The Power He Knows Not Chapter 15

Content Warnings: Fingering, Semi-Public, Teasing.

The Library:

“We have a problem.”

Daphne looked up from the parchment she had been scribbling on, “Let me guess, Professor Sprout called all Hufflepuffs for a meeting about a certain event and the conduct expected of them during said Ball.”

Susan nodded desperately.

Daphne sighed, an indulgent smile on her face. She scooted one chair over, patting the now empty seat that she had been occupying.

“I suppose that after telling you to behave and not besmirch Hogwarts’ good name by acting like the hormonal idiots we all are, she asked you to open the Yule Ball with Harry,” Daphne murmured, looking kindly at her.

Susan nodded again. “Not in so many words, but she kept gushing about the honor Cedric and I will be bringing to our House.”

“It would be a rare chance for Hufflepuff to be in the spotlight. You should take it,” Daphne picked up the glasses from the top of her head and pushed them onto the bridge of her nose. “I mean, it’s not like I have any pressure from my Head of House to be Harry’s date to the Ball. In fact, I’m pretty sure Snape would eat a bucket of slugs before he’d give his blessing for me headlining the opening dance with Harry.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Absolutely not,” Daphne lied.

“You sound like you do,” Susan muttered with a pout.

Daphne bit her tongue. Tracey’s right. Hanging around Harry and Susan has turned me into a shitty liar.

“Okay, look.” Daphne sighed. “The Yule Ball is basically our Débutante Ball. Would I like to turn heads on Harry’s arm and make a statement? Absolutely.” She reached out and pulled the short redhead into her lap. She ignored the scowl the wizened librarian directed at them from her desk in the middle of the room.

It’s not like I’ve done anything naughty. Yet.

Given the constipated expression on his face, she was certain Roger Davies had a girl under his desk. Whatever she did to Susan would be bloody tame in comparison.

And highly due. Our poor angel’s been so high-strung since the Task.

At least she’d had the satisfaction of watching Malfoy stomp around everywhere without his hair for two weeks. She’d paid the Twins handsomely for the joy of seeing the ferret walk around the castle and attend classes wearing a beanie and with a permanent scowl on his face.

And after George had cooked up something for her and Tracey that had caused the blonde idiot to shart smack dab in the middle of dinner in the Great Hall… she had happily promised the redheads to be their first investor when they opened their store.

Her reprisals were less severe than her original plan to pin Malfoy down and chop his dick off with a rusty butter knife, but she and Harry had finally gotten to a good place in their relationship and she doubted Azkaban would be the right place to host their dates.

“But?”

“But, I owe you for what you did for me and Harry. And more importantly, I love you, munchkin. Your happiness is more important to me than being glorified eye candy. I don’t want to make a statement if it results in you or Harry getting on your Head of House’s shit list,” Daphne whispered. She gently grabbed Susan’s knees and pulled them apart, her fingers slowly pushing underneath her gray school skirt.

“I-it’s not fair,” Susan whined, her breath hitching at Daphne’s gentle caress of her creamy thighs. “What’re you doing?” Susan hissed, clamping her thighs together to stop Daphne’s hand from moving any further. “We’re in the library.”

“Roger Davies is getting a blowie two tables over. Nobody gives a fuck about him. Why should the rules be any different for us?” Daphne challenged. She gently pushed Susan’s thick thighs apart, her fingers dancing on the white lacy panties she wore. “I’m just showing my appreciation for my girlfriend. Who I’ve missed and haven’t had time alone with… Merlin, it’s been so long I don’t even remember.”

“Harry’s turned you into a sex pest,” Susan mumbled, biting her lip to stifle her moan. Daphne had pushed her knickers to one side and was slowly tracing her puffy lips with her index finger, causing a trickle of arousal to leak out of her.

“Harry and I just showed each other there was nothing about ourselves that is to be ashamed about. Our desires are not shameful,” Daphne whispered, her breath hot on Susan’s skin.

“A-and if we get caught?”

“No rule against fucking in detention,” Daphne replied cheekily.

Susan opened her mouth to reply, her words turning into a needy moan as Daphne buried two fingers knuckle-deep inside her neglected pussy.

“S-sorry!” Susan squeaked, picking up a book upside down and flipping it to a random page to hide herself from Madame Pince’s disapproving gaze. She pretended to read, but her entire attention was hyper-focused on the fingers curling up inside her.

Daphne’s thumb moved to her clit, starting to massage it with feather-light touches.

“Daphne?”

“Yes, munchkin?” Daphne asked, using the cover of the book to pepper her freckled neck with kisses.

“You’re a very bad girl.”

“Sweetie.” Daphne laughed a laugh of pure delight. She had never felt happier than she did when she was with Susan or Harry, and she knew she would cling to them for the rest of her life if only to experience this unadulterated joy. “That’s a title I bear with pride. And I have the welts on my ass to prove it. Do you want me to show them to you?”

“Not here!” Susan hissed, her entire body shaking slightly. Going from several orgasms a day to none for nearly two weeks had not been an easy transition for her. She was on a hair-trigger but she steeled herself, not willing to cum in the library.

Susan Bones was a moaner and she had no desire to put on a show for the entire room, her girlfriend’s enthralling beauty and insanely hot actions notwithstanding.

“Why not?” Daphne asked cheerfully, slowly beginning to piston her fingers in and out of Susan’s wet slit. “I bet Davies would appreciate a good long look at my Thick. Firm. Bubble. Butt,” Daphne whispered, punctuating each word with a gentle pinch to her clit.

“Mistress please, I’m too loud!” Susan mumbled.

“What’d you call me?”

Susan’s eyes went wide and she turned red from the roots of her hair to the base of her neck. “M-mistress?” She offered with a whisper, suddenly wishing a hole would hope up and swallow her whole.

“Harry’s right. Having an adorable Hufflepuff as my munchkin is one massive ego massage,” Daphne teased, turning to kiss her cheek. “Keep the book up and open your mouth.”

Susan knew what they were doing was insanity, but she found her body obeying before her mind had even issued a conscious command.

Daphne pushed the thumb of her free hand into her mouth, making Susan wrap her lips around it. “Suck,” Daphne ordered, speeding up the thrusting of her fingers inside Susan’s pussy. “It’ll give your tongue something to do.”

Susan nodded. Her hands were trembling violently but she desperately held on to the book, knowing that if she dropped it the rest of the library would get a good long look at her sucking Daphne Greengrass’ thumb like the wanton little princess that she was.

“I’ve never fingered anyone but myself before, so you have to tell me if something feels bad okay, poppet?” Daphne asked, increasing the pressure around her clit.

“Mhm!” Susan replied with a muffled moan, trying her best to pretend that they were just a couple cuddling and reading a book together.

“How am I doing, Susie?” Daphne whispered, her fingers gently caressing her round cheek.

“Please!” Susan whined, before starting to suck on Daphne’s thumb desperately when she realized just how loud she had been.

“Please, what?” Daphne asked. She added a finger inside her and curled them, causing Susan to quiver violently and nearly drop the book she had been holding.

“Please don’t stop,” Susan mumbled once she had composed herself. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned back into the slender Slytherin, giving up all pretense. She wanted this. She needed this.

“I don’t plan to,” Daphne murmured, speeding up the pace of her fingering. Her fingers pistoned in and out of Susan’s aching pussy, drawing out quiet whines and needy moans with every thrust. “Cum for me, my sweet angel. You know you want to. It’s been so long,” Daphne cooed, her lips inches from Susan’s ear. Her breath tickled Susan’s skin, and the redhead was very very tempted to give in.

It has been a rather long time, her mind reminded the part of her brain that still stubbornly refused to let go.

“Why here?” Susan asked with a quiet whine, the coil in the pit of her stomach tightening.

“No reason,” Daphne replied, her lips quirking.

“Y-you’re a really shitty liar, mistress,” Susan mumbled, her head dropping back onto Daphne’s shoulder.

“And you talk back far too much. We all have our faults. Except yours can be corrected with a nice and long spanking,” Daphne teased, pushing her thumb back inside Susan’s mouth.

“Thank you!” Susan let loose a muffled shriek, coming undone suddenly. In the end, she had lasted only a few minutes, but the relief that her long overdue orgasm brought was immense.

Even if her cum was now dripping down to and staining the tattered red leather of a library chair.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I owed you one,” Daphne whispered with a wink, pulling her thumb out of Susan’s mouth with a quiet POP!

Daphne slid her fingers out of Susan’s wet slit, wiping both her hands on the redhead’s skirt.

Susan blushed. She had no time to go change until lunch and she’d have to go to every class smelling of sex. Which, she suspected, was exactly what Daphne wanted. Not that Daphne would fare any better. The Slytherin would carry her scent till she washed her hands, which again, she doubted Daphne would do till lunch.

A Viper, marking her territory, Susan thought tiredly, setting the book her hands were too tired to hold down on the table. She turned and cuddled into Daphne, savoring her girlfriend’s warmth.

“Now that the thorny issue of your orgasm has been settled, we still have the small problem of Harry’s date for the Yule Ball to deal with,” Daphne murmured. She picked up her eagle feather quill and began jotting down notes for her potions essay, wrapping her free arm around Susan’s body.

“We could both open the dance with him?” Susan suggested with a cute yawn, far too happy to put any serious thought into the problem she had originally come to Daphne with.

“Absolutely not. It’ll look silly. This is his entry into the political arena. We want people to stare at him and the woman on his arm, but only for the right reasons. How about neither of us goes with him?”

“What do you mean?”

“We go to the Ball as each other’s dates. That way, no one can accuse Harry of favoring either of us.”

“That’s smart. But who does Harry go with? He needs a date too.”

“How about we let fate decide? He’ll obviously be drowning in proposals after placing first in the Task. When we meet up with him we’ll ask him to share the names of everyone who’s proposed and get him to choose one.”

“What if he chooses someone like… Parkinson?”

“If our boyfriend is idiotic enough to say yes to Pansy, I will personally dropkick his stupid ass into the Great Lake.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Susan murmured, nuzzling deeper into Daphne’s chest. She decided a ten-minute nap before her next class was in order, passing out within seconds, her dreams filled with fantasies of being pressed between her two lovers.

“Now that would be heaven,” she mumbled in her sleep.

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The Castle Grounds:

“I told you! I am not interested! Leave me alone!”

The exasperated voice broke Harry free from his pleasant thoughts and he turned towards the sound of the commotion, his lips still pursued mid-whistle.

He abandoned his journey to Hagrid’s hut, instead making his way towards the crowd of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor men who had gathered around a slender, platinum-haired woman.

Harry’s breath hitched as he reached the group, the angelic aura wafting off the seething girl filling him with hope and determination. There were only two people in the entire castle who possessed that aura, and the girl was too short to be the champion from Beauxbatons. It had to be Fleur’s sister. He jobbed his memory to remember her name. Terri? Gabby? Gabrielle!

“Leave her alone, McLaggen,” Harry muttered, gently grabbing Gabrielle’s wrist and extricating her from the men trying to surround her. He glared at his fellow Gryffindor, daring him to say anything at all.

“Why so possessive, Potter?” Cormac grunted, his thick eyebrows knitting together in a unibrow as he frowned. “What, three girls not enough for you?”

“You know me, McLaggen. I always go above and beyond,” Harry said sarcastically, shielding the trembling girl with his body as best he could. “I’m on a mission to sleep with everything on two legs in this castle and if you’re not careful, my next target might just end up being you.”

“Look,” an older Ravenclaw whose name Harry didn’t know said, only to be silenced by his glare.

“In fact… how about a little foreplay?” Harry pulled out his wand before any of the other boys could react. “I’ll just keep shooting Stinging Hexes at all of you until you fuck off,” Harry growled, feeling an unexplained sense of duty towards the tiny blonde standing behind him.

“Look, we just wanted to ask her to choose between one of us for the Yule Ball,” Cormac muttered, eyeing the wand warily. Nobody had wanted to get on Harry’s bad side after the Task. Even Malfoy had taken to giving him a wide berth. Since Daphne’s involvement had (thankfully) not been discovered, everyone assumed Harry had fought off the dragon entirely by himself, making him the subject of both awe and fear inside the castle.

It was nothing new, if Harry was being honest.

“And she gave you her answer. She doesn’t want to go with any of you,” Harry growled, tightening his hold on his wand. He kept a sharp eye out for sudden movements, ready to hex the first person who thought it was wise to get into a fight in the middle of the castle grounds.

“But, why?” the Ravenclaw whined. He seemed bolder, dumber, or more desperate than the rest.

Maybe it’s all three, Harry mused, rolling his eyes.

“Because she already has a date. I asked her to keep it under wraps,” Harry lied.

“You?” Cormac grunted. “What about your-”

“Susan and Daphne are mad at me,” Harry cut Cormac off, continuing to spin his web of lies. If he was lying his ass off, he might as well go big. “So they decided to attend the Ball together and have a fun girl’s night out. It’s their version of making me sleep on the couch,” Harry continued. “I asked Gabrielle if we could go as friends. Now, if you don’t stop bothering my date, we’re going to have a problem. Do any of you want a problem with me?” Harry asked, doing his best imitation of a dragon’s roar. As corny as it was, it worked. The entire group moved several steps away from them, staring at the couple with wide eyes.

“Uh, no,” Cormac muttered and was amongst the first group to scurry away. The others quickly followed, with the older Ravenclaw the last to leave, shooting Gabrielle a disgusted look before hiking back up to the castle.

“Thank you, monsieur. I have no interest in them, but these ‘orrible men simply would not listen!” Gabrielle pouted, crossing her arms over her slender chest.

Harry couldn’t help but notice that her adorable accent got heavier the more upset she was.

“Don’t thank me yet, Miss Delacour. We’re going to be front-page news tomorrow,” Harry muttered with a heavy sigh, running his hand through his messy black hair. “Skeeter is going to have a field day with this.”

“That woman has this obsession with you, monsieur. Will she print ‘orrible lies about me too?”

“Absolutely. You’ll probably be the evil Veela seductress who’s out to ensnare me in her trap because of my fame and money.”

“How do you know I’m a Veela?” Gabrielle asked, cocking her head curiously.

“Your aura,” Harry answered. He removed his hand from around her wrist. “I’ve only felt like this once before, and it was at the Quidditch World Cup. Mr. Weasley said those were Veela. So I figured you and Fleur are too.” Harry shrugged.

“What do you feel?”

“Hope, I guess. Happiness. This feeling of power, like I can do anything in the world.”

Gabrielle looked at him strangely.

“What?” Harry asked defensively. “I’m sorry if that’s weird.”

“Non, Harry Potter. That is… completely normal,” Gabrielle lied. “If you would like to go to the Ball as friends, I would be honored. It is the same as it was every day, and it would be helpful to tell those ’orrible men-'' Gabrielle scowled. “That I have a date.”

“If I do the opening dance with you as friends, I won’t have to choose between Daphne and Susan and risk upsetting the one I don’t ask,” Harry muttered, the gears in his brain turning.

Daphne is right. Lying sometimes DOES pay off.

“Oui. And since I’m not one for dancing, you can enjoy the rest of the night with your amours with no hurt feelings at all.”

“It’s a good plan.” Harry grinned.

Gabrielle gave him a bashful look. “I expect a proper proposal and a corsage, Monsieur Potter, even if we do go as friends.”

“Of course. I’ll make it something public, so everyone stops bothering you.” Harry winked. “But we’re not completely out of the woods yet.”

“Why not?”

“Have you met Daphne Greengrass?”

Notes:

Sorry for the late update today folks! I just got home from the doctors and had to spend like an hour having him explain my complicated new regimen. Anywho, a little Susan and Daphne bonding and Harry meeting his next soul mate! Fate works in funny ways, eh? I thought about doing a Padma focused chapter first (Shout out to the amazing Patrons who helped me craft her character!) but decided it would be more fun to drop that straight in the Yule Ball for extra drama.