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Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2024-12-16 20:39:38 +0000 UTCSummary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.
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Chapter 15: Breaking The Ice
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“So Pansy had some interesting things to say about you last night.”
Harry looked up from where he was absentmindedly thumbing through one of the few old tomes he ‘borrowed’ from the Restricted Section the night before
“Is that right?” He asked, looking towards the blonde. “Parkinson has had a great many things to say about me over the years, none of them very interesting though.”
Daphne hummed in agreement as she inhaled a lungful of nicotine-filled smoke. Harry watched the way the blonde’s pouty pink-glossed lips wrapped sinfully around the butt of the cigarette with no small amount of fascination. If she noticed the way he was staring towards he, she made no comment about it, instead simply exhaling the smoke through her nose with a sigh.
“True, most of what she says is white noise at best, though I did find her words last night of a particular intrigue.” Daphne said, her crystal blue eyes shifting towards him with a glint of amusement.
From where the blonde stood, leaning over the balcony in their little hidden meeting place- her silvery blonde hair framed in the setting sunlight as it crested over the mountains with just a hint of a breeze blowing through the shining locks, gave her an almost ethereal look, one Harry couldn’t help but silently marvel at as she glanced back his way with a ghost of a knowing smirk on her lips.
“And what exactly was it she said that piqued your interest?” He asked, doing his best to turn his attention back to the dusty tome in front of him instead of staring at the celestial beauty in front of him.
Daphne turned back to staring out over the sprawling grounds of Hogwarts as she took another drag of her cigarette. “She seemed to be under the impression that I would be in dire need of a pepper-up potion or two for our little meeting. Of course, this was after she all but limped her way into our dorm looking quite the mess.” Turning to him, the blonde vanished the remains of her smoke and levelled him with a pointed gaze. “You wouldn’t happen to know why that is do you, Harry?”
The way she said his name sent an unintentional shiver down his spine. Why Daphne of all people had this effect on him was a mystery, but the blonde seemed to know exactly what her presence did to him and was deliberately using that to her advantage. Just what advantage that was remained to be seen.
Harry was still wary of the blonde. She was, after all, practically a stranger with unknown motives. Simply because she was nice to look at did not mean he should let his guard down, people like Narcissa Malfoy were evidence enough of the folly in doing so. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t dish out his own bit of fun now, did it?
“Perhaps.” He said, closing the book in his lap and setting it to the side. “Tell me, Daphne.” He said just as pointedly. “Why do you want to know?”
Daphne’s lips twitched upwards in an ever-so-quick smile before her impassive mask slipped back into place. “To feed my insatiable curiosity of course. I find it intriguing that Pansy would see fit to give me advice on dealing with one of her betroth’s greatest rivals. Advice given, mind you, after she returned to our dorm looking as if she’d just fought off a hoard of rabid hippogriffs.”
Daphne stepped forward, each step measured and precise as she sauntered towards Harry with an unreadable expression affixed to her porcelain features. Harry’s eyes tracked her every step of the way, studying every subtle move of her lithe figure keenly.
Though she was dressed in the standard Hogwarts uniform, Daphne wore it in a way that no doubt turned nearly every head in the castle. From her neatly pressed skirt that hugged the gentle curves of her hips, to the crisp white blouse and deep blue cardigan that dipped in the front, giving just the barest hint of her pale unblemished cleavage. She was not dressed sinfully like Lavender, who seemed to enjoy showing off as much flesh as she could (especially in front of Harry), but it was seemingly just the blonde’s natural beauty that drew you in and forced you to lust after her despite the modest way she dressed.
Harry chuckled lowly as the blonde took the seat opposite him with a practised grace.
“We had a…rather long chat.” He said simply, leaning back into the blush chair with a relaxed grin.
“A very thorough one at that it seems.” Daphne replied, casting him an amused look from under her long eyelashes. “If Pansy’s need for a contraceptive potion this morning is anything to go by.”
Harry huffed out a laugh and stood, retrieving a cigarette of his own from the packet with his breast pocket. “For someone who acts so very aloof all the time, you seem pretty interested in what I get up to in my free time Greengrass.” With a snap of his fingers the cigarette between his lips was set alight, allowing him to take a deep inhale of the burning smoke.
“Well, I think it’s only fair. After all, we’ll be spending a great deal of time together this semester so it wouldn’t do to keep secrets from one another yes?” Daphne replied, her crystal blue eyes boring into his own.
Harry chuckled and leaned his back against the balcony. The meeting place Daphne had found for them was both comfortable and private enough for them not to worry about any eavesdroppers.
It was a round alcove-shaped room, hidden off in one of the far corners of the Astronomy tower behind a display case of various magical telescope lenses. Half the room was dedicated as a sort of communal sitting space, with fine plush upholstered chairs and a low sitting mahogany tea table, while the other half was sectioned off by a balcony that overlooked the sprawling castle grounds and greenhouses below. Daphne had said she found the room one evening when searching for a place to review her Astronomy notes before class. The display case had sprung open whilst the girl had been pacing back and forth, muttering the names of the different constellations under her breath. Apparently, whoever made this room was a Pisces and as such made the star-sign’s name the password.
“How about this? We’ll trade. I tell you my secret and in turn, you tell me something I want to know.” He smirked teasingly. “Fair?”
Daphne thought about it a moment, mulling the decision over in her head before nodding. “Deal. You and Pansy obviously had sex. That much is obvious. What I want to know is how exactly THAT happened. As far as I knew, Pansy abhorred you and you her.” She said with a click of her tongue.
Harry hummed to himself, taking another drag of his cigarette while he considered his words. “Let’s just say she and Draco had a little disagreement and I was there to help her find an alternative way out of the situation.”
Daphne surprised him by snorting and crossing her arms. “You caught her going along with one of Draco’s little schemes and she threw herself at you in order to save her own skin, didn’t she?”
That was…unexpected. Harry blinked in surprise and shook his head. “In simple terms, yes. How did you know?”
“Please- I’ve known Pansy since we were 6. There isn’t much she could do that I wouldn’t be able to parse myself.” The blonde scoffed. “Though…that does raise the question. What did you get out of that little deal? I may not know you very well Potter, but it’s obvious enough you wouldn’t be satisfied with simply ‘wetting your cock’ as my sister would put it.”
Harry huffed out a laugh and looked out over the grounds. “This and that.” He said simply. “‘Fraid I can’t share much about that, not even with pretty blondes who are far more devious than they look.” He said, lazily sweeping his gaze back towards the amused witch.
“Awe, you think I’m pretty?” Daphne said with faux giddiness.
Laughing once more, Harry put out his cigarette and walked back to his seat. “I believe it’s my turn to ask a question now.” At Daphne’s nod, he leaned back into his chair with a curious gaze. “Why exactly were you meeting with Dumbledore a few days ago?”
“There was an…altercation between me and one of my classmates. One that required a floo call to my father to sort out.” Daphne replied easily.
“An ‘altercation’?” Harry asked unimpressed. “Does that have anything to do with the bruises on your hand?”
Instinctively, Daphne moved to rub at her unblemished knuckles. Though the bruises were long gone thanks to the wonders of healing magic, it seemed the mental blemishes were still there.
Clearing her throat, the blonde sat up just a little straighter. “The individual who started it would not take no for an answer. I had to be a bit more forceful in my rebuttal.”
Well that was unexpected. He would never have guessed Daphne Greengrass of all people to punch someone. Curse? Absolutely, but the pureblood princess didn’t exactly put off the whole ‘physical violence’ vibe. It was…endearing in an odd way.
“Little tip- wrap your fist tighter and keep your wrist straight. Reduces the risk of injury.” He explained. One too many scuffles with Dudley and his gang taught him a thing or two. “If you really want to do some damage, swing from your hips not just your arm. That way you’ll have your whole weight behind it.”
The blonde witch across from him blinked once- twice- and then laughed. An honest to god laugh that had the corners of her eyes crinkled and her white teeth on full display. “You’re a strange one Harry. I don’t believe many would critique my form after I admitted to striking another person.”
Harry shrugged with a grin of his own. “I won’t question your reasons. Merlin knows I’ve gotten into more than my fair of trouble, so the way I see it, at least next time you’ll be a bit more prepared.”
“Indeed.” Daphne smirked. “Well then shall we continue with our project or is there anything else you wish to know?”
Harry considered their options with a glance down at his watch. “Another time perhaps. It’s getting pretty late and I have my own meeting with the Headmaster to get to.” He said standing and quickly collecting his things. “See you around Daphne.”
“Only if you’re lucky, Harry.” The blonde replied with a teasing tone.
Harry laughed and quickly ducked out of the room, leaving behind a very intrigued Slytherin witch.
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After leaving the blonde Slytherin beauty behind, Harry quickly made his way down to the Headmaster’s office. This time he was allowed straight in and was able to present his findings to the wise old wizard with little difficulty.
“I see.” Dumbledore frowned. The old headmaster hummed to himself and steepled his hands together. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention Harry. It is quite concerning to know that Mr. Malfoy is now involving others in his plan.”
Harry furrowed his brow as the headmaster studied the cursed necklace levitating between them. “Involving others? You mean you already knew what he was planning?”
Dumbledore nodded. “Indeed. Myself and others have been keeping a close eye on Mr. Malfoy’s machinations ever since the term began. Regretfully, it seems we were not watching close enough. I assume Miss. Parkinson was not aware of the exact contents of the package?”
Harry shook his head. “Just that it was charmed with compulsions. You’re saying this isn’t the first time Draco has tried something like this?”
“This is his first direct move, but no, Mr. Malfoy has been making steps towards his end goal for some months now.” The bearded wizard explained.
“And you’ve done nothing to stop him?” Harry snarled, sitting forward with an intense scowl.
“Steps have been taken to assure he will not succeed. As things stand, Mr. Malfoy’s true goal involves me and me alone, so forgive my shrewdness my boy, but I will be the one to take care of the situation as I see fit.” Dumbledore replied, his normal grandfatherly tone evaporating with every word, replaced instead by a grave and wizened voice that left little to argue with.
Harry, however, would not be cowed so easily. “Bullshite! This is just more of your bloody shortsighted schemes! Malfoy might be trying to get to you for whatever reason, but this proves it doesn’t just involve you anymore!” Harry cursed. “What would have happened if Katie had opened the package? If she had touched the necklace?! You can’t treat this as if Malfoy is some misguided soul in need of a second chance! He’s obviously willing to do whatever it takes to get to you, no matter who it kills!”
Dumbledore sighed and folded his hands atop his desk with a grave look. “Which was an oversight on my part. I assure you Harry that I am taking the threat Mr. Malfoy poses very seriously. He will be watched much closer now and in the event others are threatened by his actions he will be dealt with swiftly and with extreme prejudice. Until then I simply ask you to trust that I do indeed have things under control. Right now, it is for the best that Mr. Malfoy believes me none the wiser to his plans.”
Harry stared the old wizard down for a few moments, green eyes boring into blue before, with a silent curse, he nodded.
“Fine! But if he involves another one of my friends in his schemes then I promise you I’ll deal with him myself Headmaster.” He growled.
Dumbledore’s mouth opened as if he wished to argue, but nothing came out except a sigh. “Very well.”
Harry nodded, making to stand before he remembered the other individual involved in the foiled plot. “What about Pansy? Draco all but blackmailed her into slipping the package into Katie’s bag, so I can’t imagine he’d be very pleased if she suddenly ‘misplaced’ it.” The ponce would be furious to be sure and Pansy certainly seemed like she’d rather not be subject to his ire either. Despite their heated dislike for each other- steamy night of sex notwithstanding- Harry wasn’t just going to let the girl suffer due to Draco’s machinations.
“Indeed. I believe in this case it would be best if we kept up appearances.” Dumbledore withdrew his wand swiftly, flicking it in a few complex motions over the floating silvery pendant. Before his eyes, Harry watched as the necklace rippled and contorted as if a liquid before it split, forming two identical necklaces levitating above the ornate wooden desk. The one on the right- which still oozed with the slimy aura of dark magic- was gently floated into a thick metal lockbox that Dumbledore produced from beneath his desk. The second was wrapped tightly in a thick layer of parchment, seemingly identical to the original package that Harry discovered with Pansy the night before.
“There we are! I believe Miss. Parkinson will find this one much safer. Perhaps, though, Miss. Bell should receive a bit of a ‘heads up’ so to speak about her surprise gift.” Dumbledore smiled.
Harry nodded and took the package carefully. Hopefully, Katie would agree to play along with their little ruse.
Either way, Pansy was certainly going to owe him big time for this.
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“You know- hng!- when I said we needed to talk, I really did mean just talk!” Harry grunted, digging his hands deeper into the blonde chaser’s firm backside as she bounced atop him with all manner of lustful desperation.
Katie let out a sound somewhere between a half-giggle and a half-moan as she used her weight to stuff Harry’s thick cock deeper inside her sweltering pussy. “Y-You should’ve been mo-more speci- FUCK!”
The blonde slammed herself down onto his cock with a quaking moan. Her thick juicy thighs clamped around his waist, trembling along with the rest of the blonde’s body as she rode out her sudden and intense climax. Harry grunted from the feeling of Katie’s velvety inner walls convulsing around him. Instinctually, he pulled the blonde flush with him, her naked bubbly breasts smooshing against his chest while his mouth silenced her moans with a searing kiss.
While Katie couldn’t do anything except lay there and ride out her orgasm, Harry was not so patient. Squeezing the athletic girl’s firm arsecheeks, Harry planted his feet and slammed upwards into her quivering cunt with disastrous speed.
Katie’s squeal of delight was muffled by his tongue currently plundering her mouth. Still, she let her pleasure be known by the uncontrollable shaking of her pussy juice-soaked thighs around him. Every wet slap of his hips slamming against her rippling bum was accentuated by another muffled squeal of pleasure and a sloppy gush of arousal that dripped from the blonde’s cunt.
Just as things were about to reach their crescendo, their private rutting was seemingly interrupted by the curtains around Katie’s bed being thrust open.
“Hey Katie have you seen my- Oh my god!” The furiously blushing form of Fay Dunbar came into Harry’s view, her mouth wide open in shock.
Katie pulled off his lips hurriedly and looked at her roommate with an annoyed expression. “For fucks sake Fay! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?!”
“I- Sorry!” The brunette squeaked, turning away quickly with her blush now a deep crimson red. “I didn’t think you’d have company!”
Katie sat up with a sigh, Harry’s cock still buried to the hilt inside her and uncaring that her naked breasts were now on full display for her roommate to see. “Whatever. What did you need?”
Fay glanced back with a bewildered expression before realizing her mistake and turning back around with a small ‘Eep!’
“N-Nothing important! I- I’ll just come back!”
“Fay, Harry and I are going to be here for a while so unless you want to spend the night sleeping in the common room, you better just spit it out now!” Katie said with a roll of her eyes. As she spoke, she began moving again, slowly rocking her hips back and forth atop his cock.
Harry in turn rolled his eyes at the blonde’s insatiability but forced himself to remain quiet. He wanted to see where this would go, sue him!
The brunette sighed in defeat and turned back to face them, her eyes pointedly avoiding Harry’s as she stared up at the roof in embarrassment. “I just w-wanted to know if you’d seen my p-pink sweater. I th-think the house-elves f-folded it with your clothes again b-by mistake.” She stammered.
“I put it in your trunk already- Oh fuck!” Katie hissed. “Now either close the curtains or take your clothes off already Dunbar! For fuck’s sake!”
Much to his surprise, Fay swallowed thickly and looked down at him. Their eyes met for a beat or two, a decision forming quickly in Fay’s mind before she took a breath and climbed onto the bed, the curtains closing behind her without a word.
“Ha! I k-knew you were a closet slut!” Katie half cheered half moaned.
The brunette blushed an even deeper shade of red somehow and readjusted herself. She sat halfway on the bed next to Harry with her legs thrown over the side. The older witch watched with rapt attention as Katie upped the pace, bouncing faster and faster atop Harry’s engorged member like she had been not minutes before.
“Yessss!” Katie hissed. “Oh yes! Give me that big fucking cock! OH FUCK!” She squealed, her pussy squelching with every bounce.
“How do you take it all?” Fay breathed in disbelief. “It’s a lot bigger than any of my toys!”
“P-Practice!” Katie grunted. Harry groaned as the blonde leaned back, using his legs as handholds while she ground her cunt on his thick length as fast as she could. “Y-You want a go?”
“Wh-what?!” Fay squeaked.
Katie moaned, her large tits jiggling with the sheer force of her movements while she fucked herself on Harry’s girthy cock. “I-I’m really fucking close and c-could use a break after I cum. HNG! Do you w-want to fuck him or n-not Dunbar, y-yes or no?!”
Fay closed and opened her mouth in speechlessness before looking down at him. Harry looked back with a shrug, far too focussed on the feeling of Katie’s tight pussy convulsing around him to care what the brunette chose.
She wasn’t given any more time to decide as Katie suddenly stilled atop him with a loud throaty moan. The blonde shivered, her climax running rampant through her nerves before, with a shaking sigh, Katie fell to the side clutching her weeping cunt.
A weight shifted beside him. Before his brain could properly catch up to what was going on around him, two petite thighs suddenly threw themselves over his waist and a moist hairless cunt rested against his cum soaked cock.
“J-Just go slow. O-Okay?” Fay stammered atop him, her face still flushed heavily red. She hadn’t removed anything except for her shoes and panties, leaving her for the most part still clothed. Even her skirt was still in place, though hiked up above her stomach and gave him easy access to her glistening pussy.
Harry smiled at the girl, bringing one of his hands up to brush against her cheek. “Of course. You just let me know if you need me to stop.”
The girl nodded, giving Harry the permission he needed to gently lift her up by her waist and line his throbbing erection up with her entrance.
Fay was tight. Unbelievably tight. For a girl who worshipped books almost as much as Hermione, she felt as if she exercised every day of her life. Her body was firm but still supple enough to give way under his touch. Her inner walls gripped him tighter than even Ginny had and it took much of Harry’s will not to blow his load deep inside the girl right then and there.
Fay, for her part, took his cock exceedingly well. Not once did she plead for him to slow or halt his movements, merely taking every inch of his member with a bite of her lip and a long drawn-out whimper of pleasure.
“I knew you could do it!” Katie cheered exhaustedly from her place beside them. “Now just relax love. Let that big dick take care of you~”
Fay replied with a shaky moan as Harry began to slowly piston his hips in and out. It was agonizing and yet euphoric all at the same time. The feeling of her tight cunt gripping him as he slowly fucked her was indescribable and yet all he wanted to do was throw caution to the wind and pound into the girl like a rabid beast. He forced those desires away though. As well as she was doing now, he didn’t wish to rush things and potentially hurt the girl.
With each thrust of his cock, Fay seemed to relax more and more. She was still just as tight as when he began, but now the girl was flushed only with arousal as she was slowly fucked from below. Her moans became louder, more assured and less caring if someone heard them. Her hands fisted at her blouse, clawing at her covered breasts in a desperate search for stimulation. Harry obliged her silent request, quickly reaching up and tearing the button shirt open with a single tug. Fay gasped, both in surprise and delight as her petite bra-clad breasts were molested by his rough hands. It wasn’t long before her bra met the same fate as her shirt, falling away in tatters while Harry sat up and latched onto one of the girl’s hardened brown nipples.
“Oh my!” Fay gasped. “O that feels- OHHhOOOO!”
The brunette cooed musically in his ear as her body suddenly stilled atop him. Her impossibly tight cunt constricted even further, producing a grunt of pleasure from his lips as she came around him.
Beside him, Katie giggled and propped herself up on her elbow. “Wow she cums easy. You okay Fifi?”
“Hnnnggggg~” Fay gasped her arms wrapped tightly around Harry, clinging to him as her climax slowly abated.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Katie giggled. “Though poor Harry hasn’t gotten off yet. Let me show you how to fix that~”
The blonde chaser sat up, her large bouncy tits jiggling with every move as she slowly pulled the girl off his cock and guided her to her knees on the foot of the bed. Katie wasted no time joining her friend, leaning down to seductively run her tongue up his cock starting at his balls and ending by swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip.
“Mmm~” Katie hummed. “You taste delightful love. Come see for yourself!”
Fay looked a bit hesitant but leaned down with her friend until her mouth was inches from his cock. Slowly, the brunette stuck her tongue out and ran it along the first few inches of his length.
“Like that?” She asked nervously.
“Mhm! Just keep licking it like that, and once you get comfortable I’ll show you how to do this!” At her words, Katie captured his cock fully between her lips, quickly taking him deep inside her throat with her shining blue eyes boring into his with a look of pure lust.
“Wow.” Fay breathed. “Uhm I’ll try…”
The next few minutes were spent getting the girl comfortable. Harry chose to simply lie back and relax, happy enough to let the two beauties lick and bathe his cock with their eager tongues. While Fay got used to using her tongue to pleasure him, Katie aided the girl by sucking lewdly on Harry’s bloated sack. Eventually, Fay’s confidence rose and soon enough, the brunette was dutifully bobbing her head on the first few inches of his cock while Katie used her tongue and hand to pleasure the rest of him.
“Mmm~” Katie said, popping one of his balls free from her mouth. “You’re doing great Fay! Isn’t she Harry?”
“Fucking fantastic.” Harry groaned, running his hand through the girl’s hazelnut locks.
Fay's eyes looked up at him, shining with happiness as she continued to suck and slurp his thick length. It wouldn’t be long before she bore the fruit of her labours if the pressure building in his loins was any indication.
“Oooo! Get ready, he’s about to cum!” Katie said, getting close to whisper in her roommate’s ear. “Now remember what I said, try to swallow it all. If you can’t that’s fine, but do your best to take every drop you can like a good little slut~”
Fay moaned in affirmation at her friend’s words, her movements picked up in speed, bobbing up and down on his cock even faster as Harry let out one final groan.
“Fuck!” He grunted.
His cock pulsed once, twice, three times- on and on it went. Harry groaned with each one, shooting a multitude of thick hot ropes of his cum into the eager brunette’s mouth. Fay did her best, taking as much of his hot molten loan as she could before it became too much. The petite witch was forced to pull off his cock with her mouth full of his seed. A few spurts shot out, splashing across her face before Katie picked up the slack and wrapped her pouty lips around his pulsing cock, swallowing her share of his cum with a throaty whorish moan.
“Mmm~” She hummed, loudly swallowing the pool of cum in her mouth. “Not bad for your first time!”
Fay followed the blonde’s lead, swallowing her mouthful of cum before smiling brightly. “Thanks! Can we do that again sometime?”
Harry’s cock had yet to begin deflating before the brunette’s words sparked another flare of arousal in him. Katie eyed his still-hardened cock with a smirk and reached down to gently stroke it. “I think we can work something out. Now let's see how good you are at eating pussy…”
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Author’s Note
I know many probably expected Daphne to be joining the fun this chapter but patience! The ice queen’s heart takes a bit longer to melt than others but it’ll happen soon I promise!
Next chapter: Cammi and Tonks start their training, and Harry convinces Pansy to make good on her end of the deal.
Thanks for reading!
Comments
Erinnyes
Great chapter!
