March 2025 Exclusive Poll Winner - Clubbing Part 2 - Harry/Daphne

AN: This is a Part 2 to a May 2024 Chapter entitled Clubbing. You can find it by searching for it in my stories or by using the Clubbing tag within this chapter.

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It seemed all too easy for Daphne to look like her normal gorgeous self after Harry had pumped a thick load inside of her. She straightened out her dress with ease and adjusted her thong back into place so that his cum wouldn’t drip down her thighs. Instead, it collected within her underwear.

Harry couldn’t help but grin at the sight, knowing that Daphne was his for tonight at least.

“I’m not satisfied yet,” he told her. “Are you?”

He didn’t even need to see the shake of her head to know her answer. The lust that flamed within her eyes and the way that she naturally contorted her body against his told him everything that he needed to know.

“Good,” Harry said, his voice rumbling within his chest. “I have so much more to give you before you call it a night.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Daphne said as she cradled her body against him. The swell of her breasts against his chest drove the beast within Harry to yet another frenzy. He wanted to pull out his cock and fuck her as hard and fast as he could, but he’d already explored the beauty of fucking Daphne Greengrass upon the balcony at the Black Night nightclub. The exhibitionist thrill still remained within his chest, but the excitement had dulled for tonight at least.

“I’m going to pump you so full of cum that it’ll be a wonder that you don’t get pregnant from me tonight,” Harry told Daphne earnestly. He’d always wanted children, and there were plenty of witches willing to offer him some, but none of them held a candle to Daphne’s brilliance and grace.

“You had better keep a promise like that,” Daphne purred. She grabbed Harry’s collar and pulled him close to her, enough that he could practically taste her strawberry lip gloss. “I’m not a witch who can be so easily satisfied. I don’t care how many witches you’ve fucked since you’ve become Kingsley’s Ambassadors for the newly refurbished Diagon Alley and any other magical locales. What I want is your devotion to me.”

Even after fucking her upon the balcony of the Black Night, overlooking the nightclub below, Harry knew that he wasn’t entirely satisfied. Daphne was an unbelievably excellent partner when it came to sex, and his cock needed more from her. He wanted to bend her over one of the railings that kept everyone in place on the upper levels and pound into her until he’d left a hefty load deep inside of her womb, but he could see in Daphne’s eyes that she wanted more from him.

“Your place or mine?” Harry asked her.

“Mine,” Daphne grinned. “I have high standards.”

“As do I,” Harry countered smoothly. “Anyone who I go home with needs to pass a number of checks.”

“And?” Daphne raised an eyebrow at him as she pressed her body even harder against his. “Did I pass those checks?”

Harry swallowed the saliva that’d been pooling in his mouth. He wanted to kiss her again so badly. “You’ve made quite the first impression,” he admitted. “I have high hopes for you, but I’ll need to do a full-body exam first to make sure you aren’t secretly hiding something dangerous on your person. It’d be a shame to get tied down to your bed only for you to pull out a dagger and sacrifice me for some dark ritual.”

Daphne laughed loudly, but the drone of the music blaring from below made it so that only Harry’s ears were graced with hearing her beauty. “My whole body is dangerous. I fear that after a night with me, you’ll be addicted.”

“Who says I’m not already,” Harry retorted playfully.

“Then that’d make two of us,” Daphne replied as she flashed him a smile. “Now, are you going to keep chatting my ear off or are we going off to finish what we’ve started?”

Harry could feel Daphne’s racing pulse as he grabbed her hand and tugged her along towards the staircase. She jogged for a moment to catch up to him, and then they were back amongst the throngs of people drinking and relaxing on the staircase. The Black Night had gotten even more packed since Harry had first entered into it, so it took a bit more time to squeeze through everyone.

When they reached the bottom of the staircase, Harry spotted that dark-haired bartender sporting a wicked grin on her face as she watched Harry lead Daphne down. She mouthed ‘good luck’ to him before she had to turn back to her other customers.

“I made a bet with her that you’d come talk to me on the second night we were both here,” Daphne giggled into his ear. “Obviously, I lost then, so I needed to take things into my own hands tonight.”

“How much did you lose?” Harry asked curiously.

“I have to buy an entire round for the Black Night,” Daphne answered. “Not the worst loss I’ve ever suffered. Maybe we can come back the night that I have to pay up and have a repeat up on the balcony?”

Harry cock stirred in his trousers at the thought. “That’d be wonderful.”

Eager to get back to her place to finish off what had been a wonderful night, Harry swiftly led Daphne back out through the nearby entrance towards Diagon Alley itself. The nightlife here was superb since Kingsley’s ambassador program worked its magic. The fact that everyone felt safe enough to come out so soon after Voldemort’s defeat was wonderful.

A couple of Aurors on patrol noticed Harry stepping out of the club with Daphne in tow. One of them, Stevens, gave Harry a not-so-subtle thumbs up, while his partner Emilia just smacked him upside the head and barked at him to focus on keeping an eye on the streets.

“I’d apparate us to your home, but I’ve never seen it,” Harry grimaced. He never liked to give up the opportunity to flex his magical prowess in front of women he was trying to impress.

“I’ll take us there,” Daphne said as she tightened her grip on his hand. “In one, two, three—”

Suddenly, the world spun around them as Daphne apparated them right to the front door of Greengrass Manor.

Greengrass Manor was as grand and expansive as he could’ve imagined. Lush, flowing gardens surrounded the front of the manor, while greenhouses were merely hinted at around the contours of the home. A thick, vast forest surrounded the entire property, giving it an almost fairytale-esque aesthetic to it. Despite the late hour, a few windows revealed flickering candlelight.

“Shit,” Daphne cursed under her breath. “My sister’s still awake, and my dad might be too.”

“Can’t we just apparate up to your bedroom?” Harry asked.

Daphne gave a shake of her head. “We have an extensive ward scheme on our property. I could apparate you up there, but it’d immediately alert my dad that you were on the property.”

“Maybe he’d be impressed that you’re shagging the hero of the wizarding world,” Harry joked.

“I guarantee he’d try to get you to sign a marriage contract right away,” Daphne snorted. “And as much as I like you, I’m not going to tie myself down to anyone until I know that they’re right for me.”

“At least I’ve met the bar in one of the ways that matters,” Harry replied with a cheeky grin.

“Indeed you have,” Daphne giggled. “Now, come on. Try and be quiet, and if you hear any footsteps, just duck off into a room for cover.”

“Got it.”

The grand oak doors opened automatically at Daphne’s approach. Harry stayed a few steps behind her, allowing her to scope things out ahead of him while guiding him towards her bedroom.

The interior of Greengrass Manor was far less ostentatious than he feared. There were plenty of dried rare plants on display in glass cases and portraits of various members of the Greengrass family throughout its many generations hung from the walls, but the manor looked surprisingly warm and cosy. There were only a few dying candles lit along the main hallway that stood before them, but the ones that lined the grand staircase upwards looked freshly replaced.

“Hobsy,” Daphne called out in a whisper.

Suddenly, a house-elf appeared before them. Harry froze in surprise, fearing that they were caught out already, before his brain processed that Daphne had called for the house-elf. Hobsy glanced at Harry but said nothing about his presence, which was as reassuring a sign as any.

“Hello, Miss Daphne,” Hobsy whispered back to her. “Lord Greengrass is asleep in his study, but Miss Astoria is awake. She was looking for you earlier tonight.”

“Do you know what for?” Daphne asked quickly.

Hobsy shook her head. “No, but she asked me to inform her the moment you arrived back home.”

Daphne cursed under her breath. “Alright, go tell her that I’m home and that I’ll come speak to her right away.”

Hobsy gave a short bow before popping off to do as Daphne bade her.

“Won’t she say that I’m here with you?” Harry asked Daphne the moment Hobsy disappeared.

“Hobsy knows the value of discretion,” Daphne replied. “I think she’s used to me sneaking my best friend Tracey inside often enough that she’s learnt to not say anything about whoever I bring over. Though, it has been quite some time since I’ve done that.”

“With another man?” Harry couldn’t help but ask, even fearing the answer as he said it.

“No,” Daphne answered without hesitation. “You’re the only man I’ve brought home. Not the only one I’ve ever been with of course, but still…”

“I guess I must’ve made quite the first impression then,” Harry joked.

Daphne laughed. “I suppose you did. Come, let’s get upstairs.”

Harry followed Daphne close behind as they ascended the stairs. Although the manor appeared quite large from the outside, the interior was less expansive than he imagined. Less so than Malfoy Manor was anyway. He wondered if they grew plants inside of makeshift greenhouses in their home as well. The Greengrass family was Britain’s largest producer of magical plants after all, and there were bound to be some rare or expensive ones that they’d prefer to keep within the safety of their manor.

At the top of the stairs, two corridors diverged off of the landing.

“That’s the guest wing,” Daphne gestured to the left. “This is the family’s wing.”

“Is your room close to your sisters?” Harry asked in a whisper.

“Around the corner from hers,” Daphne answered. “I just hope that brat hasn’t decided to sneak into my room again.”

Harry snorted in amusement. “Does she do that often?”

“Only when she tries to annoy me,” Daphne replied. “It’s a sisterly thing.”

“Right,” Harry nodded in understanding. Ron and his brothers were like that too.

They crept forwards quite aways into the family wing of the manor. Harry watched each door warily, prepared to leap into hiding should a single one start to move. Thankfully, everything remained calm as they rounded the first corner.

“My room’s just up here,” Daphne said, gesturing at a specific door ahead. “Go inside and I’ll head over to see what my sister wants. It’ll only take a momen—”

“Daphne?”

As swiftly as he could, Harry opened the nearest door and stepped inside before Daphne could even tell him to do exactly that. He pushed the door back until it was almost closed and crouched down low, focusing on keeping his breathing from giving him away.

“Astoria,” Daphne sighed in frustration. “I said that I’d come to see you.”

“I know,” Astoria replied, sounding annoyed. Harry tried to peek out through the crack in the door, but he couldn’t manage to get an angle to see her. “But you also promised to take me out dancing the next time you went.”

“I forgot,” Daphne admitted. “I can make it up to you.”

“No, you—”

Astoria and Daphne’s conversation quickly devolved into bickering. Harry tried to keep up with what was being said, but a sudden cough from behind him nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.

In a single smooth motion, Harry stood up, drew his wand, and placed it underneath the chin of the person standing right behind him. It was a woman. A beautiful woman. One that looked suspiciously like…

“Sorry,” Harry grimaced awkwardly as he pulled back his wand.

The woman’s critical eye was upon him as she set the book she’d been reading down on the table next to her. In his haste to hide, Harry hadn’t even bothered to look at the room he’d barged into, or if it was even occupied. Now that he had the chance, he realised that he’d stepped into a small library.

“Harry Potter in the flesh,” the woman commented as she smoothed out her nightclothes. “I would say that I am surprised, but my daughter does have quite the interesting taste in men.”

“Err,” Harry began awkwardly. “I’m… sorry?”

“Don’t be,” the woman replied. “She could’ve done far worse than you. There has been no end to the number of suitors badgering her father and I to sign a marriage contract for Daphne.”

This was… oh sweet Merlin.

Anastasia Greengrass was a woman of some repute. She was the primary manager of her family’s business, and she was known to be an incredibly shrewd and powerful woman. The wealth that she’d managed to generate for her family had made her a prime recruitment target for the Death Eaters, but she’d refused to give in, even after being threatened with her life on numerous occasions. That alone had earned her the respect of many within the magical community, but it was her efforts in donating ingredients vital to various healing potions that’d truly made her beloved in the public’s eye as of late.

But more important than all of that was the fact that she was Daphne’s mother. And he was currently being snuck into her house so that he could shag her daughter.

Anastasia chuckled. “You look like you’re about to be sick. Good. I’d wondered if you’d grown so arrogant as to forget any sense of shame or humiliation like so many others would’ve in your place.”

Harry forced his mind to recompose itself. “I deeply apologise for barging in like this. Daphne though—”

“That she could just sneak you in and none of us would be any the wiser?” Anastasia raised an eyebrow at him. “My daughter is clever, but it seems she still underestimates how much a parent knows about their child’s life.”

“Right…” Harry muttered.

The door to the room opened again, and Daphne appeared mid huff. “I got Astoria to go back to her room. Now we can… mum,” she ended with only the faintest hint of surprise in her voice. Clearly, she was trying to mask it. “I didn’t expect you to be up so late. I was just inviting Harry in for—”

“I know what you’re inviting him for,” Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Please save whatever lie you were about to use. I was your age once, and my parents heard every excuse under the sun. Just go on and be safe.”

“We will,” Daphne replied, tight lipped. “Come on, Harry.”

Before he could say another word, Daphne yanked him back out of the room, and Anastasia closed the door with a smug smile on her lips.

“That was awkward,” Harry grimaced once they were alone again.

“I’m the one who has to live with her,” Daphne groaned. “But I’m not going to let this spoil the night. Are you?”

Harry snorted. “It’d take a lot more than that to stop what you and I have planned.”

“Good,” Daphne cracked a smile. “If anything, let’s take this as a good sign. If my mum approves, that means she’ll help keep my dad and sister off of our tracks if you come over again.”

“When I come over again,” Harry corrected her playfully.

“Oh? That confident are we?”

“You already saw what I could do at the Black Night,” Harry pointed out. “Imagine how much better it’ll be when it's just us two.”

“I don’t know,” Daphne replied with a teasing grin. “Maybe the missing thrill of fucking in public will make this less exciting.”

“Believe me, it won’t,” Harry assured her. “Now that we can take our time, you can really see the breadth of what I can do.”

“Maybe another night,” Daphne said. “I believe there was some mention about you wanting me to ride your cock until you could only speak my name.”

Harry grinned back at Daphne. “Indeed there was.”

Daphne’s bedroom was brightly lit with floating candles, but she swiftly snuffed out all but a few of them to darken the atmosphere a fair bit. It was a touch brighter than the Black Night had been, but it still had that mysterious and sexy aesthetic that seemed to drive couples wild. Daphne directed the candles to float in the corners of the room, away from the princess-style bed that sat along the western wall.

Sauntering casually, Daphne walked over to one of the many massive floor-to-ceiling windows that dominated the eastern wall of her bedroom and turned back to face him. With only the slightest smirk on her lips, Daphne unzipped her dress and let it slide down her frame.

There was no one else in the world who had a body like Daphne Bloody Greengrass. Harry was as sure of that fact as he was that the sun rose in the east and set in the west. While he’d certainly admired her long legs and plump arse, her little black dress had hid some of the most awe-inspiring parts of her.

The first thing his eyes latched onto was her perfectly shaped breasts, cupped by a lacy black bra that left little to the imagination. He could faintly see the outlines of her pink nipples through the translucent fabric. Even as Daphne unhooked her bra and revealed her two beautiful, pale orbs to him, they barely sagged down at all. They still sat high on her chest, practically begging to be latched onto.

If that wasn’t good enough, Daphne’s flat stomach and wide hips gave her silhouette an unbelievable figure against the backdrop of the dark fields out past her window. She turned around with a wink and bent over in front of him again before slowly pulling down her black thong. The remnants of his cum stained her inner thighs as it’d dripped out of her on the trip back down. Harry wished that someone at the Black Night could’ve seen the physical evidence that he’d claimed Daphne Greengrass as his.

When Daphne stood back up to her full height and glanced over her shoulder at him with that playful smile of hers, Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t even consciously remember vanishing his clothes off of his body, but he was naked by the time he reached her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his cock in between her two plump arsecheeks as he kissed her neck.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Harry said huskily, letting his hands roam everywhere from her hip bones to her breasts. Those two massive orbs of flesh felt so warm and jiggly in his hands.

Daphne giggled. “You can’t give in this easily. What happened to our teasing from before?”

“I don’t care about it right now,” Harry replied honestly in between kisses. “I can’t get you off of my mind enough to think about anything witty to say.”

“That’s a shame,” Daphne sighed as she leaned back against him. “I quite liked the witty Harry Potter.”

“More than you like the feeling of my cock inside of you?” Harry countered.

Daphne grinned back at him. “No, not as much as that.”

“Good,” Harry growled as he grasped her hips and lifted her up into the air.

Daphne’s laugh echoed throughout her room as Harry carried her over to his bed. It was only belatedly that he remembered to wandlessly create a Silencing Charm around her room to stop anyone from overhearing what they were about to get up to.

Harry flopped backwards onto Daphne’s bed, carefully moving his head out of the way as she fell back on top of him. She twisted around in his grasp until she rolled over on top of him, letting her slick pussy graze along his shaft as they moved further back onto her bed.

It didn’t take long before Daphne grasped his cock with her warm hand. Her hips were already raised when she angled him up just right so that her heavenly walls could sink down around his cock. Even though he’d fucked her less than half an hour ago, the feeling of her pussy still blew him away entirely. It was utterly blissful and excitingly new at the same time, leaving Harry reeling from the pleasure.

Daphne’s hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest as she stabilised herself atop him. Her hips gyrated in a perfectly smooth motion that left Harry groaning in delight as his cock was stirred around inside of her depths. Already, her pussy was making him want to pump her full of cum.

“Say my name,” Daphne purred at him. “Isn’t that what you promised to do when I rode your cock?”

“Only when my brain can’t think of anything except for you,” Harry replied.

“I’d better get to it then.”

Harry wished that he could say that he maintained some composure when Daphne first bounced on his cock, but the pleasurable feelings overwhelmed his mind entirely. Her pussy seemed perfectly molded for him, and while she was surprisingly light atop his waist, she still managed to drop down with enough force to make the impact of his cock spearing into her depths something unbelievable had he not experienced it himself.

For her part, Daphne squeaked in surprise at the first drop she made. Riding his cock like this ensured that every inch of him entered into her pussy, something that her wonderful arse prevented when he fucked her in the Black Night. The intense fullness and the way that his cock stretched her out so completely made that sound leave her gorgeous lips, and Harry endeavoured to make sure that plenty more left her before the night was through.

After she managed to recover her mind, Daphne worked to set a steady rhythm as she rode Harry’s cock. There was no music other than the sound of their own breaths to set the tempo as Daphne worked herself on top of him, but that was enough to make Harry’s mind go blank with pleasure.

How had he never found anyone as wonderful and perfect as Daphne before tonight? Her body completed his so perfectly that it seemed like she was something crafted out of an erotic dream rather than reality, but he could feel her beneath her fingertips, so he knew that she must be real. His fingers dug into her waist as he grasped onto her, hard enough to leave marks come tomorrow, but neither of them seemed to care about that at the moment.

“Oh fuck, oh…” Daphne cried out loudly, biting her lower lip. She hadn’t stopped her motions at all, but Harry could see that she was having to really fight through the pleasure to keep her body moving the way she wanted it to.

“You feel so good,” Harry moaned. “You look like a goddess on top of me.”

If anything, his words seemed to impact her performance even more. Her walls squeezed around him as she slammed down onto his lap hard, almost painfully so. Her thighs were trembling as she squeezed her perky breasts in between her arms.

“I… fuck, Harry,” Daphne moaned. “I think I’m really falling for you.”

“Tell me that in the morning after I’ve shagged you again then,” Harry replied as he bucked his hips upwards, making Daphne bounce on his cock again. “But don’t you dare stop riding me.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Daphne replied as she tried to lift up off of him again. Her legs simply couldn’t muster the strength to do so given how wonderful she was feeling from riding Harry’s cock.

“Looks like you owe me one,” Harry said teasingly as he tightened his grip on Daphne’s hips. “You were supposed to ride my cock until I was crying out your name like it was a prayer.”

“I’m sorry,” Daphne whimpered, grinding herself on him and stirring his cock around inside of her again. “I tried so hard, but you feel so good.”

So do you, Harry wanted to say, but he held himself back. Instead, he flipped Daphne over onto her back and positioned himself perfectly above her. As though acting on instinct, Daphne wrapped her lovely legs around Harry’s waist and tied her ankles together perfectly so that he couldn’t escape.

“Fuck me,” Daphne moaned. “Harry!”

Harry started pounding into Daphne’s pussy as she started to scream his name. He nearly came right then and there upon hearing his name uttered in such a blissful, beautiful manner, but he wasn’t willing to do so until Daphne was cumming right there with him.

He managed to set a powerful, rhythmic pace that ushered a gasp from Daphne’s lips each time he slammed back into her. It took everything in Harry’s power to maintain such a perfect pace, but he managed it with surprising ease. Everything in his body was screaming at him to not mess this up, to make this a night that Daphne would remember for the rest of her days.

This wasn’t just a meaningless one-night stand for him. This was the start of something special. Daphne had been an intoxicating sight at the Black Night, and now that he was swimming within her depths, he knew that he never wanted to leave her side.

She was his, and he was hers. That was how it had to be.

And right now, their intimate connection was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

“Look at me,” Harry practically begged.

Daphne’s beautiful face shone up at him as he continued to plough into her. Even her gorgeous bouncing breasts weren’t enough to entice his gaze away from her perfect face.

“You’re beautiful,” Harry groaned as he thrust into her harder than before. Her walls responded in kind as they shuddered around his cock and then suddenly clamped down hard around him.

“Harry,” Daphne gasped. “Fuck, Harry, Harry, Har—”

Her words devolved into a scream of pleasure as Harry rammed inside of her for the final time. She came undone entirely beneath him as his cock began to squirt out a thick load of cum deep inside of her pussy, ensuring that her walls were coated with his seed.

It was an unbelievably mind-controlling experience that Harry couldn’t pull himself away from. He just kept staring down into Daphne’s orgasmic face as she squirmed beneath him. Each spurt of cum that filled her up felt like another achievement in his mind.

She was his, and he was hers.