried a hand in her messy blonde hair as he exploded onto her ivory skin, coating her face from forehead to chin with his cum. She didn’t bother to get up even after he had finished, remaining on her knees and letting him toy with her as he saw fit. For now, Harry simply stood with his hands buried in her hair, his chest heaving with every shuddering breath as he tried to regain his composure.

Daphne moved her hand to her face, swiping the cum that covered her eyes. Suddenly overcome by curiosity, she popped the thumb in her mouth, her tongue running over her smooth skin and wiping it clean of the treasure it held.

Warm. Salty. She found herself surprisingly amenable to its taste.

Why does Pansy gripe so much about having to swallow?

She slowly opened her eyes, her gray orbs looking up at Harry with a mixture of shyness and pride.

She was the only one who could give him something he desired, and the thought of that made her feel empowered in a way little else ever had. She gratefully accepted his help in getting to her feet, absentmindedly swiping dollops of his cum off her face with her fingers and popping them in her mouth.

Pansy’s a moron.

She wasn’t amenable to his seed. She was addicted to it.

“I’m sorry,” Harry murmured, turning to the knob of the shower. She tilted her head out of the way of the steaming water, determined not to let it wash away the remaining cum on her face.

“Whatever for?” Daphne asked, the blissful expression on her face morphing into one of frustration. Was he about to jump on the shame train again?

Harry squirted jasmine-scented shower gel on his hands (her favorite, the room really was amazing), rubbing them together to work up a lather. His hands were gentle as they grabbed her heavy breasts, massaging the soap into her creamy skin. “I left you hanging,” Harry replied simply.

“Are you… talking about my orgasm?” Daphne croaked, her heart skipping a beat.

Power. Security. Pleasure.

She couldn’t believe a single man was about to give her all three.

“Yes. And you know… the other thing,” Harry murmured. He bent, his hands gently soaping up her slick thighs.

Daphne giggled. She popped one last dollop of cum into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue as she leaned into the shower to clean her face. “My virginity isn’t going anywhere. It’s yours to take, daddy. But,” she whispered, leaning into him as he stood. “I’ll hold onto it until you get over this weird shame you feel about your desires and the things you want to do to me,” she teased, her eyes twinkling playfully as she leaned up and kissed his jaw.

“Now, help me wash my hair,” Daphne ordered, leaning forward to allow him easier access to her hair.

“Yes, princess.” Harry grinned.

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The Library:

“Nice of you two to join us,” Hermione muttered, looking up at the sound of chairs scraping against the floor. She ran a hand through her bushy brown hair frustratedly, glaring at Harry and Daphne as they sat down opposite each other. “Susan has filled me in. Have they lost their minds?” she hissed, leaning towards her best friend.

“Is she stressing about the dragons?” Harry asked, turning to look at Susan.

“She is,” Hermione growled, smacking Harry’s arm as punishment for his cavalier attitude. The sound of the smack caused Madam Pince to glare in their direction, which was soundly ignored by all four of them. “Why aren’t you?”

“I can’t seem to bring myself to stress about anything today, Mione.”

“I wonder why,” Susan murmured, a proud grin on her face as she alternated between looking at Harry and a pink-faced Daphne.

Daphne blushed harder, ducking her head to study the books spread out on the table to hide her face.

“The sun is shining. There’s not a cloud in the sky. It’s a beautiful day,” Harry replied, leaning back in his chair with a content smile on his face.

“Hedwig thought so too. But then, she doesn’t like the sun, or daytime, so she immediately left for the owlery after dropping this letter off at breakfast,” Susan said, holding out the envelope for Harry. “It’s from your godfather.”

Harry grabbed the envelope from Susan and immediately tore it open, but was stopped from pulling out the letter by Hermione’s hand on his arm. “Is this really the right place to read that, Harry?” she asked, glancing at Daphne.

Daphne didn’t miss the glance. She bristled at the Gryffindor’s presumptuousness. Who was she to decide what Daphne could and could not be trusted with?

“I think you’ll find that to be da...Dharry’s decision,” Daphne corrected herself quickly, her voice ice cold. Her face was one of polite impassivity, the very picture of an Ice Queen, and only her flashing eyes betrayed her anger.

“I trust her.”

Daphne turned to look at Hermione with a proud smile at Harry’s words.

“No offense, Daphne, but you’ve known her for all of one day.”

“I trust her,” Harry repeated, shaking off Hermione’s arm. He pulled out the letter, gently unfolding it.

“Wait,” Daphne said, pulling out her wand. She held it in her right hand, stretching it out towards Harry.

While she resented Hermione’s hostility, she had no desire to drive a wedge between her and Harry, nor did she wish to be the woman who made him choose between his girlfriend and his best friend.

“Take out your wand. Hold it in your left hand and touch its tip with mine please, Harry.”

“Why?” Harry asked, confused. Despite his bewilderment, he set the letter down, pulled out his wand, and did what Daphne asked.

“She’s swearing an Unbreakable Vow,” Susan murmured. “If you break it, you die,” she explained when both Harry and Hermione stared at her with blank expressions.

Daphne nodded and did just that before Harry could react, promising on her life never to share any of Harry’s secrets without his permission.

“Are you happy?” She asked coldly once the pact was sealed, turning to Hermione as she pushed her wand back inside her cloak.

“You're a strange woman, Greengrass,” Hermione muttered, more than a little confused both by Harry’s sudden trust in the Slytherin and by Daphne’s utter devotion to her best friend.

“Oh, you have no idea, Granger,” Daphne retorted, winking at a smirking Susan.

Harry quickly scanned it before tossing it onto the table in a fit of rage. “I told you telling him about the tournament was a bad idea,” he growled, massaging his temples.

“Why?” Susan asked, frowning.

“He’s coming to Hogsmeade.”

“Why is that a bad thing?” Daphne couldn’t understand the alarmed expressions on everyone’s faces.

“It’s… complicated,” Harry replied. “And a very long story.”

“We have two free periods,” Daphne pointed out.

And so, in hushed whispers, Harry filled her in about his adventures and how he had helped Sirius Black, the supposedly notorious mass murderer who also happened to be his godfather evade capture.

Notes: 

I know it feels like Daphne Appreciation week lol, but I also have a spicy Harry/Luna chapter coming out tomorrow or on Sunday that I think you'll love. Also, before anyone asks, Daphne is my OG muse and I almost always give her a sad backstory and a bunch of angst and trauma because I'm evil like that, but also because I love writing Haphne Hurt/Comfort.