The Web of Power

"Okay… I'll stay."

Harry gently led Daphne over to her desk and made her sit down, turning the chair toward his desk where Regina sat rubbing her dripping folds openly.

"Kinky, I like it," she said saucily, earning a smirk from Harry who stood behind Daphne's chair, his hands clasped on her shoulders. He leaned down, feeling how the girl shivered slightly as his hot breath caressed her skin.

"I want you to show me how much self-control you have, Daphne," he whispered. "Things will be stimulating, and I hope you will be able to… control yourself. You know what I mean, right?"

Daphne's breathing was labored, her fists clenched firmly in her lap as she sat ramrod straight in the chair.

"After all, if you want the front row seat to enjoy Fleur Delacour's downfall, it wouldn't make sense to lose yourself to those urges," Harry continued, patting her shoulders. "Keep it in your lovely panties, hmm?"

Daphne released a breath she did not know she had been holding when Harry pulled back from her. She watched, her heart hammering in her chest, as he walked around her desk and over to a smirking Regina Parkinson who eagerly opened her arms wide, welcoming her lover as they shared a passionate kiss.

Regina's hands wasted no time and Daphne watched, utterly enraptured, as the brunette took care of his jeans in no time. Her breath hitched as the jeans fell along with his boxers, revealing him in all his glory. Try as she might, Daphne could not keep her eyes off the massive cock and Regina quickly wrapped her dainty fingers around it, slowly working him up to full mast.

Daphne's hands were clutched and her toes were tightly curled, her mouth dry and open. Try as she might, she could not pull her eyes from Harry's manhood wrapped in Regina's hand as they kissed heatedly. She had no eyes for his hands that reached up and began unbuttoning Regina's clothes, baring her bra-clad tits which were freed within a moment's notice. She had no eyes for his face either that was soon buried in the brunette's tits, kissing and nibbling hotly as he pleasured her. All she could do was stare at his magnificent hard cock being stroked by Regina.

"I think our guest here would like for us to get a move on," Harry remarked with a smirk toward Daphne who dragged her eyes up to his face, flushed. Harry turned back to Regina and grinned, "And I've been looking forward to this all day now."

"You've been looking forward to this?" Regina grinned. "Merlin, you've no idea how much I've been counting the hours. I bolted here as soon as I could."

Harry chuckled as he stepped forward, slapping his dick against Regina's glistening folds.

"Having an audience made you start teasing me now, huh?"

"Just making sure you're nice and ready for me," Harry replied.

"For you, I'm always ready. Now will you get on with it already?"

"So impatient," Harry whispered as he aligned himself with the brunette, and Daphne's wide eyes were glued to his manhood resting against Regina's entrance. She gasped just as Regina let out a loud moan when Harry pushed forward, sliding his member inside her.

"Ah, Morgana! I can't ever get enough of this!" Regina groaned and Daphne did not doubt how addictive the feeling must be. The brunette fell on her back, her large tits bouncing as Harry began to move his hips back and forth, feeding his large, thick cock into her quivering snatch.

Harry was in firm control of the pace and the ferocity of their sex. He grabbed Regina's right leg and lifted it vertically, pressing forward. Her leg remained aligned against his chest as Harry began to drive his cock deep inside her. He gazed at her barely clothed form, relishing in her sheer sexiness and the hot moans she was letting out. Her tits bounced on her chest, two soft mounds of flesh jiggling enticingly and he could not help but reach forward, grabbing her right breast in his palm and squeezing gently.

"Ah yes! Play with my tits, oh fuck me!"

Daphne's lips were parted wide, dry as fuck as she watched that thick and large cock repeatedly plunging inside Regina's gaping pussy. Her breaths came out in short gasps, her limbs frozen in place, as she gazed them go at it. She never saw Harry's eyes taking in her enraptured form or realized just why he sped up so quickly and began thrusting into Regina faster than he had ever before.

Regina loved how he fucked her and her moans intensified as Harry's hips sped up, smacking harder against her. Sex with him never felt repetitive and he had long since made her forget about all the encounters she'd ever had before being with him. This had been about making him more confident when it came to sex but he kept proving that it was her who was evolving thanks to his sexual prowess.

She kept moaning out loud, encouraging him, begging him to fuck her as hard as he could, urging him to take her as roughly as he wanted, pleading for him to use her, and all she could do was lay flat on her back on top of the desk with numerous tomes scattered on the floor where her flailing limbs had knocked them over, moaning and crying desperately.

The fact that the other girl was watching them so intensely going at it made her all the more hot and labored. Thus, it didn't surprise her at all when barely a few minutes in, her stomach coiled and she cried out in ecstasy.

Harry let out a chuckle as Regina orgasmed, shivering uncontrollably under his firm grip on her and he glanced over at Daphne who let out a loud gasp when she realized what was happening. She kept watching his cock sliding in and out of the brunette's gushing pussy and he smiled to himself when he saw the look of sheer desire on her face. He knew what was going on in her mind and he knew it wouldn't be long before he got what he wanted from her. For weeks now, he had been wanting Daphne, wanting to make her his, and just one look at her face told him he had her.

Harry was already enjoying Regina's sexiness and he didn't need anything else to stimulate him but the fact that the girl he wanted was watching this made him all the more motivated. He kept working relentlessly, fucking Regina through her orgasm and it was only when her shivering stopped that he switched things up.

He pulled Regina roughly to her feet, chuckling when she wobbled slightly.

"Spend already? I'm not done with you in the slightest," he said.

"You seem different from every other time," the brunette replied, smirking as she gazed at Daphne who watched them in silence. "Seems like you've got quite a motivation here."

Harry glanced at Daphne whose breath hitched as she stared deep into his emerald eyes that were filled with emotions she couldn't fathom but found herself affected by nonetheless. He turned back to Regina and positioned her so that she found herself with her front pressed against the desk. He lifted her right leg up, planting it on the desk as well as he aligned himself from behind.

"Ahh Morgana… yesss…" Regina moaned when he slid inside her from behind and started moving. A soft moan from the side made him glance at Daphne and he found her totally lost in her voyeurism. However, her mental fortitude reigned supreme as she did nothing but stare, desire written on her face.

He knew he had her. He could pull out of Regina right then and there, walk over to Daphne, pull her to her feet, and bend her over on that desk just like he had Regina bent over for him, and take her. However, he relented. Not because he did not want it, but because he wanted Daphne to admit it. She would be the one initiating things between them and he was confident that the time was imminent. For now, she could have as much fun as she wanted while watching him fuck Regina and quite possibly others.

Harry kept a firm hold on Regina by the back of her neck, keeping her firmly pressed against the desk as he had his way with her from behind. His hard cock slammed vigorously inside her, his hips slapping against her curvaceous rear making her cheeks jiggle, and with a grin, he delivered a resounding smack on her arse.

"Oh fuck!" Regina cried out. "Yes, Harry! Spank me, oh please spank me!"

"Don't mind if I do," he spanked her twice in quick succession, watching how the ivory skin slowly started turning a shade of pink. Every spank was followed by a cry of approval from the brunette but Harry did not miss how Daphne moaned or breathed sharply either. He filed it away for future reference, knowing now what the blonde was into as well.

"You're really on beast mode today," Regina gasped, crying out as Harry spanked her once again, driving his cock mercilessly into her orgasmic snatch and she firmly gritted her teeth when she felt another orgasm approaching her. "Ahh fuck!"

Harry grunted as she came for a second time, her inner walls tightening around him with far greater firmness than her first. He kept driving forward though, his orgasm still away by some margin. This voyeur play seemed to be exciting her far more than he'd thought.

Daphne moaned softly, breathing heavily when Regina orgasmed for the second time. She was a virgin but even she knew how tough it was for a witch to orgasm. However, for Harry to make the other witch cum not just once but twice while he still looked as if he was nowhere close made her realize just how good he truly was. Her emotions were all over the place and it was only because of her formidable control over her mind that kept her in place. She was desperately wishing something would happen. She was praying for Regina to say that she could not do it anymore and that he should ask her to get him off. It took all her willpower to not give in and mount him herself. Never before had she felt so intense urges and it both excited and terrified her.

She did not need to touch herself to know that her panties were entirely soaked with her desire. She did not need to feel herself to realize how hard and sensitive her nipples were as they poked against the fabric of her bra. And she did not need an expert in psychology to tell her how far down the path of debauchery she truly was when her desires had long been acknowledged by her.

She wanted Harry. She had no more doubts about it. And it terrified her. Not because she was nervous or anything, but because she had been feeling these sensations whenever she was around him. She felt as if she could forget everything if she gave herself to him, that he would take care of everything and she would have to worry about nothing at all. That she could place her trust in him and finally be free of this massive burden that she had been carrying ever since she had come to know about it.

What she had been feeling for Harry went beyond just sex, for it wasn't just sex for her. It was about giving herself to him, to be with him on such a deeply physical and emotional level that boundaries didn't exist between them. She knew Harry didn't want a partner, but she could not help but yearn to be one. It was not love. It was submission. It meant surrendering herself to him. To allow him to do whatever he wanted. And that terrified her.

Regina's loud cry of pleasure tore her out of her intense thoughts and Daphne breathed heavily as she watched her gushing all around him as he fucked her through her climax once again. She squirmed in place, squeezing her thighs and feeling her hot wetness as she watched his hard cock slick with her release slide out of her womanhood. She imagined herself being in Regina's place, bent over for Harry as he had her at his mercy and her breath hitched at the image her mind conjured, a pleasant tingle shooting straight through her core that made her shiver.

Her gaze traveled up his body, taking in his still-clothed frame and she wished he had taken them off, desirous to see him in all his glory. She kept at it until she reached his face and her sapphire orbs locked with his emeralds. She could not look away, no matter how mentally strong she was. He had this hold over her now that made her feel entirely powerless in front of him and it had never been more evident to her than today.

She did not even notice Regina who squatted in front of Harry and started sucking him off, and neither did he react. Both kept gazing deep into each other's eyes until Harry broke it off.

She blinked and watched how Harry used Regina's mouth to finally reach his orgasm, showering the older girl in his seed. She watched how Regina took everything excitedly, scooping up and helping herself to his hot cum. It was depraved and it was debauched, but by Morgana was it enticing, and all it did was make her wish she was the one in place of her.

-Break-

It was post-dinner and Daphne walked back to the Slytherin Common Room on her own, if she didn't take into account a certain brunette who trailed a few paces behind her.

Dinner had been a challenging affair and she had all but toyed with her food all the while, her mind constantly replaying that. She had somehow managed, and unsurprisingly, she had been one of the last ones to leave. However, there was a certain someone who had taken as much time as her during dinner and Daphne glanced over her shoulder at Regina Parkinson who walked slowly to their common room.

Regina's entire body was sore from the way Harry had used her today, but it did not affect her happiness in the slightest. She might be having trouble moving properly but she would not have it any other way. She glanced up and smirked at Daphne Greengrass walking ahead of her. The younger girl had done a remarkable job, much better than she would've done if she had been in her place, but there was no mistaking her true desires. She had seen it written all over her face, no matter how much she tried to hide it.

There was a chemistry between Greengrass and Harry, and it made her excited to see how things would progress between the pair of them. For the girl's sake, she hoped it wasn't a slow burn. She looked to be in the need for a good shagging and there was no one other than Harry to give her everything she wanted.

By the time she entered the common room, Greengrass was already there but so were a few other individuals who stood in front of the blonde. Regina scoffed to herself when she discovered who it was.

"Just what the hell were you doing with Potter, Greengrass?" Draco Malfoy asked snidely, his lips curled in an ugly sneer. Beside him stood her sister Pansy, as always, with those two trolls standing behind them, trying to look menacing. All around them, the few Slytherins who remained in the common room either stared with narrowed eyes, frowns, or exasperation.

"I don't see why it's any of your business," Daphne replied coolly, staring at Malfoy with an emotionless look on her face. Malfoy was visibly unnerved, just as many others were whenever Daphne was like that, but he held himself.

"It is the business of every Slytherin when one of our own associates with trash like him," Malfoy hissed. "So I'll ask again. What the hell were you—"

"I heard you the first time, so just save your breath. No one wants to listen to your whiny voice more than it's absolutely necessary," Daphne cut him off, making him glare at her. "And I won't repeat myself, so step out of my way before I make you."

"I'd like to see you try," Malfoy hissed, glaring. He spotted Regina standing near the doorway and his face set in one of disgust. "It was shameful enough that one of ours decided to sully herself with that filthy half-blood."

"What did I tell you about not letting your nutrition out when you speak, dumbfuck?" Regina called out as she walked over, standing beside Daphne.

"Don't test me, you harlot," Malfoy hissed. "You should've been banished from your family a long time ago. I don't know why Lord Parkinson just doesn't get it done with."

"Oh wow, the ponce takes a word out of his limited vocabulary once again," Regina mocked. "You know, Malfoy, you make me think you don't have a life of your own that you like living, or you wouldn't be interfering so much with what others do."

"Yeah, and yours is so exciting, eh? Being Potter's harlot must be so much fun."

"Oh look, the ponce with his limited vocabulary can't help but repeat his insult," Regina mocked once again, further adding to Malfoy's ire. She continued, "And yeah, being with Harry is indeed most exciting. The things he does to me…"

Daphne glanced at the older girl out of the corner of her eyes as she trailed off, sighing dreamily. Malfoy and his posse stared at her in disgust.

"Ah, just thinking about our time together makes me want to rush back and jump him again," Regina grinned. Turning to her sister, she continued, "You know Pansy, you'd throw this buffoon away within a second if you felt just a fraction of Harry. Oh Merlin, now that's a thought right there. How 'bout you come with me when I'm with him next time? I bet you'd love it so much you'll want to keep going for a repeat."

"Shut up!" Pansy cried out, her cheeks red in embarrassment. "I'd never touch a filthy half-blood like him! He is not even half a man my Draco is!"

Regina could only snort at that.

"Keep being a delusional idiot then. What do I care?" She shrugged. Turning to Daphne, she continued, "Oh, and I heard Harry asked Finn Rosier to make him a combat gear for the first task and that you went with your uncle today, right Greengrass? How did it go?"

Daphne glanced at the brunette who gave her a wink. Despite her emotions being a mess, the blonde could not help but catch on quickly and join in.

"Pretty well," she nodded. "We went down there and they recovered the parts they needed. Both parties agreed on a good deal."

"That's good. I didn't think those rumors were true, you know? Goes to tell how big of idiots people can be when they let their bigotry get in the way of thinking."

"Some people can't he helped sadly," Daphne agreed. "Well, there's no need to concern ourselves with those sort. They can keep being delusional."

"The hell are you two on about!?" Malfoy cried out, glaring. He turned to Daphne and hissed, "You let your uncle get in contact with Potter to help him in this tournament? What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"Not that it's any of your concern, but I saw a good business opportunity for my uncle and took it," Daphne said disdainfully. "It's not everyday that you get to sponsor someone like Harry Potter, and you don't get a material as rare as Basilisk scales to work with either."

A hush fell over the entirety of the Slytherin Common Room as everyone stared ahead in shock. Malfoy's mouth fell open in sheer disbelief alongside Pansy and the rest as they all gazed at Daphne who stood, entirely calm and composed. Beside her, Regina was grinning openly, enjoying herself.

"B-B-Basilisk!?" Someone cried out from a distant corner of the common room.

"The very same one that was responsible for the petrifications in our second year," Daphne said curtly. "Turns out all the rumors about him killing one in the Chamber of Secrets were true."

"Chamber of Secrets!?" A chorus of loud cries rang out all around them as people rushed forward, surrounding Daphne and Regina. Malfoy and his cronies shouted as they were pushed aside.

Daphne was suddenly assaulted with a million questions and exclamations regarding her excursion today to the Chamber of Secrets, with every Slytherin eager to know everything possible. Wide-eyed, the blonde tried to answer them to the best of her abilities while Regina watched, grinning. She caught Daphne's eyes and winked, making the lovely blonde shake her head in exasperation.

"All right, all right, folks! Gather 'round," she called out, making everyone turn to her. "Greengrass here looks like she's got a headache from Malfoy's migraine-inducing drivel. I know enough about this to tell you anything you wanna know. Let the poor girl leave, shall we?"

Regina winked at Daphne and gestured with her head toward the staircase that led to the girls' dormitories. Daphne walked over as the crowd parted for her, quickly getting back in place as the salvo of questions began.

-Break-

The next morning saw Daphne sitting at the Slytherin table on her own with her half-eaten breakfast in front of her. The reason for the interruption was an owl that delivered a small, curt letter for her—a letter she read discreetly after making sure no one was around to see what it said. Once she was done, she put it in a glass of water where the enchanted parchment dissolved as if it never existed. She replaced the glass with another and resumed her breakfast.

To no surprise of hers, the news of Harry commissioning a combat gear made of Basilisk scales had spread throughout Hogwarts like wildfire and it was all everyone was talking about. It overshadowed the fact that she had been seen with Harry around the castle the previous day, much to her relief. At least she would not have to tolerate any more questions from idiots who thought too much of themselves.

She was interrupted while eating once again when a certain witch took her seat right in front of her. Chewing, she glanced at a smiling Regina Parkinson who quickly started fixing her breakfast.

"Parkinson," she greeted cordially.

"Greengrass," Regina nodded, her lips quirked. "Now, before you even begin, let me tell you something. No thanks necessary."

Daphne gazed at her with a delicately raised eyebrow.

"All right, but let me tell you something as well. I didn't need your intervention last night. I can handle a ponce like him on my own."

"Oh I have no doubt you can, but I could see you couldn't be less bothered about Malfoy and his childish antics," Regina chuckled. "I just intervened so you couldn't hex him, which I know you wanted to. I didn't want to hear by idiot of a sister shouting like a banshee just because her baby Drakey put his foot in his mouth and got hurt."

Daphne shook her head amusedly as Regina started on her breakfast, prompting her to resume hers.

"Also," Regina said softly so that only she could hear. "I could see you had your head somewhere… else last night. Must've wanted some privacy very quickly to take care of matters, eh?"

Daphne flushed immediately as the girl gestured down with her eyes, her mind going back to the place it had been since the previous evening. The chuckling of Regina Parkinson in front of her didn't help matters either.

"Can't say I blame ya, to be honest. I should praise your self-control instead. I know I wouldn't have managed to be like you if I'd been in your place," Regina continued, smirking. "But then, since you want a front row seat for when Harry knocks that French bird down a peg, I guess that's needed. You're free to get a few more… practice sessions in if you want."

Daphne pointedly kept her eyes away from the older girl, instead focusing on her breakfast. She knew Parkinson was having the world of fun teasing her and she refused to give her more satisfaction than she already had.

"Good to know," she managed a curt voice somehow as she finished her breakfast. "I'll see you later."

"I'm sure you will," Regina smirked as she watched the blonde get out of her seat and walk toward the exit of the Great Hall. Glancing around, her eyes fell on a certain French veela and how she exuded superiority as she ate like a freaking doll. There were people who gave off vibes that clued you into the fact that they thought they were above everyone else, and Delacour fit the bill perfectly. Regina stared at the veela as she sipped her juice and she couldn't help but concur with Greengrass. That bint thought too highly of herself and deserved to be humbled.

-Break-

Fleur Delacour sat at the edge of the Ravenclaw table near the dais, surrounded by girls from both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, not that she paid them any mind. It was out of compulsion more than anything else. The males were all further away but they could still not keep their wits about themselves, much to her irritation.

She would've been an idiot to sit anywhere near them, which left only the girls to sit around.

She would have preferred to skip this nonsensical chore of taking meals in the Great Hall of Hogwarts altogether but Madame Maxime had told her in no uncertain terms that she had to eat in the castle alongside the rest of her peers, both to show solidarity and respect as a guest and a representative of not just her school but also her country. How she carried herself was a direct reflection of both and it was a responsibility her role as a champion in the Triwizard Tournament came with.

'Not a Triwizard Tournament anymore,' she thought scathingly, being reminded of that certain someone once again.

She was not new to troubles when it concerned the opposite sex. None in her vicinity could display even a semblance of decorum and self-control. They stared at her with those disgusting grins on their silly faces, even drooling in a lot of cases, and always with their eyes clouded with lust. It made her skin crawl with revulsion whenever she had the misfortune of laying her gaze on any one of those creeps.

However, that was not enough at all when it came to her irritation, for Harry Potter was the only person of the opposite sex who seemed entirely immune to her allure. He never reacted to her in any way that was remotely similar to the response a veela elicited from men and a few women alike and if things were different, it would have pleased her beyond measure. A veela searched for an immune man like that for her entire life and only the lucky ones met someone like him, for it was immensely rare to find a man who was not a little, but entirely immune to a veela's allure. However, in this case, this person was someone who had made a mockery of this tournament and all it stood for, which meant he had made a mockery of her dreams and ambitions. Even if he was immune, she could never respect him. Her pride would never allow her.

She would have preferred to be away from it all, but every time she was in the castle, she had to tolerate their lecherous stares and it made her shudder in revulsion because she knew what they all must be fantasizing about. Her revulsion made her resent coming to Hogwarts for meals, which made her angry at her helplessness about not being able to refrain from her duties as a champion, and the mere thought of this tournament constantly kept reminding her that her ambitions had been made a mockery of, which made her resent Harry Potter continuously. It was a vicious cycle that never stopped whenever she was in this castle.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur Delacour sighed. She was doing it again, getting worked up while thinking about Harry Potter. It was not too long until the first task and she could hardly wait. She would show both Harry Potter and the entire wizarding society.

Fleur was almost done with her breakfast when the mention of the very same individual made her pause. Try as she might, she could not help but listen in.

"And I heard from Brown who heard from Patil who heard from her sister, the one in our house, that Potter really did it," she heard one of the Hogwarts girls chirp excitedly. "Can you imagine? Potter will be wearing a gear made of Basilisk scales in the first task!"

Fleur's hand stilled, the glass pressed against her lips as she replayed the girl's words in her mind. She must have heard it wrong. She could have sworn the girl just said something about Basilisk scales. Silent and unmoving, Fleur listened.

"You mean he really killed a Basilisk last year!?" Another girl asked in wonder. "I thought it was just a rumor?"

"No! Brown told me Potter took Finn Rosier and his people down to the Chamber of Secrets last year. Remember we all saw them yesterday? Potter walking with Greengrass and a few more people?"

The girls around her all nodded, listening attentively. Fleur also found herself being a part of the crowd, even though she acted as if she was ignoring everything.

"Yeah, so they all went inside the Chamber of Secrets where Potter killed that Basilisk. I asked around, and because Potter killed it, he has full rights to the creature and what happens with it! Can you imagine? Potter was rich before, but with a Basilisk, he must be loaded now!"

Fleur tuned out the garbage, the glass still held against her lips. Her eyes were wide and unseeing as she gazed into the distance, her mind still processing those words. She remembered Madame Maxime telling her about those rumors of Potter killing a Basilisk and once again, these rumors had resurfaced.

Her first instinct was to dismiss all these rumors. There was no way Potter had killed a Basilisk of all things, and that too in his second year of magical education. It was impossible. These were all rumors spread by him and his friends like that Greengrass girl to bolster his image.

However, no matter how much she tried to reassure herself that those were all lies and embellished tall tales, doubts began seeping in as Fleur gripped the glass tightly.

Suddenly, a hushed silence enveloped the entire Great Hall as everyone turned toward the entrance. Curious, Fleur put the glass back on the table. As she turned to see what it was, her eyes widened.

Harry Potter strode in confidently, his gaze affixed at nothing as he made his way over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the way everyone stared at him or started whispering excitedly, and try as she might, Fleur Delacour could not help but keep her eyes firmly on him, her mind swirling with uncertainty.

For the first time in her life, she was the one staring at someone from the opposite sex instead.

TBC.

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