May 2024 Exclusive Poll Winner - Boosting Her Confidence - Harry/Daphne

AN: This takes place in Daphne and Harry’s returning 8th year at Hogwarts.

“There she is. Go talk to her!” A hushed whisper sounded from behind Daphne Greengrass’ left shoulder. It wasn’t a voice that she recognised.

A light blush blossomed across her cheeks as she realised that someone was going to come over and talk to her. She’d never really been good at social situations like this, even if her boyfriend, Harry Potter, had been trying to help her out at her request. How did you greet someone who you didn’t know?

“She’s reading,” a hesitant, timid voice replied. “Maybe she won’t like me interrupting.”

“Just go for it,” an exasperated third person spoke up. “It’s not hard.”

“I… don’t you remember what happened to Drew?” The timid voice replied.

“It wasn’t that bad,” the first voice said. “She shot him down—it was his fault for asking her out in front of everyone in the Great Hall. No one else is around here, so if she turns you down, at least you won’t become the laughingstock of the school for the week.”

“Gee thanks,” the timid voice said, sounding thoroughly disheartened.

Daphne tapped her nails against the table in a nervous, rhythmic pattern. She really wished that he’d just come over and talk to her or go. All of this wishy-washy stalling was making her anxiety worse.

She turned around in her chair and saw three sets of eyes peering at her through the bookshelf behind her.

“Eep!” One of them said as they ducked out of sight.

“She’s seen you now,” one of them said. “Best get it over with.”

Two hands appeared around the bookshelf as they shoved a young man forward. Daphne schooled her features to try to stop any nervousness from showing. He was a Ravenclaw in the year below her. She faintly recognised him from seeing him in the Great Hall, but she didn’t even know his name.

Although she had no trouble in keeping her expression neutral, Daphne was panicking on the inside. Outside of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Tracey, and her sister, Astoria, Daphne didn’t talk much to anyone besides her professors. She’d always been shy, preferring quiet solitude to interacting with people where she might say or do something embarrassing and ruin her entire life in an instant.

“Err, hi,” the man said awkwardly as he straightened his back and took a half step towards her. “I’m Toby.”

“Daphne,” she replied as quickly as she could. Some people had told her that she sounded curt when she talked like that, but the alternative was stammering her way through her sentences.

“Right, I know that,” Toby scratched the side of his head.

“Smooth,” one of his friends said mockingly from behind the bookshelf.

Toby’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. He looked like he was trying to come up with something to say, but he was too nervous to do it. His eyes kept flickering between Daphne’s face and his dirty shoes.

Oh Merlin, was she supposed to say something? The last time she’d made new friends, Harry had been there to introduce Ron and Hermione to her. He’d done a lot of the talking and helped smooth things over so that there weren’t any awkward pauses like this. Before that, Tracey became her friend only because Tracey was talkative enough for the both of them. They’d met on the Hogwarts Express before their first year, and Tracey had talked the entire trip with Daphne only mumbling a handful of words. Honestly, they were a perfect match. But Daphne didn’t know what to do when the other person was as quiet as her.

The longer that the silence stretched out, the more panicked that Daphne became, thinking that she was doing something wrong.

“Say something,” Toby’s friend hissed to him.

“I, err, Daphne?” Toby fumbled over his words.

“Yes?” Daphne replied just as quickly as before.

Her tone must have been off, because he suddenly froze up. Daphne narrowed her eyes as she stared at his face, trying to discern the expression that was there.

“Umm, never mind!” Toby squeaked as he turned on his heels and ran off, leaving his friends behind.

Daphne turned her gaze on them next, wondering what had just happened and if she’d done something wrong. Toby’s two friends looked just as spooked as he was as they turned and bolted.

Thoroughly confused, Daphne turned back to her book. She didn’t start reading it though. Instead, she just replayed the scene that had just transpired over and over again in her mind.

An hour later, just after the clock struck three, Harry finally showed up. He was freshly showered after his afternoon Quidditch practice—his favourite hobby and hopefully future profession now that Voldemort was gone. There’d been scouts from every major Quidditch team in the United Kingdom, Ireland, and several European countries coming to check out Harry and a few other students who were set to graduate in a couple of months, and Harry had been putting in as much work as he could to hopefully earn a spot on one of those teams. Beyond the sheer attractiveness of seeing her man chase after his passion, the extra training sessions had also given him quite the athletic body, which Daphne very much enjoyed admiring.

However, she could admire him later. Right now, there was only one thing on her mind.

“Am I too shy?” She asked Harry as soon as he neared her table.

“Hello to you too,” he chuckled as he leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss.

Daphne returned it happily, but once Harry sat down across from her, she repeated the question. “Am I too shy?”

“Nope,” Harry replied easily. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question,” Daphne frowned. “I’ve been trying to break out of my shell this year, but it hasn’t worked well.”

“You doubled your friend count this year,” Harry pointed out. “That’s progress. Plus, you don’t glare at people when they talk to you as much as you used to.”

“I don’t glare at them,” Daphne argued. “I just…”

“Stare coldly at them? Maybe squint a little or raise an eyebrow when you’re waiting for them to say something?”

Daphne’s cheeks pinkened. “Okay, I do that sometimes,” she conceded.

“Look, Daphne, people thought that you were Hogwarts’ resident Ice Queen for years because of how cold you seemed to them,” Harry said as he reached across the table to take her hand into his. “That’s going to influence how they act around you. You can’t really change that, but you can change how you act. You’ve been doing a good job of trying to be more open and sociable this year, but it’s still going to take time before it’s more natural.”

Daphne sighed. She knew it was the case, but she just wished that these sorts of things came more naturally to her.

“And for your information,” Harry continued. “If you want to be my shy little Ice Queen—” he smiled at her as she playfully kicked him under the table for him calling her that stupid nickname “—then I’d be over the moon with happiness just because you’re mine. If you want to try to break out of your shell more, then that’s great too. I’ll help you in any way I can and be there with you every step of the way to support you and show just how proud I am of you. I love you for you, Daphne, regardless if you’re shy or not.”

Her heart melted at his sweet words. He always seemed to know just the right things to say to help lift her spirits or put her in a better frame of mind to tackle anything that came her way. It was sweet, and it reinforced her belief that she’d made the right choice in becoming his girlfriend.

“I want to be more confident,” Daphne told him. “I just feel like nothing is working fast enough.”

“You could try running naked through the castle,” Harry joked. “You’d get confident pretty quick doing that.”

Daphne laughed along with him, but the idea kept replaying itself in her mind. Running naked in front of people would probably make her less self conscious and shy quickly, but she didn’t exactly want anyone besides Harry seeing her bits like that.

However, what if there was a way where she could be naked without anyone else seeing her like that? Running around the castle wouldn’t be practical, but if she wasn’t moving around much…

“We’re both still big enough to fit under your invisibility cloak, right?” Daphne asked him.

“I think so,” Harry confirmed with a quizzical look. “Why?”

“I think I have an idea,” Daphne smiled at him.

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“You’re sure they can’t see us?” Daphne asked as she ran her hand along the silky fabric in front of her face.

“If they could, don’t you think they’d say something about this?” Harry asked as he suddenly groped her large breasts.

Daphne let out a soft moan and then slammed her hands over her mouth when she remembered exactly where they were. “Harry!” She hissed.

“They can’t see us,” Harry told her, not stopping squeezing her breasts. Even through her robes, she could feel the comforting heat of his hands. “We’re perfectly safe here. They probably won’t even be able to hear you moan.”

It was true. The thrum of the music in the Slytherin Common Room was quite loud compared to normal, but this wasn’t exactly a normal party.

Given the fact that their N.E.W.T.s were coming up in a couple of months, all of the graduating Slytherins had decided to throw a massive party before they’d be stuck spending day and night studying. Anyone underage was relegated to their dorms for the night, leaving just the 7th and 8th year students to celebrate. Along with all of the Slytherins, there were a few Ravenclaws and a couple of Hufflepuffs in here too. Besides Harry though, there weren’t any Gryffindors.

Drinks and food had been spread out across several different tables, and a large space had been cleared for dancing in the middle of the room. Although it was still early into the night, quite a few people were already drunkenly dancing. Others chose to instead sit on the leather sofas and talk privately.

In fact, just a few metres away from Daphne and Harry were Tracey, Pansy, Draco, Theodore, and Blaise. They were all sat down on the sofas by the roaring fireplace, casually talking about whatever it was that they were going on about. Daphne hadn’t been able to keep up with the conversation over the sound of the music and her heart pounding in her chest.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to,” Harry reminded her. “We can stop at anytime if you get too uncomfortable or shy.”

“No,” Daphne shook her head. “Everything I’ve done to try to break out of my shell hasn’t worked. I need to start getting more extreme with my methods.”

“Getting fucked under my invisibility cloak in front of everyone isn’t a bad place to start,” Harry chuckled. “Just tell me when you’re ready to get started.”

It felt like they already had to be fair. Harry was still touching her breasts, and the fire between Daphne’s thighs was already raging. Her panties were soaked through from the half hour of waiting they’d done underneath the cloak for the party to get into the swing of things, and now that it was, she was more than ready to have Harry fuck her.

It’d been a month after they started dating that they’d first had sex. Daphne had been the one to initiate it, which was surprising given how shy she’d been around simpler things like kissing and holding his hand. Ever since then, both of them had been insatiable with their appetites for one another, but they only had sex in secret where they didn’t have a chance of being disturbed. This was the first time that they’d be close enough to anyone catching them, and it was a thrill like any other.

Daphne hoped her plan would work. Her idea that being at her most exposed in front of everyone helping her confidence wasn’t entirely without merit, but she had to admit that it was a long shot. It wouldn’t help with her conversational skills, but maybe it’d help her confidence out enough that she wouldn’t feel like such a fool anymore anytime she made a situation awkward by doing or saying the wrong thing.

“I’m ready,” Daphne whispered back to Harry.

“Alright,” he nodded, pulling her back tightly against his muscular frame. Daphne could feel his hardness pressing against her arse through their robes, and she was eager to feel it stretching her out. “I’m going to vanish our clothes now.”

Harry’s hands left her breasts as he took out his wand. Daphne sucked in a deep breath as she readied herself for what was to come.

A cool breeze washed across her as her clothes vanished off of her body, only to be instantly replaced by the warmth of Harry’s body against hers. He pushed his wand into the tight bun on her head. Her hair held it neatly in place, ensuring that they didn’t lose it.

When one of Harry’s hands went back to her breast, Daphne gasped at how good it felt. His finger circled her nipple while his palm lifted her breast slightly. Harry’s warm breath misted across her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you in front of everyone, and even if they can’t see you, you can see them,” he murmured sultrily. “I want you to look into their faces when I fuck you. I want your moans to mingle in with the music. I want us to get on the brink of being caught. And I want you to tell me everything that you want me to do to you.”

Daphne trembled against him, instinctively pushing her arse back against his cock. She’d gotten enough compliments on her butt from Harry over their time together that she knew he loved it when she rubbed against him like this.

“I want you to touch me,” Daphne told him. “Down there.”

“I’m going to need you to be more specific,” Harry murmured as his free hand trailed down her belly. It stopped at her right hip. “Here?”

“No,” Daphne bit her lip. “To the left.”

“Here?” He teased her again, letting his fingers drag across her skin so close to her pussy that she got a pleasant tingle throughout her core. His fingers settled against her left hip.

“Harry,” Daphne whined.

“You’re going to need to be more explicit with me, love,” Harry chuckled. “I am a bit dense after all.”

“No you’re not,” Daphne corrected him quickly before huffing. “I want your fingers to touch my pussy.”

“That was the least sexy way you could’ve said that,” Harry snorted. “But I suppose it’ll do… for now.”

Finally, his fingers moved to the spot Daphne wanted them at. His touch was electrifying, something that even she herself couldn’t replicate on those lonely nights alone in her dorm. His fingers just barely grazed across that tight bundle of nerves that made her knees go weak, but it was only the desire for more that kept her from crumpling down to the floor.

Harry was a considerate, tender lover who knew exactly what she wanted. He straddled a fine line between being too teasing and giving her exactly what she wanted. Oftentimes, his slow teasing brought her more pleasure than she would have gotten from a more direct approach, and she loved him for his resilience in doing so even in the face of her begging him to just shove his cock in her and fuck her silly.

He nibbled on her neck, interspersing it with lingering kisses that left her breathing uneven. “Let them hear your voice,” he murmured. “Don’t keep it hidden. You want to be confident, don’t you?”

She did. She so desperately did.

As Harry sank a couple of his fingers inside of her pussy, Daphne let her voice be heard. She moaned softly at first, but she let her voice grow as she grew more confident with it. The booming music drowned out her voice, but it didn’t necessarily feel that way to Daphne. It felt like she was shouting her pleasure to everyone within earshot, and they were all going on as if nothing was amiss. It was intoxicating and perfect, and Daphne continued to moan as Harry worked his magic on her.

His fingers curled inside of her, gently rubbing along her inner walls until he found the right spot that made her voice pitch up.

“There it is,” Harry chuckled. His voice was so manly in her ear that it only made Daphne wetter. “Now, be a good girl and thank me.”

“Thank you, Harry,” she said his name like a prayer. He rewarded her by repeating the motion as he kissed her neck. She knew it was going to leave a hickey, but it wasn’t the first time that she’d had to use magic and makeup to cover those up. Quite frankly, she didn’t even care. All that mattered was how much pleasure he was bringing her.

Daphne felt like putty in his hands. He kept pinching her nipples to bring about just the right amount of pain to make her pussy throb with need. He never went past that to the point where it was undesirable. It was just another way that he teased her, pushing right up to her limits and then holding there.

Harry pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy before swinging them back and forth, helping her to get ready for his girth. It had been uncomfortable to take a man of his size inside of her at first, but Harry was slow and caring, and Daphne quickly adapted and learnt to love it. Now, she couldn’t see herself with anyone else.

Harry’s soaked fingers pulled out of her and circled her clit again.

“Please touch me,” Daphne whimpered.

This time, Harry didn’t make her clarify. His fingers touched her clit directly, and Daphne felt like she was in heaven.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried out loudly.

Suddenly, Tracey coughed loudly. “Fuck, sorry,” she apologised to the group around her. “Do you guys want to go and dance?”

Everyone else quickly agreed, even Draco, who had his hand grabbed by Pansy. As they all got up and started towards the dance floor, Tracey lingered.

“I heard you then,” she said aloud. No one was close enough to Daphne or Harry for her to be speaking to anyone but them. “Be careful, or someone’s going to catch you two.”

“We will,” Harry said back to her. His voice was loud enough to cut through over the music, and Tracey nodded her head. Daphne would have replied in his stead, but she was too busy losing herself to the pleasure that Harry was bringing her.

Glancing over at the dance floor, Tracey pretended to drop something behind the sofa. She walked around it, right in front of Daphne and Harry.

Even though they were best friends, Daphne’s heart pounded seeing Tracey get so close to her. They’d seen each other naked in the showers of course, but never in times of pleasure like this. She was sure that Harry must have felt her heartbeat from the way his hand clamped down on her breast.

Tracey crouched down, acting like she was picking up whatever she dropped, and her face ended up only inches away from Daphne’s pussy. That was when Harry pulled back his hips and grabbed his cock. When he brushed the tip of his cock against her slippery lips, Daphne instinctively bent forward a bit.

Tracey smirked up at Daphne, almost looking her directly in the eyes. “I hope you two have fun. I’ll cover for you if you decide to come any closer to the party.”

“Thanks,” Harry replied, and then Tracey got up and left to go dance.

Daphne let out a shuddering breath. That had been so fucking exciting; she couldn’t believe that she’d never tried anything like this before.

“How do you want it?” Harry asked her as he continued to tease her pussy lips with his cock.

“Hard,” Daphne answered quickly. Her body couldn’t stand slow and tender tonight, not when her heart was racing like it was. She wanted him to take her completely, and maybe then when she was staring out at everyone with a lust-filled face would she finally be able to make a big stride in breaking her shyness.

There was nothing to brace herself against, so Daphne reached out behind her with her hands. Harry grabbed her by her wrists, ensuring that her body was as secure in place as it could be. And then, he speared into her.

A sudden gasp left Daphne’s lips as Harry’s cock filled up her tight pussy. The full impact of it was indescribable. She was stretched out in the most beautiful way, and the heat of his cock was only matched by the lustful fire that filled her entire body.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe fast enough as Harry started to move inside of her. She’d asked for rough, and he was delivering on that. His hips slammed forward, and her pussy sank down to the hilt. Nothing in the world could feel as good as this, and it made Daphne forget about all of her other cares and worries. All that mattered was how Harry felt inside of her.

Harry’s pace was firm and strong. He’d pull back until just the tip of his cock was inside of her and then slam forward, making her arse sting from the force of the blow. It was a pleasurable sort of pain though, and Daphne relished every second of it. There was something so exciting about giving Harry full control like this.

Harry’s pounding had his cock hitting the deepest point inside of her. His own muffled groans of pleasure were like music to Daphne’s ears as she squeezed her walls tightly around him.

At a certain point, Daphne realised that her voice was getting too loud. In the distance, a few curious stares were directed their way, but between the alcohol and the music, everyone seemed to dismiss it as nothing more than a figment of their imagination. It brought an intense thrill to Daphne to have so many eyes on her at once, even if they weren’t truly seeing her. Even more impressive was the fact that she didn’t shy away or hide her pleasure-filled face.

“Fuck, you’re really getting off on this aren’t you?” Harry groaned as he filled her up again. “Was this really to build up your confidence, or are you just more kinky than I realised?”

“Both,” Daphne answered, realising the truth of it now.

“Then let’s really make the most of it,” Harry replied as he let go of her wrists.

Daphne couldn’t help but stumble forward, and her body flooded with fear as she worried about slipping out from the privacy of the invisibility cloak. Luckily, Harry moved right with her, keeping his cock buried nice and deep inside of her. Her hips hit the sofa, and Harry gave a hard thrust into her pussy as he slammed into her.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured.

It wasn’t clear what he was doing until Daphne felt his hands grabbing the back of her knees. She yelped as Harry lifted her off of her feet, holding her up by her legs and keeping her balanced on his cock.

Her cheeks flushed instantly as she realised just what was happening. Harry was going to carry her around while bouncing her on his cock. She was so completely and fully exposed, if only anyone could see her.

“The cloak,” Daphne gasped as she glanced down. The hem was sitting a few centimetres above the floor. If someone were to get the right angle, they’d see just a pair of shoes walking along the floor.

“It’s fine,” Harry whispered into her ear. “It’s dark. No one will notice.”

Daphne wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but she couldn’t make herself care when Harry started to bounce her on top of him. He lifted her like it was nothing, which made Daphne even wetter than she already was. She leaned back against his chest and wrapped her arms back around his head for some type of support as he started to walk.

“Oh, Merlin,” Daphne moaned. The feeling of only Harry’s cock beneath her was simply incredible. He bounced her so easily on it as he walked towards the dance floor. Each time, he filled her up to the brim, making her feel like her entire body was going to split in half.

They stayed along the edges of the common room, skirting along the walls and occasionally dodging drunken, stumbling partiers. Daphne easily spotted Tracey on the edge of the dance floor, moving quite closely to Theodore. Harry moved towards her, placing themselves against the wall.

Daphne couldn’t believe that she was so exposed in front of her best friend and all of her classmates. Once Harry settled into a nice position, he was able to bounce Daphne on his cock far faster and more easily than before. The sounds of her wet pussy squelching around his cock were drowned out by the music, thankfully, but her moans were another story.

It only took a few seconds before Tracey’s ears perked up and took note of the sounds. Her eyes glanced back at Daphne and Harry’s position briefly before she decided to start grinding her arse against Theodore’s crotch. The man was quite eager to continue this turn of events, and Tracey let out several exaggerated moans that helped to muffle Daphne’s voice.

“Is this making you more confident yet?” Harry asked huskily as she rebounded off of his cock.

“Yes,” Daphne hissed. Her pussy was throbbing around Harry’s cock in the most delightful way. It highlighted just how thick his cock was and how good it felt stretching her out.

Daphne felt the gazes of countless people pass over her again and again, and she started to truly feel confident in herself. She didn’t care what any of them thought of her, and that lack of care helped to undo whatever shyness she felt at being so exposed. She didn’t know if this would carry over to tomorrow, but she hoped it did.

Soon, Daphne felt herself beginning to become undone. Between the excitement of fucking in front of people and the sheer manliness of Harry bouncing her on his cock, it was impossible for Daphne’s arousal to be anything but at its peak. Her moans continued to grow louder, and Tracey compensated by getting louder as well.

“I’m—” Daphne couldn’t even finish the sentence before release overwhelmed her. Her climax started as an explosion in her pussy that rippled throughout her body and left her gasping for air. There was nothing greater than finishing with Harry inside of her, but this was a new height that she’d never reached before.

Harry bit her shoulder to muffle his voice as he came inside of her. Daphne moaned at the sensation of his hot cum filling her up and leaving her with a warm satisfaction that simply couldn’t be beat. He let her fall all the way down onto his cock and held her for as long as he could before his arms gave out. Daphne was ready for it and landed on steady feet, and Harry quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and clung to her as he fired the last few drops of cum into her pussy.

When Daphne regained awareness of her surroundings, she saw Theodore’s wide eyes staring right at her and Harry. For a second, she worried that they were uncovered, but that silky material of the invisibility cloak was still in front of them.

Tracey noticed quickly when Theodore stopped grinding against her. She spun around and put her face close to his, distracting him momentarily.

“We should go,” Daphne whispered back to Harry.

He grunted out an agreement and pulled his hips back. As his cock left her, his cum dripped out of her pussy and down her bare thighs. It felt good having him mark her skin like that, even if she knew she’d have to spend time cleaning it up later.

As they carefully navigated their way to safety, Daphne had a big grin come across her lips.

Tomorrow was a new day, and she was sure that her confidence would finally see the gains that she’d been looking for.

And if it didn’t, she and Harry would have to just try again.