Teenage Rebellion - Chapter 3 of 5

Summary: Daphne Greengrass has always done what’s expected of her. Make friends with the people she’s expected to. Earn the grades she’s expected to have. Etc, etc. Yet when her father announces her betrothal to Theodore Nott, she’s finally had enough. Deciding that she simply will not enter a loveless marriage without having some fun first, she sets her eyes on the one person she knows her parents would never approve of: Harry Potter.

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Chapter 3: Secrets Become Your Undoing

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Daphne sighed happily as the steaming water cascaded down her body. Though she’d spent much of the previous day recovering from her night of passion with Harry, she’d still woken this morning stiff and sore. Thankfully it was nothing a hot shower could not fix.

She took her time, wanting to enjoy the soothing warmth the water provided to her muscles. Lathering the soap over her supple soft curves, Daphne couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddiness as the memories of her rebellious night were brought back to the forefront of her mind. Her night with Harry had been… eye-opening to say the least. She’d always seen sex as this distant inconvenience. A chore she had to grin and bear so that she may do her duty and produce heirs. Yet Harry had shown her different. With him, she truly knew what everyone meant when by the ‘pleasures of the flesh’. She had taken much pleasure from Harry’s flesh that night. So very very much.

A shuddering breath ran through her as her body responded to the memories of their coupling. She could practically feel Harry leaning above her, pushing her legs apart gently while his eyes bore into her with that electrifying gaze that made her knees go weak and pussy clench with need. As her mind replayed the memory of his thick, pulsing cock pushing deep within her folds, her body too was intent on reenacting those wondrous sensations. 

She didn’t know when her hand had moved between her legs, nor did she care. There, leaning against the tiled wall of the Slytherin girls’ showers, Daphne slowly began to circle her fingers around her clit. The small sparks of pleasure pulsing through her core forced her to bite her bottom lip hard lest someone were to hear her slutty little moans.

Her pussy quivered as more and more memories of that special night played out within her mind. Not only did Harry show her what true pleasure was that night, but also all the different ways it could be achieved. Her favourite had been when she had been on top straddling his waist. The feel of his cock slowly pumping inside her with the rock of her hips had led to a truly sensual climax. Their eyes had never strayed from each other’s gaze, locked in a deep trance as they found their shared peak. Daphne could vividly recall the hazy cloud of hormones weighing on her mind as she fell into Harry’s arms, her core shaking as she came around him while his cock pumped jets of his sticky warm seed deep within.

It was this memory that brought about her sudden, shaking end. Daphne came with a barely audible squeak. Her pussy gushed with juices around her fingers, dripping down to join the draining water below.  How long it had been since she had stepped into the shower was a mystery to her. She had lost track of time long ago. Only the heavy fog of steam in the air showed she’d been in the shower far longer than she intended.

Catching her breath as best she could, Daphne shut off the water and shakily exited the stall. Her hair was dried courtesy of a quick spell, but she manually padded her flushed body dry herself, using the time it took as a small respite to recover from her orgasm. Yet even after experiencing a quite pleasant climax, the blonde could still feel a familiar hunger clawing away in her core. It seemed touching herself only served to stoke the fire Harry had ignited within her- a fire, it seemed, only he could extinguish.

Daphne smirked to herself, letting her towel fall as she studied her sinfully exquisite body in the mirror. She certainly had no qualms about that.

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“Blech! What the fuck is in this?” Tracey grimaced. The goblet before her gurgled and steamed with a sludgy green liquid within. Daphne too stared at the disgusting-looking mixture with a thinly veiled look of distaste. It looked eerily like something a bloated pus-bat would excrete.

“Stop your moaning and just drink it Davis.” Blaise ordered. The dark-skinned boy sat opposite of them with a practised mask of boredom splayed across his features. Though Daphne knew the boy well enough to recognize the small spark of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re the one who wanted to go shot for shot with Susan Bones of all people. Either live with the consequences or drink the potion. Your choice.”

The hangover potion bubbled audibly within the goblet, drawing a few wary glances from around the Slytherin table. 

Tracey gave the mixture another look of disgust before sighing. “Fine. Daphne if this shite kills me, kick Zabini in the nadders for me.” With that, her friend pinched the bridge of her nose and swiftly brought the goblet to her lips. Daphne suppressed a shudder as her friend fought to gulp down the slimy potions. With a gasp, Tracey slammed down the now-empty goblet. Despite the slight sickly green hue to her face, the brunette seemed to perk up almost immediately. Whatever side-effects of the girl’s hangover that still lingered were swept away by the magic of Blaise’s mysterious mixture.

“I’ll never question you again.” Tracey said with a nod of respect.

Blaise smirked and raised his hands in a faux look of benevolence. “I am but a humble servant to your needs my lady.”

Tracey snorted and quickly began to pile her plate with various breakfast foods. “So what exactly were you doing with a certain Ravenclaw half-blood at the party Zabini?”

Blaise gave them a coy smile as he dug into his own breakfast as well. “Nothing your innocent little ears need to hear. Though I will say…” He leaned close with a whisper. “...little Weasley may find her boyfriend no longer has a taste for, how you say- the female form.”

Daphne rolled her eyes at Blaise’s victorious tone and simply chuckled as he grinned wolfishly at them. 

Tracey laughed as well with a shake of her head. “You’re a horrible influence Zabini.”

Blaise leaned back with an amused shrug. “It’s not my fault I simply bring something a bit more appealing to the table than the likes of those like Ginevra Weasley can muster.”

“And that is?” Daphne asked.

Blaise smirked. “I’m quite the exquisite fuck.” He told her with a waggle of his eyebrows. “Now enough about me. What about you two beauties? Did you manage to snag you a romp or two with a certain busty Hufflepuff, Davis?”

“Nah. Susan was too busy making sure the party went smoothly. By the time I left, she was in the middle of throwing out a group of fourth-years who managed to sneak inside.” Tracey explained. “But that’s not to say we didn’t make a plan or two for the future.”

“Oh I expect every last juicy detail when those ‘plans’ come to fruition then!” Blaise laughed. “What about you Miss Ice Queen? From what I hear you and a certain Chosen One had some fun of your own!”

Daphne’s good mood instantly evaporated at the dark-skinned wizard’s words. A feeling akin to having ice water dumped over her head shivered down her spine. Only her years of occlumency training stopped her eyes from going wide with shock from Blaise’s words. Though it did not help much with the uneasiness that flared through her chest.

“Wh-where did you hear about that?” She cursed herself for allowing her voice to tremble, but remained resolute, levelling the dark-skinned boy with an icy gaze.

Blaise immediately sensed her discomfort. Sobering quickly from his amusement, he sat up straight with a look of tense worry. “From Nott…Judging by your confusion I’m guessing you do not know of his little ‘incident’ then?”

Daphne shook her head, the uneasy feeling within her gut growing to a full-blown panic as Blaise spoke.

“He was ranting and raving about it in our dorm yesterday. The whining ponce kept going on about how he’d ‘show Potter his place’ and ‘teach the filthy half-blood a lesson’. I barely paid him any mind. Between him and Draco, I’ve learned to tune their squawking out over the years. However, Nott wasn’t content with merely spewing the typical nonsense. He stomped from the dorm- took Peters and Lonmouth with him as well, and went to hunt down Potter.”

Daphne’s panic was at an all-time high now. She stood abruptly, nearly knocking over a few goblets in her haste and quickly searched the Great Hall for that familiar mop of raven-hair. She had searched for Harry when she first entered but wasn’t able to catch him. At first, she merely brushed it off, thinking maybe he simply came down earlier and ate. But if what Blaise said was true then Harry might have fallen victim to Bott’s tantrum.

“Woah! Hey c’mon babe! Sit down!” Tracey hissed, pulling her back down to her seat before more could turn their attention her way.

“I-I have to go. Harry he-”

“He’s fine Daph’!” Blaise said quickly. “Nott and his cronies didn’t so much as graze him with a single spell. In fact, I’d wager those three are still laid up in the hospital wing right now.”

That… helped. At least somewhat. She felt a bit silly by her reaction. Of course, Nott and his pair of fifth-year stooges wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on Harry. He was far too powerful and skilled for that. Morgana above, he’s fought the Dark Lord to a standstill! Three Hogwarts students were no threat to Harry. Still, she couldn’t help but worry. Who knows what kind of lies Nott was spewing at Harry, or worse, what truths. She needed to find him, to make sure he was okay…and to…explain herself. For what? She had no earthly clue. But something within her, some gnawing sensation pleaded with her very beings to see Harry.

“Fine or not I wish to at least ensure Nott did not give Potter the impression that I was ‘taken’.” She snarled. Standing much more calmly this time, Daphne collected her bag and gave her friends a nod. “I’ll see you both in class.”

“Daphne wait!” Blaise called. “At first I thought you intentionally let Nott know about you and Potter because you wanted to rub his face in it. But if it wasn’t you, then someone else slipped the information to the prat. Just…be careful and watch your back, okay?”

Daphne mulled over Blaise’s words for half a moment before nodding. It was a reasonable suspicion, one she more than likely would’ve come to herself soon enough. Muttering her thanks, the blonde retreated, not from the Great Hall, but from the Slytherin Table itself. It would not be efficient to simply wander the castle and hope she’d find the Boy-Who-Lived. Not when there were two people sat a few tables away who could tell her exactly where Harry was.

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“Weasley, a moment if you don’t mind.”

She watched as the red-haired boy jumped at the sound of her voice. Brown eyes met hers wide with shock while the ginger wizard became even paler than normal.

“Greengrass! You- Why are- Wha…?” He sputtered unhelpfully.

Daphne rolled her eyes in frustration and turned to the bushy-haired brunette who was currently busy glaring daggers into her heart.

“Granger a moment?”

The muggleborn witch narrowed her eyes suspiciously yet stood without a word. Daphne led the girl from the hall, ignoring the bewildered stares of their classmates as they passed. Neither she nor Granger spoke, not until they were out of the Great Hall and secluded behind a relatively private alcove behind the grand staircase.

“What’s this about Greengrass?” Granger all but snarled as soon as they were alone. The brunette’s wand was in her hand, not fully pointed her way, but ready should any attack come.

Daphne raised her hand up defensively. “I’m not going to harm you. I simply wanted to ask a favor.”
Hermione studied her for a moment, seemingly weighing an unknown set of options in her head before finally nodding, though keeping her wand firmly in her hand. “Go on.”

Daphne sighed. Casting a quick look around for any eavesdroppers, the blonde nodded and spoke. “This…well it has to do with some quite sensitive information and I-”

“Is this about you and Harry?” The bookworm blurted impatiently.

“You…know about us?” Daphne said a bit unsure.

Hermione groaned and quickly stashed her wand. “Of course that’s what this is about-” She muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Harry didn’t tell me if that’s what you’re asking. He’s simply not as subtle as he thinks. Look Greengrass-” The brunette levelled her gaze back with Daphne’s, much less defensive this time but still just as venomous. “I don’t trust you, nor do I particularly like you. However… Harry does. So I’ll help you, for now. However, if you hurt Harry in any way-”

“I understand.” Daphne interrupted. “You don’t have to worry about that. I merely wish to check on him after yesterday. I had no knowledge of Nott’s foolishness, nor do I support it.”

Hermione pursed her lips before sighing with a nod. “I’ll take you to him.”

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She followed Granger through the castle and across the grounds. A morning fog still rolled out from the lake, giving a slight chill to the air. Despite the slight discomfort, Daphne followed without question, soon enough parsing out their destination herself after they passed by the owlery and Professor Hagrid’s hut. 

The quidditch pitch loomed ahead of them, casting long shadows with its high towers in the morning light. Not a soul was in sight among the stands, yet in the air Daphne could just make out the distant shape of someone dipping and diving chaotically atop a broom. She sucked in a nervous breath as the figure forced their broom into a sudden and blazingly fast dive while spinning like a corkscrew. A scream of fear nearly bubbled up from her throat right before they wretched their broom up, pulling out of the dive mere feet away from the ground. Only one person she knew would be able to pull off such a daring move like that, as well as have the sheer lunacy to even attempt it.

“Harry!” Hermione called while waving to get the boy’s attention.

Daphne watched as the figure on the broom made a sharp turn almost instantly, rolling his broom through the air in such a way that made the blonde dizzy from simply watching. Before she knew it, Harry was gliding up alongside them with a guarded look.

“Can I help you Greengrass?” Harry bit sharply, not even paying Hermione a second glance.

Daphne fought down the pang of hurt in her chest she felt as he spoke to her with such venom. She supposed from his position it made sense to be angry with her, yet being subjected to that anger made her already clawing emotions threaten to overwhelm her. She tried to speak, opening her mouth in an effort to explain herself, ask how he was, anything really! But nothing came, and in the end, she clamped her mouth closed while casting her gaze to the ground in shame.

“Okay…” Hermione muttered. “You two need to sort out… whatever this is. I’ll tell Professor Flitwick the two of you aren’t feeling well.”

Daphne nodded but refused to lift her gaze as Hermione walked away. The guilt she felt was keeping her from facing Harry, though perhaps that was simply fear of seeing the anger in his eyes directed her way again.

They stood there in silence for a few moments. Daphne tried in vain to find something to say, but nothing would come forth. Though she did not meet his face, she could distinctly feel Harry’s eyes boring into her skull. The feeling forced her to shift in discomfort, shivering somewhat in the chilly morning air. She jumped in surprise as Harry suddenly sighed and hopped off his broom.

“C’mon, you’re probably freezing out here.” He gestured for her to follow, offering no explanation nor waiting for her to catch up before he began to stalk towards the locker rooms on the far side of the pitch.

Daphne hesitated for but a moment, watching his retreating form before hurrying to catch up. The locker rooms were completely empty as they entered. Everything was neat and tidy, ready for a new year of quidditch. She watched as Harry quickly stowed his broom inside a locker, barely gracing her with a glance as he turned to remove his gloves and other gear as well.

Daphne tried hard not to stare as he tugged off his practice shirt, revealing the sinful coiled muscles of his back. The sinful flesh was dotted here and there with the odd scare or two, only adding to Daphne’s sudden arousal. Her breath hitched as he turned towards her, the chiselled flesh of his chest and abs making her knees wobble unsteadily beneath her. However, her moment of lustful staring was broken as Harry winced and rolled his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She asked without thinking, so caught up in the moment that she forgot why she was even here.

Harry chuckled darkly and without humor as he rubbed the irritated muscle. “Oh, I’m fantastic. A little gift from your betrothed. Got it while defending myself from him and his cronies.” He spat.

Daphne swallowed thickly and stepped forward. “Harry I-”

“Save it!” He snarled, backing away from her with a spiteful glare. “You don’t need to explain a damn thing! I was just a means to an end right? Someone you could use in order to make Nott jealous for your fucking amusement!”

“No! Of course not! I-”

“Fuck off Greengrass. Just go back to your boyfriend and leave me out of whatever fucking sick game is going on between you two.” Harry muttered, turning away from her as he began to stow the rest of his gear. 

“Is- Is that what you think it was?”
“What?” He scowled, glancing back to stare at her in confusion.

“What happened between us…Do you really think it was just some game to me?”

“Wasn’t it? What else could it be then?” Harry scoffed. “After all it’s not like I though we were a bloody couple now or something. It was just sex.”

His words hit her like a bludger to the chest. The emotions within her- the ones she’s been fighting to control all wrestled free from her grasp in an instant. Pain, sadness, hurt- all of them writhed beneath her skin, but they were not the only ones. Something hot and yet cold boiled underneath. Anger wrapped tightly around her chest, forcing all the others in her mind to quieten as it took control.

Just sex?! Was that what he saw her as?! A pair of tits he could use to get off once or twice with and then throw aside while acting like HE was the wronged party?! Daphne’s face twisted up into an icy scowl. He did not get to treat her like that, no one did. 

“How dare you.” She hissed.

Harry scoffed and turned to face her once more. “What are you on about now-” ‘SMACK!’

She smiled as he staggered back from the force of her slap. It took him a moment to regain his bearings, cradling his cheek as he looked up at her in a mixture of shock and anger. “What the fuck Daphne?!”

“Shut up!” She hissed. “It’s my turn to talk now, and you will stand there and listen Harry Potter or so help me I will fucking hex your balls off!” Stomping forward, she jabbed a single finger into his bare sternum. “First, you kissed me first remember?! So don’t pretend as if I’m some evil sorceress who bewitched you into her bed. Second- I may be betrothed to Nott, but I am most certainly not dating that little weasel! Trust me when I say I’d rather marry the giant squid than that pathetic rat!” Jabbing him once more with a growl, Daphne glared deeply into his eyes. The way those emerald orbs stared back at her with their own gleam of anger should not have excited her as much as they did. “And finally, ‘just sex’ or not, I am not some two-knut whore you can treat as you wish! You will not speak to me like that again just because you came up with some false notion in your foolish head!”

Harry growled and pushed her hand away from his chest. “Oh well forgive me princess!” He hissed. “I forgot I was talking to a proper pureblood lady! Should I get on my knees and grovel now or later?!” He bit sarcastically.

“You- You are- Ugh!” Daphne exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. She did her best to ignore the way her cheeks flushed when he called her princess and instead glared up at him in abject fury. “You are the most stubborn- pig headed- egotistical- arse! I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting!”

Harry scoffed and glared down at her just as fiercely. “Right back at you princess!” He hissed again.

Daphne scowled up at him with a look of murder. The fury she felt in her chest raged so hot and bright that it took all her restraint not to slap that stupid glare from his face. Merlin, he made her angry! And to think she actually came here with the intent to apologize and explain herself! He didn’t deserve an explanation, much less an apology. All she wanted to do now was teach him exactly why she wasn’t a witch to trifle with. Be that by slapping him again. Cursing him. Kissing him.

It happened so fast that Daphne truly could not truly recall who made the first move. All she could remember was her eyes dipping just the tiniest bit down to where his lips formed an angry grimace. Between the thoughts of anger and revenge, she couldn’t help but wonder how exactly his lips would taste in that moment. Her heat-of-the-moment wish was answered. Daphne couldn’t help but moan against Harry’s mouth as his tongue slipped between her lips. It was a frenzy of limbs between them as their tongues danced. Her hands clawed at his chest, explored his abs, and tugged harshly at his hair. Harry, in return, wasted no time in ripping the buttons of her blouse free. 

She mewled in pleasure as her bra was pushed down and Harry broke their heated liplock. The feeling of his teeth sinking into one of her stiffened nipples while the other was pinched painfully hard by his fingers was enough to have Daphne’s core on fire. Her fingers tangled themselves within his raven locks, pushing his face desperately against her chest. She felt as his other hand worked its way up her legs, snaking between her thighs before coming to rest on her heat. 

If there was any notion in Daphne’s mind that this time would be just as gentle and patient as the first, it would have died then and there. There was no hesitance in Harry’s movements as he roughly pushed her knickers to the side and pushed two of his fingers deep inside her dripping quim. Daphne cried out as her pussy walls were besieged without warning. Stars splashed across her vision as her cunt was mercilessly attacked. Within moments she was already shaking around him while her mouth spewed whorish whimper of pleasure into his ear.

“Cum for me.” He growled against her tits. “Cum for me like the needy little slut you are.”

“F-fuck y-y-you!” She gasped.

He chuckled darkly and pulled away from her chest. Daphne nearly collapsed as his fingers pointedly brushed against her g-spot while he smirked wolfishly down at her. “Don’t worry princess-” He whispered into her ear. “You will.”

Daphne clawed at the bare flesh of his back as her pussy trembled with climax. The only thing holding her up was Harry’s arm wrapped tightly around her waist. The other was busy pumping his fingers even faster between her folds, prolonging her orgasm even more as she sobbed with ecstasy. It was only by gathering as much of her willpower as she could that Daphne was able to push him away and free her pussy from his dastardly ministrations

“So th-thats how you want to p-play it.” She growled between pants. “Fine!”

With a firm hand against his chest, Daphne pushed her lover back onto one of the many benches within the locker room. As soon as he was sat, the blonde wasted no time before dropping to her knees before him. His belt and buckle were both undone with ease, and soon enough Daphne was tugging Harry’s pants down until something very hard and very familiar slapped against her chin.

“Oh yes~” She cooed to herself, slowly stroking the thick cock before her with a mesmerized gaze. Part of her yearned for a taste. Begged for her to wrap her lips around the stiff fleshy pole and take it as deep as possible down her gullet. Though she’d never sucked a cock before she was confident she could get the hang of it. Tracey’s smut books always made it out to be easy at least.

Still, as much as she wanted to taste his cock, she wanted to feel it even more. Standing, Daphne quickly toed off her knickers and lifted her skirt up before straddling Harry’s waist. The feeling of his warm cock pressed against her sex was enough to send shivers of delight down her spine. The small trill of excitement was nothing compared to the sensation of her cunt being split apart by the meaty rod. Daphne moaned as she sank down slowly onto his lengthy cock, taking him inch by inch deep inside her dripping slit.

“S-so full…” She murmured as Harry’s cock was finally hilted to the base inside of her.

Harry gave her one of his trademark lopsided smirks. One that made her want to slap him for being too smug and fuck his brains out for being so very sexy. She chose the latter this time, pressing her lips against his with a strangled gasp as he began to rock her hips back and forth.

“You’re so fucking tight princess.” He whispered against her lips. “I can feel how wet you are around me as well.” Daphne whimpered as his grip on her hips tightened and he began to pick up the pace, using his hands to fuck her on his cock. “I don’t think I could ever get enough of your pussy. Fuck!” 

Daphne cried out in agreement. He had thrust his hips just the tiniest bit, but it was enough to have Daphne nearly careening off the edge as her pussy convulsed around him. He was moving her even faster now, rocking her back and forth at a speed that had Daphne burying her face in the crook of his neck lest she scream herself hoarse. As her climax arrived, hot and hard, sending a fire through her nerves unlike anything she’s ever experienced Daphne felt it. One hand coming down hard on her porcelain arse while another grabbed her by the throat, no enough to cut off her airway, but enough to send an erotic trill down her spine that had her cumming pussy gushing all the more.

“You’re mine.” Harry growled, his own breaths coming out in small gasps now as he pistoned his hips faster and faster up into her trembling cunt. “Fuck Nott’s stupid betrothal contrat. You’re mine Daphne.”

“Yes! Oh god yes!” She cried, unable to contain her howls of pleasure any longer.

“Say it.” Harry ordered, his own groans joining in with the slapping of his hips against her arse. “Say it princess.”

“Oh f-fuck! I’m yours! All yours- Please!” Her pussy squelched with the sheer dripping wetness of yet another climax, this one arriving just as the previous ebbed away. It was too much, she couldn’t hold on any longer. She could feel her consciousness becoming hazy and her body start to spasm as Harry’s cock finally swelled inside of ehr. “HARRRRYYY!!!” She screamed, rejoicing as an explosion of stars, fireworks, and everything in between exploded behind her eyes. The last thing she remembered before she collapsed bonelessly against Harry’s chest was the feeling of her womb being filled by his molten hot seed…

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How much time had passed- Daphne didn’t know. Only that when she awoke darkness prevailed all around her and yet so too did a sense of warmth. She sat up slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the dim darkness. As she did so, a groan to her left drew her attention and so too did the arm that curled around her waist.

“You okay?” Harry asked, his voice laced with groggy sleepiness.

Her memories came back to her then- memories of sneaking back into the castle. Spending the day holed up in the Room of Requirement with Harry, talking, arguing, fucking, kissing, and everything in between. In the end they had fallen asleep cuddled together on a conjured bed, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears as the night faded.

“Yes, I’m alright.” She promised, laying back against the mattress and allowing herself to be swept up by Harry’s arms once more. “I’m perfect.” She sighed happily, cuddling closer into his chest.

Harry said nothing, simply holding her closer and placing a soft kiss against the crown of her head.

Tomorrow would come and they would bear the consequences then, but for now Daphne couldn’t think of a single other place she’d rather be than right here in Harry’s arms.

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Author’s Note

Sorry about the delay on this one. Hay fever has been kicking my ass :(

Thanks for reading!