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Bratty Daphne (Ch. 1 - Daphne's Demands)
🕑 Added 2024-10-23 02:09:54 +0000 UTCThanks to everyone who voted in the Story Poll! Here's the first chapter of 'Bratty Daphne'. It is a bit on the slower end, but I have outlined the entire story, and it should pick up speed quickly :) Enjoy!
Harry was hunched over an ancient looking book, his brilliant green eyes scanning the pages intently. The Hogwarts library was bustling with students, but Harry had found a secluded spot in one of the back rooms, away from the prying eyes of his classmates.
Harry Potter, the boy who had single-handedly defeated the Dark Lord, was back at Hogwarts, not as a hero, but as a student. Strictly speaking, he wasn't required to return. He was a war hero, and could have easily taken up a position of power. But for Harry, Hogwarts held a special place in his heart. It was here that he had met his best friends and had learned the ways of magic. It was here that he had spent the most formative years of his life. Returning to Hogwarts was like returning home for Harry.
The fact that the classes were far too easy for him was just an added bonus. By this point, Harry was light-years ahead of his classmates. He had been personally tutored by Dumbledore before the old man's untimely death. As such, he was content with spending his days in the library, studying and extending the world's knowledge on magic without a worry in the world.
But not all was peaceful in the library. The quiet of his secluded room was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking against the marble floor. He looked up from his book, curious as to who could be walking in the library with such confidence.
His eyes widened as Daphne Greengrass walked in, the Ice Queen of Slytherin. She was a vision, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling like the brightest sapphires, her fair skin as pale as the moon. Harry felt his heart rate spike at just the sight of her. She was the Beauty of Hogwarts, the hottest witch in the school, and she somehow found her way into his room.
He had never really seen her up close before. She always seemed so far away, so distant, just like the stars in the sky. As she walked towards him, Harry's eyes were glued to her form fitting blouse and shortened skirt. She was tall and slim, her legs stretching out for miles, her waist as small as a wasp's. She had hips that could give an hourglass a run for its money. And her breasts... they were big and perky, threatening to spill out of her blouse with every step she took, the recoil from her high heels nudging them to the very edge of its fabric. Harry's throat went dry just from looking at her. It was as if she was sculpted to be the perfect woman.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the school's resident dweeb," Daphne said as she walked up to him, her arms crossed under her ample bosom. Harry felt his face heat up as she addressed him. He was the Chosen One, the Man-Who-Conquered, the Saviour of Magical Britain, and yet, to her, he was little more than a nerd.
"C-can I help you with something?" Harry stammered out, his eyes glued to her chest. He wasn't normally this nervous around women, but then again, none of the women he had ever met were like Daphne.
Daphne chuckled, the sound like a thousand fairies laughing in the wind, and it had the heavenly effect of making the tops of her perfect tits jiggle in just the right way.
Harry swallowed hard, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Actually, yes," she said, leaning in close, her perfume invading his senses. Harry felt his pulse spike just from her nearness. He had had a crush on her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her, but she had always been so far out of his league. To have her this close to him... it was almost too much for his war-hardened heart to take.
With more grace than a swan, Daphne took a seat on the edge of his desk, crossing her long, fit legs. Harry felt himself lose his train of thought at the sight of her thighs. Her skirt was so short that he could see the beginning of the curve of her ass. And the way she was sitting... from the vantage point of his chair, he could see right up her skirt. The sight of her bare thighs was enough to send his mind into a whirlwind of fantasies. And the fact that he couldn't make out if she was wearing any panties was just the cherry on top.
"You know that essay Professor Flitwick assigned?" Daphne asked, her voice dripping with that sweet, sugary tone she used whenever she wanted something from someone.
Harry nodded, snapping himself out of his lewd thoughts.
"Well, I don't want to do it."
Harry blinked, confused. "But... it's mandatory?"
Daphne shrugged, the lower edge of her blouse raising in the process, giving Harry a glimpse of her toned stomach. The sight was enough to make him lose his train of thought once again.
"That's not my problem," she said, her voice dripping with an air of arrogance that was so typical of her.
Harry struggled to see how that wasn't her problem. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking like this about her. He should be rebuking her, telling her to grow up and take responsibility. But all he could do was stare at the heavenly sight before him, his thoughts on nothing but pressing his lips against her neck and feeling her pulse against his.
"You're such a prodigious student and saviour of the world and all that... It would be a waste for you to not use your talents for my benefit, don't you think?" Daphne said, batting her eyelashes innocently, her voice dripping with a sweetness that made Harry's heart race.
Harry swallowed hard, trying to think straight. He knew that he should say no. He knew that he should tell her that it wasn't his problem. He knew that he should stay as far away from her as possible if he didn't want to end up with a broken heart.
But in the end, all he could do was ask, "What's in it for me?"
Daphne giggled, her laughter as sweet as a thousand harps playing together in harmony. It was a sound so sweet that Harry's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
And then, she went in for the killing blow. Leaning forward precariously from the table's edge, she squeezed her tits together, making them almost pop out of her blouse, giving Harry the most heavenly view of his life.
And Daphne was most assuredly not wearing a bra, Harry realised then. The upper edge of her aerolas were peeking out of the neck of her blouse, her perfect tits hanging low as she leaned over, gravity pulling down on the heavenly orbs. The only thing keeping them from making an escape altogether was her nipples, the two hard, pink nubs hooking onto the neckline of her top like their lives depended on it, the last line of defence holding back an avalanche of delicate flesh.
"You wouldn't say no to me, would you?" Daphne said, her voice dripping with an air of naughtiness that only added to the lewdness of the moment. Harry swallowed hard, his eyes glued to her chest, as if he stared hard enough, her tits would finally make their bid for freedom. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking about her that way. He knew that it wasn't right. That he should have put up more of a fight. That he shouldn't have agreed to her demands so easily. But he couldn't help it. It was almost like he was under a spell. The spell of her perfect pair of tits.
"I... I'll do it," Harry said, his voice strained, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and lewd thoughts. He would do anything, he realised then, for her to think even just a little bit higher of him. To spend even just a few more moments in her presence.
Daphne giggled, her laughter like a thousand bells tinkling in the wind. Harry felt his face heat up at the sound. Where before it had sounded like the most heavenly sound in the world, now it sounded almost... mocking, reminding him of how pathetic he had just been.
"Of course you will, pervert," she mocked, before straightening herself up, her breasts retreating back into her blouse. Harry could only swallow hard, feeling his face heat up even more at her words. He couldn't believe that he had actually agreed to her demands. All for just a quick view down her blouse...
But what a view it had been...
"I want twelve inches, and not a single word more." Daphne said, her demeanour reverting to that air of arrogance that was so typical of her.
It all just felt like a slap in the face, Harry thought. Proof that it was all just an act. That she hadn't meant a word of what she had just said. That it had all just been a show for her to get what she wanted. And that he had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.
"It has to be good, but not too good. I need to pass, but I don't want to overdo it," she continued.
Harry nodded, trying his best to save the last of his pride by putting on a brave face. "It shouldn't take too long," he replied, trying to sound as confident as possible.
Whereas before he would have done anything to make her stay for even a second longer, now, he found he just wanted to hide himself away in the shadows, counting down the seconds until she left.
"Good boy," she said, standing up, her long, fit legs unfolding from the desk. Harry swallowed hard, desperately trying to imprint the sight of her bare thighs into his memory as she patted down her skirt, covering herself up once again.
"I'll come pick it up on Friday, then," she said, before turning around, her swaying ass like a magnet, pulling Harry's eyes with it. "Don't be late, loser," she said, giving him a last pathetic look over her shoulder as she walked away, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
Harry watched her walk away, his eyes glued to her swaying ass. The way she moved was mesmerising, like the tide of the ocean, like the dance of the stars in the sky. It was almost hypnotic, the way she moved, leaving Harry in a daze.
Harry hated himself for watching her go. He hated himself for falling for her act. He hated himself for agreeing to her demands. He hated himself for being so weak in her presence. But most of all, he hated himself for wanting more.
The only silver lining in his dark cloud of thoughts was that he would get a second chance to prove himself to her. He would show her the side of him that had defeated Voldemort. Show her that he wasn't just a bookworm, but a man as well. He would show her the real Harry Potter.
Comments
Kevin
Thank god she gave order to how many inches she wants ;)
