The Politics of Pleasure Ch 1

Hermione stared at the entrance to the common room. She had sat there in silence and darkness and watched as it opened and closed for no one. She sighed thinking about Harry’s recent activities. He had been sneaking out nearly every night under the cover of his cloak. She sighed before conjuring a little light so she could see and thumb through her journal. She noted his tired appearance on the 10th but had pushed it aside as just a case of sleeplessness the night before. However, the tired appearance hadn’t disappeared from her friend; and he got defensive when he discussed it.

In the days that followed she discovered that Harry would always exit the common room sometime around 11pm, sneaking out and staying for at least a couple of hours if not longer. Most nights he wouldn’t return before she herself went to bed just after 12:30.

Hermione’s eyes flickered to her bag where she stared at one title in particular: The Prestigious History of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She had thought about reading that book tonight but her attention remained on the journal. She frowned in thinking about the palpable excitement that seemed to just exist throughout the castle; perhaps tempered by the loss of quidditch yet present nonetheless. Hermione was glad that Harry had confided that he didn’t wish to participate in the tournament but he still was worried. It had taken a few days longer but Harry finally snapped that he thought he would be dragged in regardless of his personal wishes.

She had thought that foolish but Harry’s continued worry weighed on her. There was a professionalism to the nervousness that Harry exhibited. She only saw it in her father when he was dealing issues from his former comrades. Her father always had this look in his eyes, something that wouldn’t go away until the situation was resolved. Harry’s eyes echoed the worry that she saw in her father; worry and nerves combined with a sense of duty. Only she couldn’t figure out what could’ve instilled the sense of duty within Harry.

Ron thought that the incident at the World Cup had rattled their friend. Harry had sort of disappeared in the weeks after the event. Hedwig had only delivered one letter to her, though the owl always seemed to show up when Hermione wanted to write one of her own. Hedwig always stayed the night enjoying the attention from Hermione, despite a strange wariness around the Weasley’s. The single letter Hermione had got said that Harry was fine but there were some family issues that needed to be taken care of before the return to Hogwarts.

She had been curious and had asked Professor Dumbledore about what Harry might be doing and Dumbledore had responded that the Dursley’s had some issues that Harry needed to work out. But that didn’t seem right to her; Harry never spoke about the Dursley’s, so why would he be needed for something family related now? She had brought it up to her parents the last time and her dad said that Dumbledore was probably just in the dark as she was.

Her eyes scanned the journal entries where she recorded Harry’s nervous actions. Her eyes flickered over all of the various recorded actions. Something tickled the back of her mind, as if her magic was reacting to something she hadn’t yet realized. She turned the pages sinking into the memories that sprung from each page. Her hand trailed down the page, words skimming past her eyes when she hesitated for a moment.

He rubbed his ring finger with his thumb.

Such a simple sentence, recorded with the other mannerisms but it triggered a memory of her father. Her mother had been in a rough accident and they were waiting for news about the surgery that she had undergone. It was one of the first times that she remembered her father expressing serious worry and nerves. She remembered how he would toy with his marriage band, taking it off and putting it on. It didn’t matter if he was sitting there silently or talking to someone else, he never left the marriage band settle. His thumb was always rubbing against it. But Harry wasn’t wearing a ring.

Her eyes widened as she thought of a possibility. Her journal discarded for the moment she pulled out another notebook and flipped through the pages until she got to the section about the magical houses and lordships. Neville had shown her his Heir Ring, before causing it to turn invisible. Any Heir or Head of House had complete control over who was able to see the ring.

Harry had claimed the Potter heirship. No. She corrected, he had just reached the age of magical majority.

“Harry’s Lord Potter.” She whispered.

Her eyes turned back entrance as she realized the source of his nerves. The Tournament was for of age magicals, of which he was now a part of. Her eyes flickered back to the book on the Tournament, it was now even more paramount that she understood the workings of the tournament.

Harry made his way through the corridors, avoiding the prefect patrols that were roaming through the castle. The ring still chafed his finger and he felt the weight settle into his stomach as he worried about the meanings behind wearing both of the rings. He started to shake his head but stopped as he heard a footstep at the end of the hall. Biting back a curse he checked the map and realized that one of the prefect pairs had found some sort of passageway that wasn’t explicitly depicted by the map itself.

He ducked into a near alcove and stood stock still as the pair of prefects walked by discussing a class that the two of them shared. Harry watched the map and watched them continue down another corridor before making his own trek to another abandoned classroom. One last look at the map revealed only one other occupant. Of course she would beat him there, she seemed to have a better grasp on the pulse of the castle even when he had the cheats available.

“Took you long enough Potter.” She snipped as Harry removed the cloak

“Hermione has been staying up in the common room.” He answered

Her eyebrows shot upward, “Keeping secrets from Granger.”

Harry snorted, “If I am it won’t be for long. She’s watching me and I’ve never been able to hide stuff from her for long.”

Harry waved his hand as he ended and transformed one of the desks into a comfortable couch. He missed the widening eyes of his companion as he turned and offered her a seat. She hesitated for a moment at the display of power, consciously aware of the display even if Harry wasn’t. He looked at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and holding out his hand. Even though it was only a few feet she smiled as she took it and let herself be led to the couch. She was conscious that in letting him do this he was getting a peek at her cleavage but such things as they were couldn’t be helped. He sat down next to her and she grabbed one of his hands. His lack of reaction to that little gesture only spoke of the heaviness that weighed on his mind.

“I need you to agree.”

“Harry…” She started.

“Daphne please.” Harry interrupted, “Just please agree.”

Daphne’s nostrils flared, the only indication that she was somewhat angry with him, “I’ve told you no. I have told you what I would agree to.”

Harry’s shoulders slumped. His voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t do that.”

Daphne’s smile turned sad, “Then we are at an impasse until something changes.”

Harry snorted, “You mean until I change.”

Daphne tilted her head in acknowledgement before leaning into him. She let go of his hand as he wrapped his arms around her and they snuggled on the couch for a bit. She basked in the Harry’s presence, something she had missed over the summer months. She didn’t think he realized the aura he projected, and the way magic seemed to flow and react to him. It was something that she hadn’t really noticed until second year when Granger had been petrified. Magic coiled around him, waiting to lash out. She had noticed that the students who had a greater sense of ambient magic had avoided Harry, even if they were several years older. Harry never relaxed and his magic never really lost that wariness even in the intervening years.

She felt it even now admit the warmth and welcome that always surrounded him when he was with her. She still wasn’t sure if Harry really understood the presence he manifested around people and she wasn’t in a position to ask those that were around him so often. She released a breath trying to force Harry’s request from her mind and realized that last time they hadn’t talked about literally anything else, the argument taking the entirety of their attention.

“What did you need to talk about?” She asked, bringing his eyes back to hers.

Harry huffed and ran his hand through his hair, “This tournament. I don’t like it.”

Daphne leaned further into him, “Then don’t enter.”

There was a short laugh from Harry, “Since when do I get a choice in what happens to me.”

“Fair enough.”

“Besides, I’m now of age within magical Britain.”

“Did you take the steps we discussed.” She continued at his grunt, taking it as a yes, “Then you should have access to your family’s accounts.”

Harry’s eyebrows shot up, “Yeah I’ve looked at them.”

Daphne smiled before continuing, “Don’t tell me how much but does the Potter family still have a stake in the Prophet.” Harry nodded, “Was there a rank next to the holdings?” Harry nodded again, “Then your stake is not insignificant. As Heir Potter you can contact your family lawyer and have them send a letter on your behalf. If the Prophet doesn’t publish the letter then you cash out your shares.”

“Why would I give the Prophet more incentive to bash me around.”

Daphne shook her head, “A ranked investor of any large company pulling out means that the company has done something that is not in the best interest of the family. Yes someone will fill but all the other families will take notice and reevaluate their own position. It would be political suicide and the Managers know this.”

“Aren’t the ranks hidden from general public?” Harry asked.

Daphne shrugged, “Officially. But by law any company that has a ranked investor pull out must make a notice to the Ministry for tax purposes, and information like that leaks by word of mouth extremely quickly, and papers will always print rumors of the like.”

They sat in silence and Daphne could tell he was mulling it over, “If you are that concerned about it then put a notice out but make sure there are detailed consequences for not printing it word for word. The loss of a ranked investor would be too much for the paper. Despite Malfoy’s insistence on his family controlling it.”

Daphne had muttered the last little bit but it had caused Harry to force his mouth not to speak. He hadn’t corrected her about the Heirship for the Potter family and he definitely couldn’t speak about the Black Family but that had led credence to Sirius’ thoughts on the matter. The Malfoy’s weren’t the top investor in the Prophet, that was the Blacks. Sirius had feared that Lucius was poisoning the well so to speak with words that Draco would inherit the Black family and had encouraged Harry to take the inheritance test since he was technically closer to the line of succession via the family’s own laws.

Harry had done so and inadvertently become the Heir of the Black Family. Upon learning of this Sirius had done his own digging around the family and realized that he was actually still the Lord Presumptive. That had caused quite the stir from Sirius and been the unknown boon.

“You’re brooding again.” Daphne interrupted his thoughts.

“I’m just thinking.”

“Nope.” Daphne countered, “You’re brooding and if this is all I’m going to get then I should just go back to my common room.”

“And miss out what you came for.”

She narrowed her eyes even though he couldn’t see them, “And what did I come here for then Potter?”

“Sex.” He answered simply.

Daphne moved away so she could glare at him more effectively, “And why do you say I came her for sex.”

“Well you aren’t wearing a bra.” Harry started to answer

“I most certainly am.” She interrupted

Harry’s smirk sent a moment of indignation through her body but she glanced down before sending another glare at Harry. Somehow during their snuggling he had unbuttoned her blouse and vanished her bra without her noticing. Her boobs swung unhindered as her blouse had completely opened up with her earlier movement. One of his hands came up and tweaked a nipple causing her to narrow her eyes.

“I like that bra.” She hissed

Harry laughed before leaning forward to kiss her, though she didn’t respond, “I’ll pay for you to buy several more to replace that one.”

Daphne crossed her arms but it just pushed her breasts out, further enticing Harry. She tried to keep a visage of anger but that all died when his hand slipped under her skirt and found her panties soaked. His smirk only widened as he rubbed her clit through the wet fabric.

“I hate that smirk.” Daphne grumbled. Harry laughed as she leant forward and initiated a kiss between them. Her hands came up to his face as she pulled away, “For the record, I did not come here for sex.”

Harry’s smirk didn’t go away, “Noted.”

The two met in another kiss as Harry slipped his hand under her panties and started playing with her pussy. His finger slipped in easily and started pumping into her. She moaned into the kiss before pushing Harry into the couch. His hand had slipped out of her as he stared at the blonde women next to him. Daphne gave a sultry smile as she straddled Harry and trailed her hands down his body. Harry’s eyes lustfully trailed her body soaking in every bit of her. Her hands reached his pants and she undid them, letting his cock spring free. Both her hands wrapped around and started to pump it lightly.

“Is this what you wanted Potter? My body pleasing yours?” She asked, “Or me on my knees letting you fuck my face?”

His hand came up to grab at a tit. She slapped it away before he could touch her. His eyebrows shot up and she met his questioning gaze with a challenge of her own.

“I forgot how much you love to tease you minx.” Harry gasped.

Daphne smiled as moved her face close to Harry, giving him a light kiss before taking his bottom lip between her teeth. She pulled away just enough to let go of his lip but remained close.

“Then why do you love it so much?” Daphne smiled as she closed the gap for another kiss. This time she did let Harry’s hands come up and squeeze her tits. She moaned into the kiss as he tweaked a nipple between his fingers. Harry broke the kiss and bent down to start sucking on one. Nipping and biting at the flesh she couldn’t hold back the gasps and moans. Her hands threaded through his messy hair as she started to grind and hump against him.

He gripped her ass and pulled her close as he feasted on her tits. She loved when he got like this and just enjoying her body. She closed her eyes as she felt his magic warm the room and envelop the two of them. Harry’s own enjoyment blaring to all of her senses. Harry pulled away from her tits and she let out a whine and pulled his head back in. She heard him laugh against her chest and felt him plant some gentle kisses on her skin.

He pulled away and his hands held her hips still, “You’re such an addict, always wanting pleasure.” Daphne felt her face burn with a blush, “Shall we forgo your rules?”

Daphne huffed and pushed on his shoulders, “Watch it, I can still walk out of here.”

“Could you?” Harry challenged.

Daphne met his gaze but knew he saw the truth. She wouldn’t walk out tonight. She couldn’t. She was an addict and had gone several months without. She reached down to grab his cock, she wanted to try something. Moving her panties away she fed his cock through so it was rubbing against her pussy, trapped by her panties. She moved her hips to test and readjusted before starting to grind and hump against him.

Harry’s sent a questioning gaze as he looked down to what she had done, “This doesn’t break the rules?”

“We’re not having sex.” Daphne huffed as she started to get into a rhythm. “Afraid you can’t keep your word.”

Harry reacted by thrusting his hips up causing his cock to rub against her clit. A shot of pleasure wracked her body and sent a tremor throughout her frame. Daphne stopped moving as she let the pleasure run through her.

“Are you?” Harry teased.

Daphne sent a small glare before starting to move again. She grabbed his head and forced it into her chest where she felt him laugh before starting to nip and suck at her tits again. She was already close and they both knew it. Harry was right, she was an addict. Her moans grew louder as she got closer. Her rhythm grew chaotic as she tried to get his cock against her clit.

Daphne yelped in surprise as Harry flipped them around. She was laying on her back as he thrust against her. His hands on her hips holding her as still as he could.

“It would be so easy.” He whispered, “You’re gushing. I could just slip in.”

“Please!” Daphne moaned in response.

“My cock filling this pretty little pussy. Wouldn’t that be perfect for my little addict.”

“Fuck!” Daphne screamed as she orgasmed. Her whole body started spasming as the orgasm wracked through her. Harry didn’t stop his thrusting prolonging her pleasure. He sped up causing another orgasm to trigger almost immediately afterward. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop but she could only let out a silent scream as her body jolted with the high of pleasure. Harry gave her a few final thrusts before his own orgasm him. Several ropes of cum covered her body from her stomach all they way to her neck. Harry bent down and kissed her even as the spasms continued. Harry pulled away as her high started to end and she was able to look down and see how much cum covered her body. She sent him a questioning look and he only shrugged before leaning over and kissing her again.

They both cleaned up and Harry pulled her underneath his invisibility cloak. He led her through the castle avoiding any of the ghosts that still wandered the halls at night. They had one last parting kiss before she stepped through the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Luckily no one was in there so she was able to get back to her room without being seen. As the door to her room closed she leaned against it and closed her eyes. The time with Harry had been as much fun as it always was. Though it came with that small stab of need after every session.

“Fuck.” She whispered, “I am an addict.”