Summary: To help raise money for those affected by the war, Harry decides to work with Witch Weekly and rent himself out to any interested witch for a one night, date night experience. Yet the hero of the Wizarding World is in for a rude awakening as he’ll soon realize that the witches of Magical Britain are lusting for far more than just an innocent dinner and conversation.
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Dancing With Daphne
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“What exactly should I expect tonight?” Harry asked with an apprehensive tone. Tracey merely rolled her eyes while adjusting his collar.
“Oh you know, the usual. Pain, torture, maybe even a little fire and brimstone. We Slytherin girls just love some good ole fashioned murder!”
Harry leveled her with an exasperated look. “Ha ha, you know what I mean! Your best friend wasn’t exactly known to be the friendliest of people back at Hogwarts.”
“Oh yes, woe be to those who dareth cross the Ice Queen!” She exclaimed in a dramatic voice.
Harry sighed. Looking himself over in Tracey’s bathroom mirror he smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from his grey button up shirt. “I don’t think dareth is an actual verb.” He muttered.
Tracey snorted, leaning into his side and catching his gaze in the mirror. “Look Daphne had to keep up appearances in school. She’s the daughter of a very powerful man and that means all eyes were on her. Even one slip up would’ve reflected badly on her father’s reputation, so thus the Ice Queen was born. Emotionless with a wicked tongue. But the real Daphne isn’t like that. She’s sweet and genuine, plus really fucking smart.” The short haired girl stood up on her tip-toes and placed a quick kiss on her lover’s cheek. “So relax and have fun okay? Worst case scenario there’s a few awkward silences, if that happens ask her about enchanting. You’ll never get her to shut up then.”
Harry laughed at her small joke. With a breath he turned and grabbed his blazer, facing Tracey as he did so.
“You know I don’t think you’re supposed to give dating advice to someone you sleep with.” Harry joked.
She smirked right back at him, handing him the small hair clip that would act as his portkey. “Sorry love. Best friend trumps boy-toy in this scenario. Wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you take Daphne out on a bad date now would I? I’m tryna get my girl laid after all!”
Harry’s eyes widened comically at her words, causing the girl to laugh.
“What? You should be excited! I told you she had a wicked tongue, after all I know from experience!” 
Before he could utter a single word, Tracey flicked her wand and activated the small portkey. Harry was whisked away with the sound of his lover’s tinkling laughter in his ears.
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The swirling world around him slowed just in time for his body to catch itself. With a stumble Harry landed upon a patch of healthy green grass. Despite the less than graceful landing, he was able to remain upright, a fact that he was immensely proud of.
“I see Tracey wasn’t lying, you are terrible with magical transportation”
Harry whirled around to face the new voice. Standing just a few feet away by an opulent stone fountain was Daphne Greengrass. Her blonde hair was tied upwards in a prim and proper bun. She wore a deep forest green dress that hugged her thin frame, with a simple diamond pendant around her neck. Harry learned from his previous introduction with Tracey and wisely avoided following the necklace down to her cleavage.
Her face was set in an impassive facade, the same she wore everyday at Hogwarts. Her crystal blue eyes studied him in a way that made him feel like an ant under a microscope. It was unnerving to say the least. Still, this was Tracey’s best friend and she deserved to have a good time.
“I believe it’s more so magical transportation is terrible with me. I mean didn’t you see my form? Flawless.”
The stoic girl’s judgmental eyes softened somewhat, the corner of her lips turning upwards ever so slightly.
“Quite. I do so hope your form can remain top notch. Dancing with a lady is not for the weak after all.” Daphne said derisively.
Harry brushed off her comment, instead walking forward and offering up his arm. “Well then I’ll just have to pull out all the stops for a lady as pretty as yourself. Shall we?”
Daphne studied him for another moment before a small smile graced her lips, the first he received since arriving. “We shall.”
Hooking her arm through his, she began to lead him out of the small park that was their meeting point.
“Where are we exactly?” He asked, looking around the small cobbled street they walked down.
His date hummed. “Raven’s Watch. A magical village outside of Leeds. I’m surprised you’ve never been here, it’s the third largest magical town in all of England right below Hogsmeade and Godric’s Hollow. It’s said that Rowena Ravenclaw grew up here, though nothing’s ever been proven.”
“Huh, I guess I just don’t really know as much about the magical world as I thought.”
“Clearly. Especially since you took a portkey here when Tracey’s house is about a 10 minute walk that way.” She said with a huff of laughter, pointing west towards a large main road.
Realizing Tracey gave him the portkey for a reason, he grumbled under his breath. “She wanted me to make a fool of myself didn’t she?” Daphne smirked, not deigning him with a response.
Their conversation dwindled as they came across a brightly lit restaurant. There were hoards of people waiting in line, all dressed in formal attire. Daphne, though led him not towards the back of the line, but right up to the door itself where the maître d’ stood behind a podium.
“Ah! Lady Greengrass! Your requested table is ready in the VIP section, please follow Lucille to be seated!” 
Daphne gave a polite nod, following the waitress. Harry made sure to hold open the door for her as the entered, the maître d’s eyes widening as he passed. Either he wasn’t supposed to do that, or the man had recognized Harry. Judging by the way the man’s eyes flicked to his forehead, Harry would bet the latter.
They were led through the packed restaurant and past a rather empty dance floor next to a band playing soft music. The waitress then ushered them into a roped off section. The tables there were empty save for another couple on the opposite side of the area. Daphne’s eyes narrowed at the couple but soon turned elsewhere. As Harry pulled her chair out for her, he turned to look at the reason for her glare. His own eyes narrowing at what he saw. 
Draco Malfoy sat with a pretty brunette, both sipping glasses of red wine whilst they talked. The former Death Eater’s eyes caught sight of Harry, brows rising in alarm when he saw him. 
He expected a commotion, a confrontation, something. Yet all Draco did was send him a shaky nod before turning back to his date.
Harry clenched his jaw, refraining from causing a scene himself. He was here for a date, not to attack his old childhood bully. With a sigh he sat, giving Daphne a small smile. Before he could speak, another waiter came to fill their water cups and take their drink order. Daphne asked for some sort of wine he couldn’t pronounce, at least he thought it was wine.
Looking down he was greeted with the sight of multiple spoons, forks, and glasses. He suddenly felt embarrassed when he realized he didn’t know a thing about the proper etiquette for a place like this.
“I uhm… might be a little out of my depth here.” He said with a grimace. Daphne raised her eyebrow, looking down to where he was staring. A strange expression crossed her face, before suddenly a loud snort left her lips.
“Harry Potter, vanquisher of evil Dark Lords, defeated by mere cutlery.” She giggled. 
Harry couldn’t help but laugh along with her, his earlier embarrassment leaving as her cute giggle filled the air. “It wasn’t exactly something that was taught in all my Chosen One classes.”
His date rolled her eyes, a light grin still glued to her face. “Just start from the outside and make your way in. Lay the napkin across your lap as well.”
Doing as instructed, he gently splayed the black fabric across his lap. Daphne nodded in approval as she picked up her menu to peruse the options. Harry did the same and they fell into a comfortable silence while they looked.
Soon enough the waiter came back, showing a bottle of wine to the girl and pouring them both a glass after she gave a nod of approval. Afterwards the worker took their order and left with a small bow. Daphne reached forward and took a sip of her wine, a small moan leaving her mouth as she did so. Harry followed suit, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of the dark red liquid.
What followed was a slightly awkward silence. Daphne watched him with an awaiting gaze as if testing him on how he would stimulate a conversation. Recalling Tracey’s earlier words he cleared his throat.
“So, uh, Tracey mentioned you’re interested in Enchanting?”
By the satisfied grin on her face, Harry assumed he had done well. What followed was a very detailed account of her studies on the subject and her dreams of becoming a renowned enchanter and artificer. He wouldn’t lie and say he understood everything she said, but like with Tracey he made sure to listen attentively and ask questions when appropriate.
As the night wore on, Daphne seemed to grow more talkative. Her smiles became more frequent and she even laughed at one of his jokes! Finally as their plates were cleared she leveled him with an expectant gaze.
“Now I believe I was promised dancing. You said you would, how did you put it? Ah yes, pull out all the stops.” She said with a slight smirk.
Harry smirked back, rising to take her hand. They walked over to the still rather empty dance floor, the only other occupants being a few older couples swaying to the soft music.
He offered his hand to Daphne, the blonde taking it quickly. Harry, feeling a bit daring, pulled the girl closer until their bodies were practically flush. A red hue adorned the blonde witch’s face at his action but she made no move to separate, instead she stepped along as he led her through a slow dance. 
“You’re quite good.” Daphne said clearing her throat slightly. Harry smiled.
“Thanks. After my godawful performance at the Yule Ball I made sure to practice a bit. Never know when I’ll have a beautiful woman to impress now do I?” He whispered into her ear.
“Oh really? And just what would impressing a beautiful girl get you?” She asked a little breathily.
Whether it was the alcohol or Tracey’s words earlier that made him do it, he didn’t know, but suddenly his hand dipped down to cup her firm bum while his mouth descended to nip slightly at her porcelain neck. The blonde gasped at the sudden sensations, one that turned into a small moan as her body responded to his touch. 
“P-prat.” She spoke with a tremble.
Harry chuckled, leading her through another dance as the band changed tunes. How long they stayed on that floor, he didn’t know. His date seemed quite content to dance the night away, though he made sure to sneak in a few more touches and kisses here and there. 
It was when his hand snuck down to settle on the inside of her thigh that she finally broke. 
“I think I’ll go pay the bill now!” She exclaimed with a blush. Before he could say a word, she was gone. Harry made to follow with a smile, yet his path was blocked by a familiar brunette.
“May I have this dance?” She spoke sweetly, yet her eyes held a cold hardness.
“I uh-“
“Great!” She replied, taking his hand quickly and pulling him back towards the dance floor.
Harry was shocked at the current turn of events. His head swung around quickly, looking for a hidden Draco Malfoy prepared to curse him in the back.
“Oh calm down, my date is waiting for me outside! I just wanted to speak to you first is all.” The mysterious girl bit out.
Harry eyed her warily. “Look whatever this is, I really don’t appreci-“
“What are your intentions with my sister?”
“I- what?!”
“I don’t care who you’ve killed or how powerful you are Potter! If you even think about hurting Daphne-“
“ASTORIA!” A frustrated shout interrupted.
The brunette released him in an instant, swiveling around to face his very irate date.
“Daphne I was just-“
“Shut it! I will not stand by and let you threaten him. Go back to your own date and leave us be!”
The now dubbed Astoria Greengrass scowled before crossing her arms in a pout. Turning back to him the shorter girl shot him another watchful glare before stomping away towards the exit. 
“And remember mother and father are expecting you home by 9! No later little miss!”
The younger girl shot up her middle finger in response before leaving the restaurant with a huff.
Daphne sighed in frustration and turned to face him. “Sorry about her, sisters can be a bit protective sometimes. Ready to go?”
Harry smiled, brushing off his earlier shock. They walked out into the cool night air, Daphne leaning heavily into him as they walked. Remembering some of Sirius’s advice from yers ago, he slipped off his jacket and draped it across the blonde’s shoulders. Daphne hummed in appreciation as she threaded her fingers through his.
“So…” He began, “Your sister is dating Malfoy?”
Beside him Daphne grimaced. “Ugh, don’t remind me. She spends almost every waking minute gushing about the ponce. Frankly I still don’t trust him but if I tried to say that to Astoria she would just pull away. I’d rather stay quiet and keep her close than speak my mind now and risk losing her altogether.”
“That’s gotta be hard on you.” He observed.
She nodded. “Sometimes, especially when all I want to do is shout and scream at her to stop being an idiot. But she’s an adult now and I have to respect that she can make her own decisions.”
“Doesn’t mean you have to like them.”
A short huff left her lips, “No it certainly doesn’t.” She said stopping in front of a small two story brick building. The door opened with a wave of her hand and she gestured for him to follow. They traversed up a set of stairs until Daphne stopped at a dark oaken door. This time the blonde pulled her wand out of who knows where and tapped the door knob. A flash of light later and the heavy door swung open to reveal a cozy flat.
Harry looked around in curiosity. It was sparsely decorated with only a few pieces of furniture and framed photos. A desk was shoved into one corner, its surface covered in books and sheafs of parchment.
Daphne disappeared quickly around the corner, he faintly heard a clinking of glass before she re-entered with a bottle of something and two glasses. The blonde placed everything on her practically brand new coffee table before sitting down on a white loveseat.
“Come sit.” She said, patting the cushion next to her. Harry did as he was told. Picking up the bottle, she began to pour a decent amount into each glass. She offered him one with a small smile before taking a sip of her own. He followed suit and watched as she quickly toed off her black heels with a sigh.
“Bloody things are a menace.” She muttered.
Harry set his glass down and patted his lap. Daphne looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re not trying to pull the same move that you did with Tracey, are you?” She asked accusingly.
Harry simply stared back with a small smile. “I don’t know. Would it work?”
Humming, she raised her feet daintily and eased them onto his lap. He began to work the soles lightly at first, putting pressure into the particularly tough spots. Daphne groaned out in satisfaction.
“Merlin, maybe it will.”
Harry smirked at her outburst, continuing to work on her tired soles. After a few minutes his hands began to wander. Inch by inch, he pushed upwards, massaging her calves first. The small moans he received every now and then stirred him on. As he reached her lower thighs, Daphne’s eyes became hooded and her breaths deeper. 
Meeting the garment of her dress, Harry pushed it upwards, the girl raising her hips to allow him to do so. His eyes widened slightly when he finally pushed the material over her shapely hips. The sight of her bare mound greeted him, unburdened from knickers.
His gaze snapped upwards to the blonde’s face. However, the girl refused to meet his eyes, instead looking away as a bright red blush covered her cheeks. With a chuckle Harry turned back once more, eyeing the pale pussy lips while he continued the massage.
As he reached the inside of her upper thighs, Daphne’s breaths grew ragged. He barely had to push for her legs to spread wide. As she did so, Harry was given a much better look at her hairless cunt. The puffy lips gave way to the pinkish red flesh of her vulva. Already, small beads of arousal coated her slit as her body whimpered for his touch.
He would not give in. Instead he upped the ante, leaning forward to capture the blonde’s panting mouth with his own as his fingers danced across the inside of her thighs. Small whimpers left her lips as she kissed him back, her hips wiggled against his hand pleading for him to touch her damp woman hood.
While one hand traced her groin, careful to never graze against her pussy, another came up to dance across her ribs before cupping the underside of her breast.
She mewled into his mouth as she pushed her chest forward. This Harry complied with, kneading the firm balls of flesh tenderly while swiping his tongue against hers. 
With quick fingers, he reached up pull down the thin straps of her dress. Daphne complied with him, sitting up to shake the garment off. Her breasts popped free moments later. The grapefruit sized mounds were capped off with puffy pink nipples that hardened under his very gaze. Harry couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to take one of the buds between his teeth. The hiss of pleasure it earned from Daphne made it all the more worth it.
“Harryyyy!” The girl whined. “Please, I need it!”
Harry gave her nipple one last suck, the swollen nub popping free from his mouth. Daphne laid before him, practically naked with her blonde hair now free from its bun and running down her shoulders. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, the rapid rise and fall making her breasts jiggle slightly. Her hips were practically pushing into his chest as she searched desperately for some sort of relief.
This time he would have pity on her.
“What are you? Oh!” Daphne gasped.
Wasting no time he had dove down and ran his wet tongue up her slit in one long motion. Now his attention was fully on her dripping cunt, as he began to viciously attack her folds.
“Yes~ Oh bloody fucking hells yes!” 
Harry almost laughed at the pureblood princess’s use of curse words. That being said, he was currently trapped against her slick folds as the girl quickly wrapped her legs around his head, pushing him further into her cunt. He had no choice but to continue his work, slurping and lashing her clit like a man possessed. The blonde mewled at every touch and lick of her sensitive nub. Hips jerked and spasmed as the man between her thighs delivered her such sweet pleasure. 
It was with a high pitched squeak and an intense tightening of her legs that signaled the girl’s climax. Harry worked diligently to lap up all of the juices leaking from her cunt as she spasmed above him. Even as she began to calm her trembling body he kept licking her, wanting to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. 
With a cry Daphne suddenly pushed him away. Her throbbing clit proved too sensitive after the wave of pleasure that ripped through it and the feeling of his tongue lavishing the overstimulated nub was too much. She curled her thighs against her chest with labored breaths, desperately trying to calm her shaking legs.
“T-Tracey never mentioned that!” Daphne huffed.
Harry smirked back at her, wiping some of her leftover juices from his lips. Daphne began to stand a moment later, the girl having to use his arm for support as her legs shook beneath her. Once steadied she reached for her wand on the table and tapped the side of her scrunched up dress. The material fell off in a heap as if it had been three sizes too big. With a demure smile, Daphne stepped out of the dress and started down the hall with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Stopping at the corner she turned to look at him with a smirk and raised eyebrow.
“Well? Are we going to fuck or not Potter?”
Harry had never moved so fast in his life. Daphne giggled as he chased after her, the man stripping from his dress clothes as fast as he could.
Practically tackling her onto the bed, Harry descended his mouth upon hers once more. She moaned into his mouth, her hands coming to explore his chest and abs until they descended further and grasped something hard.
“Wh- Oh! Oh Tracey definitely didn’t do this justice.” Daphne breathed. She stared down in wonderment at his thick veiny cock, her hand stroking it gently in her fascinated state.
Harry swelled somewhat in pride before descending upon her neck. He nipped and sucked on her soft skin while Daphne gasped and moaned under him. Her hand never left his cock, the soft appendage stroking his shaft with long even pumps.
With a surprising amount of strength, Daphne pushed him over until she was straddling his waist. Her hand stilled pumped his thick member as she lifted her hips slightly and positioned him at her entrance. Letting gravity take over, Daphne speared herself upon his cock. His hot member stretched her tiny pussy to its limit. Her walls instantly constricted around it as she shouted out a surprised grunt.
“Are you okay?” Harry frowned.
Daphne nodded her head, releasing a shaky breath. “B-bigger than I thought. Should’ve taken it a bit slower.”
“Do you need a minute?” He asked concerned.
The girl simply shook her head no, placing her hands upon his chest for support as she raised her hips up once more and fell back onto his cock. Letting out a moan she began to set a pace, rocking gently upon his cock as her pussy began to accommodate the invading length.
Harry moaned underneath her. The tight walls of her pussy fluttered around his hard cock, sending waves of pleasure through his. He brought his hands around to rest on her firm ass, reveling in the fell of the shapely bum clapping against his thighs.
Slowly Daphne began to gain more confidence. Her hips began to work faster and harder until she was blatantly bouncing on his cock. Her ass cheeks came down with wet slaps against his groin as she moaned out whorishly. The thick cock within her was practically reshaping her cunt, splitting her open again and again as she slammed herself upon him like a bitch in heat. Suddenly her back arched as a squeaking gasp turned into a wailing scream. Her pussy clamped down like a vice as she came around his cock, coating the hot shaft with her juices.
Harry grunted at the fighting of her slick cunt. He grasped onto her ass tighter as she jerked and spasmed above him. Her body fell forward limply as her strength gave out, yet Harry wasn’t done yet.
Planting his feet, he began to thrust upwards into her sopping wet pussy with all his might. Grunts and gasps flew from her lips as he fucked her tight cunt with wet slaps of skin. His cock was hammering into her fluttering womanhood with blazing speed, desperately trying to find his own release. Just as he was about to finally cum, Daphne tightened above him again with a deep throaty moan signaling another one of her climax. 
With a heavy grunt, Harry finally erupted into her fighting core. Daphne mewled above him as he filled her orgasming pussy with his hot cum. The sticky substance quickly overflowed her tight cunt. Streams of his send leaked down her thighs as it escaped her quim.
As their orgasms ebbed away and they lied there content with his cock still inside her, Daphne still had one question.
“So what did Tracey mean when she said you fucked her tits?”
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Author’s Note
I put this one off for a little bit but I’m glad I finally sat down and finished it. I feel like it was a great all around chapter but who knows, I am pretty biased here. I hope you all enjoyed!
Thanks for reading!