Porn Stories [R-18] Chapter 3: Santa’s Little Helper

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked, startled by the lack of noise filling the usually packed corridors, quiet enough for him to pick up the crackling of the torches lighting the way. "I don't think I've ever seen Hogwarts so dead before."

"You didn't hear?" Hermione tutted, rooting through her bag to make sure she hadn't left anything behind after her double Charms lesson. "Professor Dumbledore managed to get a fully functioning muggle projector to work within the Hogwarts wards without bursting into flas. It's all very fascinating, the intricacy required to protect an electronic device from the magic perating the castle is truly astonishing."

"Harry's not interested in how Dumbledore prevented a bit of old muggle tat from exploding, Hermione," Ron rolled his eyes, tightening his scarf around his neck when the cold chill pouring through the corridor beca too much to bear. "He wants to know what Dumbledore's using it for."

"Oh, sorry," Hermione reddened, never one to miss the opportunity to voice her appreciation for displays of complex magic. "The Headmaster wanted to get everyone in the Christmas spirit, so he decided to cancel lessons for the rest of the day in favour of showing old Christmas films."

"I'm surprised you didn't know about that, Harry. Seamus and Dean wouldn't shut up about getting to miss potions with Snape," Ron said, sharing the pair's glee at avoiding a lesson with the notoriously sour potions professor.

"I must've spaced out when they were talking about it," Harry yanwed, rolling his shoulders to try and rid himself of the knot that had ford between his blades. "Quidditch practice has been non-stop this last week. We've already lost to Hufflepuff this year, and we can't afford a loss to Ravenclaw if we want to stand any chance of lifting the cup."

"Honestly, I will never understand why you're so willing to harm yourself for the sake of a silly ga," Hermione scoffed, skipping down the stairs leading to the first floor. "If you keep going like this you could end up doing permanent damage to yourself."

"There's more to life than books, Hermione," Ron followed her down, lured by the aroma of food emanating from the Great Hall. "No amount of studying will ever give you the feeling quite as satisfying as seeing the look on Malfoy's face when Gryffindor wins the cup. If it wipes the smirk off that bleached weasel's face, then I say Harry should keep pushing himself until he flies into a wall."

"Speaking of Malfoy, I can't imagine than any Slytherins could bring themselves to sit down and watch muggle films, even if it gets them out of class for a few hours," Harry said, speaking up to prevent Hermione and Ron from exchanging barbs. "Any idea where they're going to be in the an ti?"

"It shouldn't co as any surprise that Malfoy and his cohorts managed to book themselves a practice session on the Quidditch pitch, courtesy of Professor Snape of course," Hermione inford him. "As for the others, I'm not too sure. At least we'll be able to watch the films without having to worry about Malfoy's lot ruining it for everyone."

"I've never seen a muggle film, I wonder how they get all those pictures to move without magic?" Ron asked, leaving Hermione feeling as though she would be spending most of the ti explaining the inner workings of muggle filmmaking.

"Harry, aren't you coming?" Hermione asked when she found Harry parked near the base of the stairs.

"Nah, I had to sit through most of those films when I lived with the Dursleys. There's only so many tis that you can sit through A Christmas Carol before you start ripping your hair our," Harry laughed, listening to the cacophony of noise that escaped the hall when Hermione gave the door a shove. "You guys go ahead, I'll use the ti to get so rest."

"You'd better!" Hermione jabbed a warning finger in his direction. "I don't want to find out you ended up in the infirmary because you did sothing utterly silly. Straight to the common room and nowhere else. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry agreed, smart enough to know not to go against an order from Hermione. "Have fun, you two."

Harry dashed back up the stairs, finding it remarkably easy to navigate the moving staircases when he didn't have to worry about anyone else shifting the path. By the ti he arrived at the portrait of The Fat Lady, Harry could feel the burning sensation in his joints and muscles becoming too prominent to ignore, making it a struggle to drag himself into the common room. Trudging upstairs, he staggered into his dorm room and swayed as he approached his all too inviting bed, dropping face first onto the mattress. Feeling himself drifting off, a familiar voice dragged him back from the comforting abyss of slumber.

"I do hope you weren't thinking about nodding off?" an eloquent voice asked, causing Harry's fluttering eyes to snap open. "I didn't spend close to an hour getting ready just so you could snore away."

"Daphne? Is that you?" Harry muttered incoherently, trying to blink away the blur in his weary eyes.

"Just how tired are you?" Daphne's voice demanded, though Harry struggled to locate the source of it.

"Tired enough to hibernate. Until you stopped that is. How did you even manage to get into the Gryffindor common room? Harry grumbled darkly, shoving himself onto his back, frowning when he could find no sign of the owner of the taunting voice. "And where are you exactly?"

"It was easy enough to bribe The Fat Lady, I just promised to hook her up with one of the portraits on the second floor," Daphne replied, still yet to make an appearance. "As for where I am, I'm not sure if you're lucid enough to fully appreciate all the hard work I put into your Christmas present. Are you?"

"What hard work?" Harry muttered, rising to a sitting position as he scanned the room. But when his question was t with silence, Harry opted to play along with Daphne's ga. "Okay, fine. I'm awake, and there isn't much chance of getting any sleep now. So co on, let's see what you've got for ."The

"Close your eyes," Daphne purred , drawing out the words as they left her full lips.

"Alright," Harry complied, batting away the urge to succumb to drop off. "But if I open them and find out that you've decided to redecorate the room with a Slytherin thed aesthetic, I'm not going to be pleased." The

"Don't be so paranoid, I'm not that duplicitous," Harry heard the shuffling of fabric, joined by the muffled clicking of heels against the carpeted floor. "Okay, you can open them."

Any sort of drowsiness that Harry still felt dissipated the very second his erald eyes landed on the vision stood before him, alleviating the tension he felt in his joints. Daphne had swapped her uniform for a racy interpretation of a costu belonging to one of Santa's helpers, a green sequin dress that did nothing but flatter every beautifully maintained curve. A pair of green opera gloves encased her arms, and a pair of tall stilettos helped to push out her rear and chest, rendering them impossible for Harry to tear his eyes away from.

"rlin's beard!" Harry gasped, swooning at the dazzling grin Daphne aid his way as his eyes goggled.

"I take it that you weren't expecting a present such as this?" Daphne brushed her flowing golden hair back and cocked a hip.

"You can say that again," Harry finally blinked, making sure that the scantily clad blonde wasn't just a fignt of his imagination. "But I don't understand, what's brought this on? How did you even know I would be up here and not in the Great Hall?"

"Oh please, I saw the way you were throwing yourself around on that broomstick yesterday, there wasn't a chance that you would sit around for hours on end watching dull muggle Christmas picture films," Daphne scoffed, gripping the buckle of waist-hugging belt. "As for my motivation? You're in need of relief, and I desperately need a shag that only you're capable of giving ."

"I knew there was sothing in it for you," Harry smirked, doing nothing to conceal the tent rapidly forming between his legs. "Where did you even get the clothes from? They don't exactly strike as the sort of things you can find at Madam Malkin's."

"If you must know, I had to convince Granger to help send off for it. As much as I may loathe the muggles, there's no denying that they have a far greater imagination when it cos to making risqué garnts," Daphne clasped her hands behind her back and forced an innocent expression onto her face, swinging her hips as she approached the bed. "If these clothes are enough to get you all hot and bothered so easily, I may have to consider adding a few more to my collection."

"I agree wholeheartedly," anticipated what was to co, clumsily freeing his cock from his terribly constrictive robe. In turn, Daphne paused before reaching his bed, bending over at the waist until she ford a perfect 90° angle, reaching under her green skirt. She hiked the hem up and reached for the straps of her silk thong, sliding it until she could kicked it in Harry's direction, smiling when he reached out and snatched it without hesitation. "Hum, do you ever take a break from being a seeker?"

"That depends, did you have sothing in mind that might help to take my mind off it?" Harry asked, skidding across the bed until he hit the pillows, watching Daphne swing her legs up onto the feather soft mattress.

"I did have a little incentive in mind."

Daphne crawled along on her hands and knees, moving until she hovered directly over Harry. Dropping her head, she connected her soft lips to Harry's, unphased when he boldly slipped his tongue past her teeth and into her mouth. Her golden tresses cascaded across Harry's face as they exchanged fervent kisses, embroiled in a desperate battle as their tongues curled and caressed one another. Inevitably, Harry's hands found their way down to Daphne's skirt, raising it into a bunch around her thin waist, allowing him to explore the delicious curve of her ample rear, kneading her supple skin, inducing a moan from the Slytherin that reverberated deep in Harry's throat.

"You've always had a thing for my arse, Harry," Daphne lifted her lips away from Harry's and brought them within inches of his ear, cooing as the tip of his manhood tickled her thighs. "Considering that this is the season of giving, how would you respond if I offered to let you fuck there tonight?"

"Daphne, you're not serious?" Harry shuddered, struck down by an almost unbearable amount of excitent at the prospect of claiming the one part of her body that had been off limits since the beginning of their relationship. He felt her cheek brush across his as she pulled back, biting her lip seductively as their eyes locked.

"Deadly serious," Daphne confird, proving her truthfulness when she pulled a vial of slickening oil from the pocket of her costu, dangling it teasingly between Harry's eyes. "I've been racking my brain all month trying to co up with the perfect gift. I considered buying you a broomstick, but I didn't need to give you even more reason to spend all your free ti on quidditch practice. So, I concluded that if I wanted to keep you in bed and away from the skies, it would take sothing that would make the choice worth it."

"But we've never done it there," Harry said, scolding himself for allowing a hint of reality to seep into his greatest fantasy. "What if it's too tight?"

"A Slytherin never bumbles into a situation unprepared, that's what we have Gryffindors for. No, this last month I've beco quite well acquainted with a certain plug I acquired," Daphne unscrewed the cap on the bottle, reaching beneath so she could tip the contents over Harry's intense erection. Her lips curved into a broad grin as the sensation of the cool liquid trickling across his mber set a fire in Harry's eyes, one that burned with pure lust. "You won't have to worry about struggling. All you have to do is bury this delicious rod in my arse. Think you're up to the task?"

"Oh, without a doubt," Harry shifted his body, moving around until he felt the curve of his manhood slide up to Daphne's star. "Are you definitely sure you can do this?"

"You're dealing with a Greengrass, Harry. When we say we want sothing, we won't stop until we get it," she promised.

Daphne rose up and sat herself upon the point of Harry's organ, crying in ecstasy as she made a descent along his length. Her rate of progress left Harry staring in disbelief, watching inch after inch of his considerable cock disappear into Daphne's anal cavity, engulfed by a gripping pressure unlike anything he had ever encountered. Not even a minute passed before Daphne nestled herself in Harry's lap, embedding his cock down to the base, with her face already covered in a sheen of perspiration.

"See?" Daphne allowed for a mont to catch her breath, arching her back as Harry's cock pulsated powerfully between her tight walls. "Practice makes perfect."

"Yet when I try and do the sa with quidditch everyone seems to scold for it," Harry joked, listening to the lodious laughter that ca from the incredible beauty straddling him.

"The difference between quidditch and shagging is that I don't find shagging to be hours of repetitive ssing around," Daphne spread her knees out, offering better support as she ascended, stopping only when Harry's dod head remained lodged in her arse. She dropped back down and repeated the motion ti after ti, speeding up with every thrust of Harry's hard mber, gasping as he pierced her tight orifice repeatedly. "Besides, this beats riding a broom any day of the week."

"I'm not so sure, I still need so convincing," Harry taunted, hiding the ungodly pleasure he was subjected to as Daphne clenched around him, leaving no part of his cock untouched.

"Be careful with what you say, Potter. I'm beyond horny, if I'm not careful I might end up sending you to the infirmary, try explaining that sort of injury to Pomfrey," Daphne proved her point by shifting up a gear, moving with a rhythm that saw her moving with graceful fluidity. "Just stay still and let work my magic."

Harry did exactly that, resting his head back against the plush pillow, groping Daphne's rear as she bucked up and down with shocking force. He tried to compete, undulating to thrust his cock in and out of her canal, but gave up when Daphne responded by accelerating to an unbearable speed, riding him with possession in her ocean blue eyes. True to her word, Daphne pushed Harry towards the edge, slamming against him with sharp strikes of her lithe body.

"Getting close, are we?" Daphne moaned, rolling her stomach in the fashion of a harem dancer, exerting every bit of energy she had just to sustain the tempo she had cultivated.

"You know I am," Harry ground his teeth together, feeling pressure building that demanded relief.

"Then why are you still going?" Daphne picked up Harry's hands and placed them on her covered breasts, unsurprised by the fondling that imdiately followed. "You know you want to finish, and I know where you want to finish. So do it, I want to feel you cumming in like a fountain!"

"You insatiable minx," Harry struck Daphne with a burst of thrusts, bouncing her against his lap like a wild animal, driven by impulse alone. However, the flurry of jerks could only go on for so long, ending in explosive fashion. Stars appeared in Harry's eyes as he erupted with incredible ferocity, blasting large wads of hot sperm into Daphne's awaiting anus, splattering thick globs of his seed into the deepest regions of her body.

"There's so much!" a visibly shaken Daphne muttered, slumping against Harry as he pumped his boiling fluid into her, shaking as his cock swelled up and deflated.

"I know," Harry replied shakily, stroking his hand through Daphne's silky mane, squeezing out the last drops he still had left. "I've never cum so much before, not even when we snuck off to the alley behind The Hog's Head for a quickie."

"There's nothing as exhilarating as a romp in a public setting, especially one so grimy. So tell ," Daphne placed her hands on Harry's chest, blowing a loose lock of hair from her face as she stared into his eyes, "would you have preferred a few hours extra sleep instead of my little gift?"

"Not on your life," Harry grinned smittenly, locking his fingers over the small over Daphne's back. "And if you do end up buying so more outfits, I might just have to consider spending less ti practicing."

"Excellent. Did I ntion that I might have a French maid costu tucked away?" Daphne whispered in a throaty voice, noticing the blazing gleam that appeared in Harry's eyes. "I could wear it as a distraction for the next ti you play against us."

"Must you always be so devious?" Harry queried, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner.

"It eez, 'ow you say, in my nature?" Daphne put on her best French accent, thrilled by the effect it had on Harry as his mber expanded once again.