A Very Slytherin Apology 3

Grasping her hand into his hair once more Daphne turns Harry's head, presenting him with her now softening length.

"Clean me up slut." She says, a tone of appreciation falling in her voice.

Opening his mouth once more Harry soon begins to tenderly clean her shaft, swallowing down the remains of her cum, his body heating up in pleasure as he does.

With her cock cleaned Daphne stands back once more, ignoring Harry's prone form she begins to redress, pulling her panties up her leg before pulling on her discarded skirt.

Seeing Harry lay against the wall, his body still dripping with cum Daphne looks down, a dismissive mask on her face.

"So that's it Potter, you're not even going to walk me back?"

Blushing in embarrassment Harry scrambles to his clothes, first reaching for his wand he turns to cast a cleaning spell when Daphne interrupts.

"Who said you could waste my cum, slut?" She speaks up sternly, before letting out a giggle. "Heh, cumslut, how…fitting." She says, letting out a soft laugh.

Reaching for her own wand she casts a witch's privacy charm on Harry.

"There, now none of your pathetic Gryffindor boyfriends are going to know," Daphne says, before leaning up to press against Harry's ear. "But every witch you see is going to know just how much cum I've left in your ass." She whispers, biting his ear as she pulls away.

Not wanting to upset her any further Harry quickly redresses, wincing as he feels the thick cum begin to pool in his underwear.

"Good boy, now come along, you can walk me to meet Tracy in the library." She says, turning to walk away, not looking back as Harry scrambles to follow.

Hogwarts Library, a few minutes later

"There you are!" Harry hears a voice call as he and Daphne walk into the library, soon making their way to a table in the back occupied by a single Slytherin third year.

"Sorry Tracy, Harry here had to… apologise, for what happened in class." Daphne replies with a smirk.

"Harry meet Tracy Davis, Tracy meet the golden boy himself." Daphne introduces.

Blushing at her words Harry looks over at the new witch. Sitting at the table Tracy lets out a wide grin at her friend, her deep brunette hair tied up into a loose ponytail. Having ignored the typical robe Harry sees her figure in the tight grey sweater of the uniform, slim but with an athletic build, her modest C-cup breasts sitting firm against her chest, the tight clothing doing little to hide her curves.

"It was nice to meet you Tracy, Daphne I should run, thanks again for… accepting my apology." Harry says, looking to make an escape from further taunting.

"What about Tracy's apology?" Daphne replies, staring Harry down. "Here we find her having to work on our homework all by herself thanks to your actions, and you're not even going to apologise?"

Blushing further Harry begins to stammer out an apology.

"I'm s-sorry, Tracy, I apologise for… delaying Daphne for so long." Harry says nervously.

Walking close to Harry once more Daphne leans to whisper in his ear.

"I think she deserves a better apology, don't you Harry?" She says sweetly against his ear. "So why don't you be a good slut and climb under that table to apologise properly."

His cheeks reddening further Harry turns to look at Daphne's face, seeing her features schooled into a stern mask. Turning to Tracy he sees a grin forming on her face, soon realising she knows full well what her friend is setting up.

Feeling his pants begin to tighten once more at the idea, Harry lets go of the urge to protest and quickly makes his way under the table.

Crawling to Tracy's legs Harry looks up, startled when he finds the Slytherin witch already stroking a hard cock in front of his face.

Having known full well what Daphne was doing Tracy had wasted little time in freeing her cock, pulling the half hard shaft from within a pair of striped green panties. Within a few strokes her length was hard, the full 8 inch shaft bobbing under the table with precum forming on the tip.

Staring ahead at yet another cock Harry prepares himself, and remembering his harsh treatment from Daphne earlier Harry reaches a hand forward, and rather than attempt to begin a handjob simply presses her length down towards his mouth, his lips soon wrapping around the thick tip.

Getting his first taste of her cock Harry lets out a moan, his tongue seeking out more of her flavour out of habit. Remembering Daphne's chosen method Harry quickly pushes forward, swallowing down more of her cock as he goes.

Letting out a chuckle Tracy pulls her hips back to look down at Harry under the desk, soon meeting his eyes as his mouth remains sealed around her length.

"Don't worry Harry," She says gently, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Unlike the ice princess over there I don't mind if you take your time." Looking over the table she watches Daphne roll her eyes in her seat.

Pleased at her words Harry slows his pace, gently sucking on her cock and enjoying her thick shaft. Basking in her soft moans as her hands continue to caress his head while he swallows.

… Half an hour later Harry is leaving the library, a smile on his face and a fresh load of cum in his stomach.

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