May 14th: Practice Makes Perfect
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hp_may_madnessTitle: May 14th: Practice Makes Perfect
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Daphne
Word Count: 1748
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 14: first time
For the first time in his seven years at Hogwarts, Harry was voluntarily missing a Gryffindor Quidditch match. Despite turning down a chance to return as the team's starting Seeker (they were in more than capable hands with Ginny now filling that spot, and she needed the experience if she was going to be able to achieve her dream of playing professionally), he knew his dorm mates would have plenty of questions for him after they realized he wasn't among them in the stands to cheer the team on. He wouldn't even be surprised if Ron, who had opted out of returning to Hogwarts for an "eighth year" and instead went straight into the Aurors, sent him a Howler once he heard about it. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care about any of that. There were things far more important than Quidditch on his mind. To be more specific, he was wholly dedicated to doing his very best to please the gorgeous naked blonde who was currently squeezing his head between her thighs, tugging on his hair and pleading with him not to stop. As if she had anything to worry about there.
Everyone, Harry included, had assumed that he and Ginny would pick up where they left off once Voldemort was dead and the war was over. But a funny thing happened: after everything they'd both gone through during their year apart, they were no longer compatible. They made a go of it for a couple of months, but by the time September 1st rolled around and they were boarding the Hogwarts Express, they'd both agreed they were better off as friends. Harry returned for his 8th year expecting romance to be the furthest thing from his mind, but then he'd gotten to know Daphne Greengrass.
He'd had no real interaction with her until that Hogwarts Express ride. He was chosen as the Gryffindor Prefect for the 8th years, and she was both the Slytherin representative and the Head Girl. He'd been taken aback and was frankly very suspicious of this Slytherin being named Head Girl above the likes of Hermione, Ginny, Susan, Padma or really a host of options between the true 7th years and those in his year who had chosen to return, but then he'd gotten to know her.
It was actually Ginny who filled him in on Daphne's bravery the previous year, on how she'd done what she could to help the Muggleborn and the younger students despite the danger she was putting herself in. He was also able to observe the truth of it whenever they were on patrol together. The respect and trust she'd earned from those students was obvious any time she interacted with them, and she earned his respect and trust in turn.
It had honestly taken more time for HER to warm up to HIM, to accept that he wasn't the attention-seeking bellend she'd been conditioned to see him as for years. Once she did they would frequently continue chatting long after their patrol shifts were over, and it wasn't long until he summoned his Gryffindor courage and kissed her. To his relief, she pulled him in for more. They hadn't looked back since.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked. It wasn't even the first time he'd eaten her out; far from it, actually. With the benefit of experience, he could look back on those first few times now and admit that he'd been rubbish at it at first. But she'd appreciated his enthusiasm, and by now he'd spent enough time with his head between her legs that they both knew it was only a matter of time before he had her panting and moaning whenever they had the time and privacy to do this.
Sure enough, her thighs squeezed him tighter, her hands pulled at his hair even harder, and she screamed her climax for the world to hear. It was a damn good thing the Head Girl got her own private room, or else the whole world really would have heard. Or half of Hogwarts would have heard at least, which meant that it would be on the front page of the Prophet by the next morning. He could see the headline now: 'Boy-Who-Lived becomes Boy-Who-Licked!'
Daphne released him, and Harry remained kneeling further down the bed while he waited for her to catch her breath. He was more than happy to give her as much time as she needed, especially since it meant he got to watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She finally opened her eyes to look at him and he smiled at her, very pleased with himself for reducing her to such a state.
"I'm not going to blow you this time," she said.
"Oh. That's...that's okay," Harry said. He was still smiling outwardly, but inside he was feeling a bit let down. While they hadn't ever actually discussed it, he'd grown accustomed to her returning the favor whenever he went down on her. He could feel his erection straining against his boxers inside his trousers, but it seemed like she wouldn't be taking care of it for him this time. Oh well; he wasn't going to ask her to do anything she didn't want to do, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy giving her head anyway. He'd just wait until he left, then have a quick wank in the Prefect's Bath...
"I want to go all the way this time," Daphne said, giving him a gentle smile.
"Oh," Harry said, but his voice was at a much higher pitch than usual.
"Is that okay with you? Are you ready for that?" Daphne asked, looking up at him as she leaned her upper body against her headboard.
"Yes," he said immediately. She chuckled at his obvious eagerness.
"Good," she said softly. "I'm ready whenever you are."
Never in his life had undoing his trousers, tugging them down his legs and taking his boxers off ever felt half as time-consuming as it felt in that moment, but Daphne was watching and waiting as he climbed back onto the bed, her back flat and her head on her pillow. Her legs automatically spread again, and he took a deep breath, took his cock in hand and started rubbing it against her. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly. They'd done all sorts of fun things in their time together, but it was dawning on him that he was seconds away from losing his virginity. He was pretty sure he hadn't been this nervous when he fought Voldemort.
"It's okay, Harry," Daphne said, her voice gentle and reassuring. She smiled up at him, and he could see that she was feeling nervous too. That made him feel better somehow; they were in this together. He gave a deep exhale, then guided himself inside of her.
Everything they'd done together up to this point had been wonderful, but nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. Being inside of Daphne for the first time was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and instantly he was hooked. He gave a hard thrust deeper into her, but his euphoria evaporated when he heard her hiss and looked down to see tears pooling in her eyes. Of course; this was her first time too.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Daphne..." he said, going motionless inside of her. Her legs came up to wrap around him, and her hands twined around his neck.
"It's okay, Harry," she said again, this time gritting her teeth. "It had to be done. Just keep going."
He did so, renewing his thrusts inside of her, albeit moving more cautiously now. He tried not to go too hard or fast, wanting this to be as painless an experience as it could be for his girlfriend.
While Harry would have loved to say he was a skilled lover his very first time, lasting for hours and shagging Daphne to orgasm after orgasm, that wasn't reality. He felt the end approaching all too soon, and nothing was going to stop it.
"I'm close," he grunted, warning Daphne. She was going to have to loosen her legs unless she wanted him to cum inside of her. But her legs remained where they were.
"I already cast the charm. Go ahead," she said.
He buried his face in her cleavage, gave a few more frantic pumps and then exploded inside of her with a grunt. He could feel his face heating up, and the anxiety was back in full force now. He didn't ever want to look up at her and see the disappointment in her eyes. That had been over far too quickly. She was never going to want to do it with him again...
"I love you," she whispered. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, and Harry felt himself relax in her embrace.
"Sorry it was over so fast," he mumbled.
"Don't worry about it. You already got me off, remember?" she reminded him while soothingly stroking his hair. "Besides," she continued, now with a hint of mischief, "it's just like when we started giving each other head. You didn't know what you were doing down there your first time, and remember when I accidentally bit you the first time I tried to give you a blowjob?"
"Don't remind me," he said, wincing just at the memory. She laughed, and he didn't hate the way it made her chest shake against his face.
"Exactly!" she said. "We were both pants at it at first, but eventually we got better. Practice makes perfect. And we're going to have PLENTY of practice..."
"Mr. Potter? It's your watch."
Harry's eyes snapped open, and staring back at him was rookie Auror Kenneth Jackson. He wasn't an ugly man, all things considered, but Harry would much rather still be lost in his recollections of 19-year old Daphne. That was a fond memory, even if it had been over far too quickly.
"Nothing to report, sir," Jackson said.
The kid's nerves were obvious, and Harry couldn't blame him. This was his first field mission, and he hadn't had countless prior life-or-death experiences to fall back on like Harry did before his first mission.
"Good work, Jackson," he said, giving the rookie a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I know you're anxious, but I promise this will feel routine to you as you get more experience. After all, practice makes perfect."
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Daphne
Word Count: 1748
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: Day 14: first time
For the first time in his seven years at Hogwarts, Harry was voluntarily missing a Gryffindor Quidditch match. Despite turning down a chance to return as the team's starting Seeker (they were in more than capable hands with Ginny now filling that spot, and she needed the experience if she was going to be able to achieve her dream of playing professionally), he knew his dorm mates would have plenty of questions for him after they realized he wasn't among them in the stands to cheer the team on. He wouldn't even be surprised if Ron, who had opted out of returning to Hogwarts for an "eighth year" and instead went straight into the Aurors, sent him a Howler once he heard about it. But Harry couldn't bring himself to care about any of that. There were things far more important than Quidditch on his mind. To be more specific, he was wholly dedicated to doing his very best to please the gorgeous naked blonde who was currently squeezing his head between her thighs, tugging on his hair and pleading with him not to stop. As if she had anything to worry about there.
Everyone, Harry included, had assumed that he and Ginny would pick up where they left off once Voldemort was dead and the war was over. But a funny thing happened: after everything they'd both gone through during their year apart, they were no longer compatible. They made a go of it for a couple of months, but by the time September 1st rolled around and they were boarding the Hogwarts Express, they'd both agreed they were better off as friends. Harry returned for his 8th year expecting romance to be the furthest thing from his mind, but then he'd gotten to know Daphne Greengrass.
He'd had no real interaction with her until that Hogwarts Express ride. He was chosen as the Gryffindor Prefect for the 8th years, and she was both the Slytherin representative and the Head Girl. He'd been taken aback and was frankly very suspicious of this Slytherin being named Head Girl above the likes of Hermione, Ginny, Susan, Padma or really a host of options between the true 7th years and those in his year who had chosen to return, but then he'd gotten to know her.
It was actually Ginny who filled him in on Daphne's bravery the previous year, on how she'd done what she could to help the Muggleborn and the younger students despite the danger she was putting herself in. He was also able to observe the truth of it whenever they were on patrol together. The respect and trust she'd earned from those students was obvious any time she interacted with them, and she earned his respect and trust in turn.
It had honestly taken more time for HER to warm up to HIM, to accept that he wasn't the attention-seeking bellend she'd been conditioned to see him as for years. Once she did they would frequently continue chatting long after their patrol shifts were over, and it wasn't long until he summoned his Gryffindor courage and kissed her. To his relief, she pulled him in for more. They hadn't looked back since.
This wasn't the first time he'd seen her naked. It wasn't even the first time he'd eaten her out; far from it, actually. With the benefit of experience, he could look back on those first few times now and admit that he'd been rubbish at it at first. But she'd appreciated his enthusiasm, and by now he'd spent enough time with his head between her legs that they both knew it was only a matter of time before he had her panting and moaning whenever they had the time and privacy to do this.
Sure enough, her thighs squeezed him tighter, her hands pulled at his hair even harder, and she screamed her climax for the world to hear. It was a damn good thing the Head Girl got her own private room, or else the whole world really would have heard. Or half of Hogwarts would have heard at least, which meant that it would be on the front page of the Prophet by the next morning. He could see the headline now: 'Boy-Who-Lived becomes Boy-Who-Licked!'
Daphne released him, and Harry remained kneeling further down the bed while he waited for her to catch her breath. He was more than happy to give her as much time as she needed, especially since it meant he got to watch her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. She finally opened her eyes to look at him and he smiled at her, very pleased with himself for reducing her to such a state.
"I'm not going to blow you this time," she said.
"Oh. That's...that's okay," Harry said. He was still smiling outwardly, but inside he was feeling a bit let down. While they hadn't ever actually discussed it, he'd grown accustomed to her returning the favor whenever he went down on her. He could feel his erection straining against his boxers inside his trousers, but it seemed like she wouldn't be taking care of it for him this time. Oh well; he wasn't going to ask her to do anything she didn't want to do, and it wasn't like he didn't enjoy giving her head anyway. He'd just wait until he left, then have a quick wank in the Prefect's Bath...
"I want to go all the way this time," Daphne said, giving him a gentle smile.
"Oh," Harry said, but his voice was at a much higher pitch than usual.
"Is that okay with you? Are you ready for that?" Daphne asked, looking up at him as she leaned her upper body against her headboard.
"Yes," he said immediately. She chuckled at his obvious eagerness.
"Good," she said softly. "I'm ready whenever you are."
Never in his life had undoing his trousers, tugging them down his legs and taking his boxers off ever felt half as time-consuming as it felt in that moment, but Daphne was watching and waiting as he climbed back onto the bed, her back flat and her head on her pillow. Her legs automatically spread again, and he took a deep breath, took his cock in hand and started rubbing it against her. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly. They'd done all sorts of fun things in their time together, but it was dawning on him that he was seconds away from losing his virginity. He was pretty sure he hadn't been this nervous when he fought Voldemort.
"It's okay, Harry," Daphne said, her voice gentle and reassuring. She smiled up at him, and he could see that she was feeling nervous too. That made him feel better somehow; they were in this together. He gave a deep exhale, then guided himself inside of her.
Everything they'd done together up to this point had been wonderful, but nothing could have prepared him for this feeling. Being inside of Daphne for the first time was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and instantly he was hooked. He gave a hard thrust deeper into her, but his euphoria evaporated when he heard her hiss and looked down to see tears pooling in her eyes. Of course; this was her first time too.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Daphne..." he said, going motionless inside of her. Her legs came up to wrap around him, and her hands twined around his neck.
"It's okay, Harry," she said again, this time gritting her teeth. "It had to be done. Just keep going."
He did so, renewing his thrusts inside of her, albeit moving more cautiously now. He tried not to go too hard or fast, wanting this to be as painless an experience as it could be for his girlfriend.
While Harry would have loved to say he was a skilled lover his very first time, lasting for hours and shagging Daphne to orgasm after orgasm, that wasn't reality. He felt the end approaching all too soon, and nothing was going to stop it.
"I'm close," he grunted, warning Daphne. She was going to have to loosen her legs unless she wanted him to cum inside of her. But her legs remained where they were.
"I already cast the charm. Go ahead," she said.
He buried his face in her cleavage, gave a few more frantic pumps and then exploded inside of her with a grunt. He could feel his face heating up, and the anxiety was back in full force now. He didn't ever want to look up at her and see the disappointment in her eyes. That had been over far too quickly. She was never going to want to do it with him again...
"I love you," she whispered. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, and Harry felt himself relax in her embrace.
"Sorry it was over so fast," he mumbled.
"Don't worry about it. You already got me off, remember?" she reminded him while soothingly stroking his hair. "Besides," she continued, now with a hint of mischief, "it's just like when we started giving each other head. You didn't know what you were doing down there your first time, and remember when I accidentally bit you the first time I tried to give you a blowjob?"
"Don't remind me," he said, wincing just at the memory. She laughed, and he didn't hate the way it made her chest shake against his face.
"Exactly!" she said. "We were both pants at it at first, but eventually we got better. Practice makes perfect. And we're going to have PLENTY of practice..."
"Mr. Potter? It's your watch."
Harry's eyes snapped open, and staring back at him was rookie Auror Kenneth Jackson. He wasn't an ugly man, all things considered, but Harry would much rather still be lost in his recollections of 19-year old Daphne. That was a fond memory, even if it had been over far too quickly.
"Nothing to report, sir," Jackson said.
The kid's nerves were obvious, and Harry couldn't blame him. This was his first field mission, and he hadn't had countless prior life-or-death experiences to fall back on like Harry did before his first mission.
"Good work, Jackson," he said, giving the rookie a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I know you're anxious, but I promise this will feel routine to you as you get more experience. After all, practice makes perfect."