The Web of Power

The season was changing. Leaves covered the grassy grounds and the pathways of the park. One would expect it to get better but the advent of cold forced most of the residents of England inside. Only a few cars drove down the streets, and the shops remained mostly empty.

James Potter sat with his wife under a large oak tree in the garden of their cottage, the yellowed leaves forming a comfortable cushion under them. His wife held their only son in her arms, touching his nose gently as she smiled. Right in front of them sat their best friends whom they trusted beyond all others.

"You really think it's okay for us to be here, James?" Remus asked, his countenance as grave as it usually was nowadays.

James sighed.

"It's already worked wonders on him," he replied, smiling as he gazed at Harry. His three best friends looked over with smiles.

"Truly fucked up, isn't this? A normal visit to our friends is risky now," Sirius muttered. "Ow!"

Lily Potter put her wand away, giving the man a disapproving look.

"No cursing in front of the baby," she chided.

"C'mon, Lils! It ain't as if he understands!" Sirius complained.

"No cursing," Lily repeated, a pointed look plastered on her face. Sirius groaned in exasperation.

"Fine," he muttered.

"What's the matter, Wormtail? You look tense," James remarked, staring at the mousy-faced boy. Somehow, Peter's true self resembled his animagus form the most, which his friends loved to tease him about.

The man looked up, shaking slightly.

"No need to be scared, Wormy," Sirius grinned. "No big bad death eater will touch you with us here."

Wormtail managed a shaky grin.

"It ain't that," he replied. "It's just…"

They frowned as he trailed off.

"Something you wanna tell us, pal?"

There was a small pause as Wormtail pondered upon what to say. Eventually, the man opted to stay silent.

Sirius, ever the joker, didn't waste a moment in poking fun at the youngest of the lot, something Remus had to intervene in, just as he was used to.

"Enough of this idiocy," Lily interjected. "There's something we need to talk to you about."

Everyone turned to the redhead, their grins vanishing at the somber expression on her face.

"What is it, Lily?" Remus asked, leaning forward slightly. His other two friends mirrored his movement.

She glanced toward her husband who nodded.

"This war is going to worsen," she began. "We all know that. And given how Dumbledore told us that You-know-who is actively hunting us, we've been stuck here for Merlin knows how long."

"The Order is doing the best we can, Lily," Remus sighed.

"Is it enough?" She asked curtly.

Remus remained silent.

"As expected," she muttered. "You know as well as anyone how vast his army his, Remus. We've already lost. It's simply not official yet."

"As long as Dumbledore—"

"Dumbledore isn't a god, Moony," James cut him off. "He's but a man. The way things are going, I'll give it until the end of the year. Our time is not for long, pal."

"What are you saying exactly, Prongs?" Sirius asked gravely.

"We're going under the Fidelius tomorrow," James replied, making their eyes widen. "And Sirius, we want you to be our secret keeper."

"It's not as if we trust you two any less," Lily remarked, her eyes darting from Peter to Remus. "But out of you three, Sirius will be the most safe thanks to the wards he's been living behind."

"We understand, Lily," Remus smiled. Peter nodded in agreement.

"Padfoot," James said gravely. "We need you to promise us something."

Wide-eyed, Sirius nodded.

"Anything."

James smiled.

"If something happens to us, please take care of Harry. Tell us everything about us, the Potters, our history, basically all of it. Raise him as your son."

Eyes widened around the tree as all three stared at their only married friend.

"You're his godfather, Sirius," Lily remarked. "And we want you to fulfil those duties if something happens to us."

Sirius Black stared at his best friend and brother in all but blood. Once a cheerful young lad, he had changed dramatically in the past few years. His parents had died, dealing a huge blow to him, and the fact that he was now responsible for the lives of two people whom he loved more than anything else in the world weighed heavily on him. It was blatant to see just how much pressure James was under.

"You think something's gonna happen to you?" Sirius asked, his voice shaking as he glared at James who simply smiled sadly.

"I do," he replied.

"Bullshit!"

"I said no cursing!" Lily hissed. Sirius grimaced as he looked down at Harry who was staring back at him with innocent emerald eyes blinking.

"Nothing's happening to any of you," Sirius proclaimed. "You hear me? Nothing!"

"You're a seer now, hmm?" James asked with slight mirth. All his mirth evaporated in no time. "How many of our friends have died in this war, Padfoot? How many have fallen to that bastard and his mad group of thugs? See it for what it is. We're not safe, and I'd rather be prepared for anything than be taken unaware."

"No matter what happens, Sirius, Harry has to live," Lily said gravely. She glanced down at her son with loving eyes, her eyes filling with tears. She looked up at a wide-eyed Sirius and smiled. "Promise us. Promise you'll fulfill your duty."

Sirius stared for a long while until he eventually agreed.

"I will. I promise I'll protect Harry, even if it costs me my life," Sirius vowed.

Emerald eyes blinked open slowly and Harry Potter simply lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling above him.

The ritual had unearthed every memory in his psyche, no matter how old. He remembered everything from the moment his consciousness developed. This most recent memory had been a day before his parents and he had gone under the Fidelius.

Harry could vividly recall what had followed next.

Peter had proposed the idea that someone other than Sirius should be the secret keeper since everyone would suspect him, putting him in much more danger and hampering his aid to the war effort. He had a good point and a small discussion had ensued. They soon reached the consensus that Sirius' help with his wand was more important and that one of Peter or Remus could be their secret keeper.

Harry cursed Sirius in his mind who proposed for Wormtail to be the secret keeper since out of anyone, he was the least likely to be chosen. Remus agreed, and so did Wormtail, that fucking rat.

What followed next changed their lives forever.

Two days before the fated Halloween night, they received news that Remus had been killed in a werewolf attack. Harry had the memories of his parents' sorrow, something that exacerbated the depressing atmosphere of their cottage in Godric's Hollow.

Halloween night came, and all Harry could do was recall the memories of his parents sacrificing themselves for him. He vividly remembered the glowing crimson orbs under that black hood that gleamed with malevolence. He remembered the flash of green that followed the killing curse, and he remembered the sight of Voldemort's body getting destroyed in the aftermath. His mother had indeed sacrificed herself for him.

He recalled with disdain how Wormtail had stumbled into the blown-apart room, his eyes wide in fear as he stared at the sight of his fallen master's robes. Hearing someone approaching, the rat quickly snatched his master's wand and transformed, fucking off.

What happened next though shocked Harry beyond all belief.

In a weird and twisted sort of way, Severus Snape stumbled into the room and stared shellshocked at the dead body of his mother. The man gasped, his breathing labored, as he fell to his knees, his entire body shaking. For fifteen minutes, the man did nothing but sit there on his knees, shaking and crying, until he wiped his eyes and leaned forward.

Harry did not know what was up here, but he wished he could somehow interact with this memory and curse this bastard to the heavens when he saw him staring at his mother.

Suddenly though, Snape shot to his feet and flew out of the destroyed room with black smoke billowing behind him. The reason became apparent soon as Sirius stumbled, tear-stricken and fear etched on his face. His godfather choked on a sob at the sight of his mother until a small cry forced him to look up.

"Harry!" Sirius cried out, dashing forward and picking him up. The little boy was sobbing uncontrollably now, his arms outstretched in the direction of his fallen mother as he yearned for her touch.

Sirius' heart broke at the sight and he tried with all his might to console him.

Gently rocking the boy to calm him, Sirius pondered on his next steps.

"Wormtail, you fucking rat," he hissed. As he turned around, his eyes fell on Lily's dead body once again and he forced himself to look away. Blinking back tears, he glared and darted out of the room. He pointedly averted his eyes from his best friend's dead body and arrived in the living room.

Harry remembered how Hagrid arrived on Dumbledore's orders. Apparently, the headmaster had gotten information on the attack and had dispatched Hagrid at a moment's notice. Harry did not know how Dumbledore knew though.

An argument ensued between the two. Sirius was adamant that he would not leave his godson while Hagrid tried to make him see the reason that Harry needed to be examined for any dark magic exposure and that Hogwarts was where he should be right now.

Sirius, enveloped in grief over the deaths of his friends and the betrayal of another, eventually agreed and handed Harry over to the big man, but not before extracting the promise that Hagrid would protect Harry with all his might.

That was the last memory Harry had of Sirius, at least until he met him during his third year.

His godfather had promised his father that he would protect his son, even at the cost of his life, and Harry had to scoff at the unfairness of it all. His life had been what had saved him in that dementor attack.

Sighing, Harry got up and started getting ready for the day. He had a deadly tournament to prepare for, and even if he had the advantage that his rituals provided, he knew it was going to be challenging.

-Break-

"I've got some news for ya," Daphne remarked from her spot at the desk.

Harry looked up from the tome he was reading. It was another one from the restricted section that dealt with certain undesirable spells that Dumbledore would give him numerous disapproving looks for if he discovered he was dabbling in them. He was not an idiot to get it checked out of the library via Madam Pince, knowing she must report to the old man about the students' particular tastes in spellwork. His Invisibility Cloak came in handy in times like this.

He had already been at it since he'd gotten it back in his first year. Hermione might have suggested for them to scour the library for any knowledge on Nicholas Flamel and he might have been caught the first time he'd infiltrated the library under his cloak, but the idea had taken root in his mind. Fast forward a few more years and Harry was now a frequent intruder in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library, hungry for every piece of magic that added the slightest bit of edge to his ever-growing arsenal.

Harry glimpsed Daphne still staring at the tome she was reading. As expected, it was the one he had taken out for her. He still did not know what she wanted with such a tome but he did not ask her. The previous incident was still fresh in his mind and he did not want to overstep his boundaries yet again.

Harry forcefully pushed the memory of their previous encounter out of his mind lest he aggravate his already intensifying libido once again. He did not want a repeat. He might have better control over his sexual instincts now but it was by no means easy. He was still feeling the strain from having refrained from satiating himself and he knew he needed a proper release. There was only so much he could achieve from jerking off to relieve himself before going to bed.

It was taxing on both his nerves and his body, and he did not know how long he could go without some female company.

"You listening?" She intoned, looking up this time, and Harry forced himself to meet her eyes.

"Y-yeah. What is it?"

"Malfoy's planning something. I don't know what, but knowing that prat, it can't be anything good."

Harry could not help but let out a chuckle.

"Thanks, but I don't think I need to worry about any childish tantrum daddy's boy will be throwing. In all honesty, it ain't that surprising either."

"He might be a moron, but you'd do well not to underestimate him," Daphne warned. "An idiot is a more dangerous enemy than a malicious one, and this one has hatred for you as well."

"Look at you, trying your hand at being a philosopher now, Daphne?"

"Just being honest, Potter."

"Don't you think we've become acquainted well enough now to do away with all that surname business?" He jested, feeling oddly comfortable now.

Daphne remained silent for a little while and Harry kept staring at her with mirth shining in his eyes. He did not know what she was thinking but he was at ease. He had no idea what caused this sudden shift in his demeanor but he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Anything to take off this strain he'd put on himself through his stupidity.

"Fine," she finally sighed. "I'm telling you though, you'd be an idiot to dismiss an idiot like him."

"Alright, can you find out what he's up to then?"

"Knowing him, it's going to be something childish."

"Something that in his infinite wisdom, he feels would humiliate me. Would be a good chance to assert my dominance, as some would like to say," Harry smirked.

"You boys and your wish to always prove you've got the biggest cock," she muttered.

"Oh wow, didn't know you were this crass, Daph," Harry teased.

"Call me that again and you'll be walking around without a cock instead," she warned. Harry raised his hands in mock surrender, an unapologetic grin plastered on his face.

-Break-

"Mind if I ask something, Potter?" Daphne asked in a tentative voice. Almost an hour had passed since they'd last talked and it was almost time for dinner. Harry was surprised to notice that so much time had passed so quickly. It felt as if it had only been a few minutes when they'd had their little banter.

"Go on," he replied, his eyes leafing through the paragraphs and the runes aiding him to inscribe everything to his memory with ease previously unfathomable to him.

"I wanted to ask about this ritual you did," she intoned softly. Harry's head jerked slightly and he glanced up, finding her staring at him intensely.

"What about it?" He asked, slightly on edge. He did not want to tell her anything more than he was comfortable with. She already knew more than he'd have told her in normal circumstances.

Daphne sighed.

"These hormonal changes you told me about… found any way to control them?"

Harry grimaced slightly. He had not. He expressed as much to her.

"I don't want to go into details, but it is a bit straining. The Occlumency helps a lot but it can only do so much."

Daphne nodded.

"And it gets worse when I'm here?"

"Not only you," he chuckled. "If you haven't noticed, there's no lack of pretty girls in the castle, especially now that we have two more schools here. Why're you asking all this, by the way?"

"I might've stumbled onto something you might want to take a look into," she replied, her cheeks a bit rosy as she levitated the tome over. Harry snatched it out of the air and looked at the page open in front of him.

His eyes widened as he read, and he could not help but flush slightly. Truth be told, he instinctively knew it would be something like this, but this seemed to confirm his hypothesis.

Several rituals have hidden meanings. The most commonly used ritual is to enhance one's attributes, which inherently comes with the risk of aggravating hormonal imbalances, leading to increased anger, cheeriness, and in certain cases, one's libido. Most of these abnormalities have been observed in teenagers who subject themselves to such rituals owing to their magic still in the developmental phase.

However, there exist ways to counterbalance there adversities. Inflicting pain counterbalances cheeriness while practicing mind control exercises and exposure to calming stimuli is the most recommended way to counter rage. Sexual arousal though can be controlled by continuous relief. Although self-pleasure is often the most widely practiced option, there is nothing better than engaging in coitus and reaching the state of nirvana.

Harry shut the tome firmly and stared hard at the cover, his mind running a thousand paces a minute. He knew. Somehow, he knew he needed proper relief. He had been jerking off whenever he could and although it helped, it was nowhere near what he would've desired.

If his instincts and what this tome prescribed were both true, then he needed sex, and frequently.

The hormonal part of his self was thrilled at the prospect but the rational mind he had at his disposal recognized the challenge. He did not want a girlfriend. He did not have the emotional stability right now to handle one. And that meant fucking around.

Meanwhile, Daphne stared at him and saw him panicking. A sly expression grew on her face as she spoke, "Well, looks like you know what to do now. Lucky you, I guess, eh?"

"Not the time," Harry muttered. "I need to be fucking around to function as a regular person. How is that lucky?"

"Merlin, Potter, you're probably the first guy I've met who finds the idea of sleeping around repulsive."

"Not repulsive," he replied. "Just… challenging. I don't see too many girls lining up to become my fuckbuddies. In fact, I don't see anyone at all."

Daphne stared at him incredulously.

"You're… joking, right?"

"Do I look like I am?"

Daphne shook her head in exasperation.

"You truly don't look around much, do you?"

Harry glanced up to find her staring at him in disbelief.

"Honestly, have you seen the girls around you, Potter?"

Harry chuckled mirthlessly.

"Seen enough and heard enough. Cheating scumbag, gloryhunter, attention-seeker. Those are the tamest of terms I've heard them speak about me."

"And? You think that's all? That those twenty or so girls make up the entire bunch? Don't be daft, Potter. A huge chunk of those girls grew up on the stories of the great Harry Potter, the slayer of dragons – which you might soon even become. Don't think you'd find it hard to charm some."

"And then what? Deceive them into sleeping with me to fulfil my selfish… needs?" He finished awkwardly.

"Why do you need to deceive anyone?" Daphne asked in slight confusion. "Those bints let themselves become that way, believing those childish tales were true and letting themselves be airheads. Granted they might no longer believe them to be true but they sure do idolize you. I'd know, I've heard a fair share of gossiping over the years."

Harry stared back awkwardly. He did not feel comfortable with the prospect of Daphne trying to push him toward becoming nothing more than a fuckboy, someone who'd sleep around and treat sex as nothing more than a way to relieve himself.

'Is there another option though?' he thought, sighing.

"If I do go through with this, and that's a big if, how do I even go about it? I've…"

Harry trailed off, not sure how to admit he'd never even kissed a girl, let alone gotten intimate with.

Fortunately, Daphne easily understood what he wanted to say as she held her hand up.

"You don't need to be embarrassed about it or anything. Almost everyone up to their OWL years is one," she replied.

"Even you?" Harry asked louder than intended. Daphne glared at him.

"You sure do lack tact, don't you?" She sneered before averting her eyes, a hint of pink dusting her cheeks. "Y-yeah. Even I. Happy now?"

For some reason, it made him oddly happy.

"Back to what I was saying before you decided to put your foot in your mouth," she continued. "I might be able to help you out."

"Come again?" Harry said, shocked, as he stared at her.

Daphne, quickly realizing the error, hastened to correct herself.

"No! No, I'm not going to help you with it. Merlin!" She breathed, her face flushed brilliantly. "No. I might know of a way that you could be of use to you."

Harry listened attentively.

"Right now, I can easily see your problem. If you're being controlled by your hormones, you can't take charge," she said, and Harry had an odd contradictory feeling. For someone inexperienced, she sure was taking charge here.

Daphne continued, unaware of his inner thoughts, "What you need is someone to show you the ropes, so you know how things work."

"I do know how everything works," he retorted, more than a little insulted.

"From your porn and what you've heard around, I'm sure," she waved her hand dismissively before she smirked. "That's not what I'm talking about. What you need is a little experience, and I know someone who'd be eager to give it to you. After all, you're one hell of a catch."

Harry could do nothing but stare back at the blonde, wondering where Daphne Greengrass had gone and just who this person was.

There was only one thought prevailing in his mind.

'Did she just admit she considered me one hell of a catch!?'

-Break-

"Why are we here?" Harry asked. They were currently in an empty corridor where he knew the prefects' bathroom was, having seen it on the Marauders' Map numerous times. Suddenly, he recalled a certain name he'd seen there multiple times at this hour and his eyes widened.

'Surely not,' he thought with increasing excitement. He could feel his blood getting hotter as the runes prickled in anticipation and his magic sang in tandem with what it believed was going to happen.

"For your lesson, after which you better hope you've lost your hesitation and everything, for your sake, of course," she replied from under his Invisibility Cloak. "Pine Fresh."

The door to the bathroom slid open and Harry stared inside, seeing nothing but running water and massive bubbles covering the large pool.

"Have fun, Potter," Daphne's teasing voice came from behind him as he felt a hand push him forward. "Nice cloak you have here, by the way. I'll return it to you tomorrow. Go on now, let that boy die and the man be born. Merlin, I always wanted to say that," she giggled and as Harry stepped inside, the giggle was cut off as the door shut behind him.

Gingerly, Harry walked inside and looked around. He could see no one and he could hear nothing apart from the flow of water as it filled the pool up.

"You're not going to just stand there, are you?" A mirthful female voice came from near the water inlets and as Harry looked closely, he could make out a humanoid shape behind the mountain of bubbles. "Strip and join me, Potter. Or should I call you Harry instead?"

Harry closed his eyes and employing the full might of his Occlumency to stave off his nerves, replied in as clear a voice as he muster, "Harry's fine."

"Nice. Come join me quickly then."

His fingers still shook slightly as Harry pulled his clothes off his frame, and within a minute, he had stripped entirely bare. He stepped down the small set of stairs under the water, feeling how the magically enchanted warm water seemed to swirl around his legs and soothe his muscles.

Stepping forward until the water reached his elbows, Harry walked forward and pushed the mountain of bubbles aside, and his breath hitched slightly at the sight he was greeted with. Wondering about something was one thing, but to be proven correct and then be greeted with this sight… Harry felt at a loss for words.

His eyes feasted on her wet skin, shining under the natural light of the prefects' bathroom. The water covered more than half of her tits, allowing him to glimpse her marvelous cleavage. Her neck was slender with a small mole on the left, roughly two inches below her earlobe and that was the only blemish on her ivory skin, if one could even call it that. Her lips were curled seductively as she stared at him with those alluring eyes that made his manhood lurch at the mere sight of them.

"Like what you see?" She asked with a teasing smirk and leaned back against the marble wall of the pool. Harry's eyes feasted on the first pair of tits he had ever laid eyes on, and it did justice to all his fantasies so far. Until now, all he had done was either imagine what they would look like or stare at them in his porn. This was the first real pair he was gazing at, and they were within arms' reach of him. This whole situation seemed surreal, and so did the naked girl in front of him.

"Women like it when men express how much they like how they look, Harry," she said in a matter-of-fact voice and that seemed to shake him out of his stupor. He dragged his eyes off her tits and trailed them up her neck to her utterly kissable lips before finally locking eyes with hers.

"Very much," he replied, and it was only thanks to his immense control over his mind that he was able to fight off both his baser instincts and the effect of the ritual as both responded to the alluring naked woman in front of him. Every fiber of his being was urging him to take her, to give it to her, to spoil her for every other man, and to make her cry out his name in sheer, raw passion. His palms itched to reach out and touch her, to grab her, to pull her flush against his frame and mash their bodies together, eliminating even the slightest bit of distance between them.

Meanwhile, she was visibly impressed with the calmness in his voice. He did have lingering eyes but that was to be expected of a hormonal teenager like him. However, so far, he was doing better than most men she had been with.

When she first heard from Greengrass about it, she'd been shocked. The shock quickly gave way to giddiness as she realized she had the chance to be the Harry Potter's first. There were few opportunities as attractive as the one that had fallen right into her lap out of nowhere.

She knew of her sister's history with the boy, and she had half expected him to be repulsed by her as well, but to her immense fortune, it was quite the opposite. Harry Potter wanted her. She could see it as clear as a sunny day in those blazing emeralds that captivated witches across Hogwarts and beyond.

"Greengrass told me about your dilemma," she began. "Let me tell you I won't judge. You are free to express yourself in any way you want. This is about making you comfortable so you can have fun along the way, cause let me tell you, from what I could see, I'm gonna have a lot of fun."

"She told you, huh?" Harry muttered, earning a nod from the girl.

"First times are daunting, my dear," she smiled. "And to be frank, this is an opportunity I can't let go of. You've got witches lining up for you to take them to bed and I get to be your first. It's both an opportunity and an honor."

Harry stared at the girl who he'd always known to be the polar opposite of her younger sister. While Pansy was bratty and a massive blood purist, Regina had always come off as more carefree and dare he say, someone who loved to enjoy life to its fullest. He found her incredibly sexy, as did most of the Hogwarts populace, and given how it had become an open secret that the girl had no interest in any relationship, many purebloods had chosen to look elsewhere. Only those who did not want a permanent partner anyway tried their luck with the girl, and she knew how to pick them.

He'd only heard rumors about her, but if they were true, then she sure set her sights high. The last three head boys who coincidentally had also been the Quidditch captains of their respective house teams and one lucky seventh year prefect who was also the captain from Hufflepuff before he graduated the previous year. Those were considered the cream of the crop, and she had chosen to bed only those four. It seemed he would be the next, and frankly, he had no qualms about it. His libido was skyrocketing, the runes bolstering his arousal, and as Harry gazed at the valley of breasts right above the surface of the water, he felt his manhood lurch.

The runes etched on his skin glowed gently and Harry felt all his inhibitions wash away. His eyes widened slightly and he let his instincts take charge. He stepped forward, relishing how her eyes widened slightly as he pressed his masculine frame against the wonderful specimen of femininity that she was. Her perfect, round tits mashed up against his hard chest, squishing against them and she gasped when his raging hard-on pressed up against her belly.

His hands came down to grasp her by the arse and he pulled her firmly against him, pressing his cock even harder against her and earning a wanton moan from the brunette.

As he gazed down at her surprised visage, he let out a smirk.

"Surprised, dear?" He whispered, his voice husky as his arousal intensified even further.

"I won't say no to being surprised even more," she replied, her voice breathless, and Harry's smirk widened.

"Before we begin our lesson," he said hornily, slowly leaning forward. Her delectable frame was trapped between the wall of the pool and his body. "Why don't I show you what I already know?"

Regina tilted her head upward, eager to taste the most desired pair of lips among all the males in all of Hogwarts.

"A brilliant idea," she replied.

She'd never felt this way with any of her previous flings before. All of them had been few pumps and dumps kind of guys, and there had barely been any sensuality to those encounters. She took it as a compliment though, that she could make them cum so easily, and they provided her with adequate practice to improve her skills at sex. However, despite being a virgin, Harry Potter was already making her feel what she'd always wanted sex to be like. He had this presence to him, and the way he was not hesitating from taking charge excited her all the more.

She could feel his hot breath against her lips and involuntarily, her eyes closed in anticipation. This bastard was toying with her, making her wait, but she remained steadfast, not showing any hint as to what effect he was having on her.

She did not need to though. Her body betrayed her easily. Harry could feel the goosebumps on her skin and how hard her nipples felt against his chest. He smirked. It seemed the teacher here would also learn a thing or two about sex and sensuality.

Harry decided he'd made her wait too long, and pulling her flush against him, he pressed his lips against hers. Her hands holding onto his shoulders tightened as she pushed herself against him, and their lips brushed across in a dance of sensuality. He gently squeezed her pert round arse, loving how they felt in his grasp. However, no matter how sexy she was, he could not help but remark to himself that Daphne's arse was even better.

Harry quickly pushed the alluring blonde Slytherin out of his mind for the moment and kissed the lovely brunette in his arms. She parted her lips, granting him the invitation, and Harry was eager to take her up on her offer.

The moan she let out when their tongues met in a tangle of eroticism made his manhood lurch against her belly and Harry continued to paw away at the supple flesh of her arse. His heartbeat was higher than it had ever been in his life and he knew he'd be shaking right now if not for the immense boost to his mental faculties the ritual had granted him. That was the only reason he felt so calm right now.

It made him realize it was true when they said only the prospect of something seemed daunting. Once you truly got into it, you realized it wasn't as complicated as you thought it to be. Harry was feeling it first-hand.

He'd refrained from sex until now, but it did not seem as terrifying now as he'd thought. He now had the desire to be the best at it as well.

He might be new to this, but he had no intention to be a passenger. He would let her do what she could. He needed to learn everything after all. There was only so much he could learn from the sources he'd had at his disposal until now. However, he was supremely confident in his abilities, and he'd make sure he showed her why he was the best.

Regina Parkinson would be spoiled for every other cock by the time he was done with her today.

TBC.

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