A Very Slytherin Apology
It's time to introduce everyone's favourite ice princess, and for all the fans of the harsher dom scenes hopefully this can scratch some of that itch. You can certainly expect her to reappear sometime in the future too.
Check the notes at the end for a hint at the next chapter.
Hogwarts, Potions Classroom
After entering the classroom, the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins quickly voice their complaints when being told they were being paired up for their latest potion. An act in Professor Snape's words to help 'encourage the lion's to learn something for once'.
Having found himself paired with the infamous Slytherin 'Ice Princess' Daphne Greengrass, Harry focuses on following the steps of the potion, eager to not disappoint the beautiful blonde witch.
Towards the end of the hour Harry hears a yell across the room, both he and Daphne looking up to see Neville Longbottom dealing with a smoking cauldron as his partner, a brown-haired witch he recognises as Tracy Davis, watches on in despair.
With their attention distracted Daphne is oblivious as Draco Malfoy uses the opportunity to throw an extra ingredient into their cauldron. Harry's seeker reflexes allow him to spot the action, but he's unable to reach intervene in time. Watching on helplessly as their cauldron begins to boil over.
Looking down in shock Daphne turns to Harry in anger, having seen his arm reach towards the potion before the reaction. "Potter! What did you do?" She exclaims. "It was perfect until you had to go and mess it up!"
"N-no, I didn't… I-it was Malfoy!" Harry tries to exclaim, unnerved by the fierce glare coming from her vivid blue eyes.
Snorting and turning her head Daphne doesn't buy Harry's excuse. "Blaming a snake as usual I see." She replies bitterly, sitting resigned in front of their now ruined potion.
The pair are interrupted by the arrival of the black-haired professor, his face sneering down at their potion. "Shame, I'd hope your talents might have been able to help Potter's disastrous lack of skill for once." The professor says.
Feeling his temper rise Harry is about to respond before being cut off by his partner. "I'm sorry professor, I'll aim to do better next time."
Receiving a nod in return the professor stalks off once more. Turning to Daphne once more Harry speaks up. "Thanks… For not blaming me I mean."
Receiving a cold look in response Harry shrinks back. "Unlike you I've learnt how little lame excuses work." She replies, digging the dagger in once more.
Shrinking into his seat Harry sits dejectedly as they wait to be dismissed.
Soon leaving the classroom Harry calls out to Daphne in the hall.
"Daphne, wait!"
Turning to eye the green-eyed wizard Daphne waves off Tracy, waiting to hear what Harry has to say. The rest of the class soon leaving the hallway.
"I'm sorry, about what happened," Harry begins. "It really was Malfoy, but if it wasn't for being partnered with me it wouldn't have happened to you, so I'm sorry." He finishes sincerely.
Staring at him with her fierce blue eyes Daphne studies his face, finding him to be sincere. "Thank you… Potter, I appreciate your apology." The beautiful blonde witch replies. Turning to leave she's stopped by Harry's arm gently grasping her.
"I also wanted to say, if there's anything I could do to make it up to you, I'm happy to do it." Harry says, a blush forming on his face.
Seeing his face begin to redden Daphne realises the meaning behind his words, a small smirk breaking her mask of indifference.
"Well who knew the Gryffindor Golden Boy could be so honourable," She replies. "Are you sure you're okay making that offer to a snake?"
Nodding in reply Harry meets Daphne's eyes as she seems to reach a conclusion.
"I accept," She announces. "Follow me, I know a place we won't be… interrupted."
Still blushing deeply Harry follows the refined witch down the corridor, the pair soon arriving at a second potions classroom, this one clearly unused outside of a few clear spaces that Harry would guess have been used by students to study further.
Closing the door Daphne places a privacy ward in place before turning back to Harry.
"Take it off Potter," She says, receiving a confused look in reply. "Your clothes you idiot, you wanted to apologise didn't you?" She says haughtily.
Embarrassed Harry decides not to anger her any more and quickly begins to remove his uniform, soon standing in just his boxers before her.
"You can drop those too, let's see how impressive the boy-who-lived really is."
His cheeks inflamed Harry reaches down to lower his boxers, wincing as he hears a sound of laughter in response.
"Wow, you really are pathetic," She says while giggling. Seeing a look of shame pass his face she speaks up once more. "Turn around, let me see if that ass can make up for your tiny cock."
Following her instructions Harry turns his body, wincing as her soft palm firmly grips the cheek of his ass.
"Mmm, much better… looks like you were made for taking dick rather than giving it." She teases.
Turning him around once more she walks closer to Harry. "If you really want to apologise… get on your knees."
Looking back at the beautiful blonde witch Harry nods, and falls naked to his knees.
Looking down at him Daphne lets out a smile in satisfaction before reaching around to undo her skirt. Dropping it to the ground she reveals her long legs, soft white stockings reaching up to her mid-thigh, while a tight pair of white panties hold back her package, the lace trim at the edge showing her sense of elegance.
Watching Harry's eyes glue onto her bulge Daphne smirks, reaching forward to lace her hands through his hair. Confusing her act for tenderness Harry is startled when she firmly brings him forward to press his face against the hidden shaft in her panties, soon feeling the flesh beneath begin to harden in response.
"Say please, and I'll let you take them off me." Daphne says with a moan.
"P-please." Harry stammers, eager to see more of her body.
"Good boy." She replied, standing back and staring down at him expectantly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She says impatiently.
Hurriedly rushing forward Harry reaches up to grasp the waist of her underwear in his hands, softly pulling them down her body. As he does Harry is startled when her thick shaft unfurls against his face, the half hard length resting against his head with a thud.
Before he can reach out to her shaft Harry watches Daphne rest her hand down to her shaft before shaking her length to the side, firmly striking it against Harry's face as he winces. Trails of precum fall against his cheeks as she continues to slap her shaft back and forth against his face. Feeling her shaft harden further she eases off her taunting cock slaps and stands with her shaft holding firm.
"I hope you're better at sucking cock than you are with potions." Daphne teases.
Embarrassed at her words Harry looks up at the hard cock above his face. Sitting at 9 inches with a thick girth, his mouth begins to water in anticipation. Soft blonde hairs cover the base and along the large balls sitting below, her pureblood heritage shining through.
Beginning to raise his hands Harry pauses as the witch above him admonishes him once more.
"I said I wanted you to suck my cock, if I wanted a handjob I'd have asked for it."
Blushing in shame Harry rests his hands back in his lap, leaning his head forward he opens his mouth to taste her shaft.
Feeling her press within Harry softly runs his tongue around her tip, soon running it under her foreskin to chase the taste of her precum.
After giving Harry a moment to appreciate her taste Daphne firmly grasps his hair, holding him tight as she begins to forcefully push her way within his mouth.
Feeling her cock sink deeper in his mouth Harry braces himself, willing his throat to relax as he feels the pleasure begin to build, his body reacting to domineering witch looking to fuck his mouth. He soon feels her thick shaft begin to slide down the back of his throat, as she sinks home the last thick lengths of her pale cock.
"Oh fuck, looks like you're good for something after all," Daphne gasps, looking down to see Harry's nose pressed against her soft blonde pubes, soon meeting his eyes and seeing a look of pleasure within. "Who knew the boy-who-lived's real talent was in being a slut for cock."
Embarrassed by her barbs Harry still feels pleasure shoot through his body at her words, his cock hardening further even while untouched.
Looking down Daphne sees his hard cock sitting firm, the 4-inch length begging for attention. Pleased to see Harry focusing on her pleasure rather than his own, Daphne smiles down before moving her stocking clad foot to press against his cock.
Feeling the soft touch against his shaft Harry lets out a deep moan around the thick cock plundering his throat, soon he feels Daphne softly moving her foot back and forth against his cock, the soft touch of her sole and the silky material covering her foot massaging his length to his pleasure. Harry soon finds himself softly moving his hips back and forth, eagerly chasing pleasure against the soft touch of her feet.
"Don't you dare cum you little slut," Daphne barks, her foot soon moving down to press firmly against his balls. "You'll be cleaning it up with your tongue if you do."
Firmly chastised, Harry stills his movements, soaking in the pleasure of Daphne's stocking clad foot pressing down against him, but willing himself not to chase his desire.
Watching Harry follow her orders sends another stab of pleasure through Daphne, her cock still being massaged by Harry's throat. Now in full control of the green-eyed wizard she steadily picks up the pace of her thrusts, her hands firmly holding Harry's head for her to plunge her cock into.
With the thick shaft now picking up speed Harry gives up all control to Daphne, his body going numb from the pleasure coming from her hard pace.
Now harshly fucking the face of the boy-who-lived, Daphne feels her balls begin to tighten, as her thick length is tightly massaged by Harry's throat on each thrust. With her hips now slamming into his face Daphne firmly pulls Harry's head against her as her body explodes in pleasure.
With her cock so viciously slamming into his throat Harry has little time to prepare before he's gripped tight, his throat beginning to spasm as thick ropes of cream get deposited deep in his stomach. His eyes beginning to water Harry can only hold on to the firm ass of the witch holding him as his body shivers from the cream she's firing into his throat.
Feeling her flow begin to end Daphne pulls her cock out of Harry's throat, watching the young wizard begin to cough and take harsh breaths. Stroking the final ropes of cream to land against his face Daphne smiles down at the disheveled young wizard.
Breathing deep Harry soaks in the taste of her cum sitting against his tongue.
"Fuck… you did good slut." She compliments, watching as Harry's cheeks redden in response.
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