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AN: This story takes place in Harry, Daphne, and Hermione's 8th year at Hogwarts. They are eighteen years old at the time of this story.

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With the death of Voldemort, peace had finally returned to Britain. The government, now under control of the new Minister for Magic, was working to undo the pains that Voldemort’s regime had created. And as such endeavours took place, so too did Hogwarts seek to return to its former glory.

Having suffered through the painful year when the Carrow twins ruled Hogwarts underneath Headmaster Snape, Daphne was more than happy to have things return to normal. Despite being pure-blooded, her family had never fallen into the lies and schemes of those families who believed that blood was what mattered above all. It was magic that was ultimately king, and Daphne never cared where it came from. Her best friend, Tracey, was a half-blood, and anyone who dared had a problem against her thus had a problem with Daphne herself.

That was why Headmistress McGonagall made Daphne the newest Slytherin prefect. After Pansy had refused to continue in the position, having left Hogwarts to complete her studies at home, there were few options amongst the 8th-year students. Rather than leave the task to Millicent, that pig-headed woman, or Tracey, who would struggle to deal with the few proud pure-bloods who remained at Hogwarts, Daphne chose to accept the position and do the best that she could.

It was quite an easy role for her. With most of the radical pure-bloods refusing to send their children back to Hogwarts, Daphne was left with only the moderates and non-pure-blooded students to deal with, which made things quite easy for her. She helped keep her house in line. Her co-prefect, Blaise Zabini, wasn’t particularly interested in doing any of the actual work involved, so he left it all up to her, which she was quite fine with. It left her rulings unchallenged and her priorities clear.

So, unlike many people, Daphne had adapted well to the recent changes at Hogwarts.

Hermione Granger, a witch that she was all-too familiar with thanks to their many shared electives, was in charge of managing the patrol schedules at nighttime and the routes that the prefects would take upon any Hogsmeade weekend. Daphne had been the first to approach her for a preferable schedule, and Hermione had been eager to offer it to her. She supposed it was in great part due to the hope that it would allow Daphne to better manage her Slytherins, but there was also the reality that they were two of the most brilliant witches at Hogwarts, and so there was a degree of mutual respect between the two of them.

And although Daphne had found a favourable schedule for herself, it could never truly erase the monotony that came with patrolling an old castle. Hermione preferred to shake things up, so rather than Slytherins and Hufflepuffs covering the lower floors while Ravenclaws and Gryffindors covered the upper ones, the roles were reversed.

“You can handle the patrol tonight on your own, right?” Blaise had said to Daphne as he walked away from her, waving over his shoulder.

Disrespect and a lack of duty was common from Blaise, and so long as none of the other Slytherins dared to take a cue from it, she was content to let him act as he did. Once he’d escaped back up towards his private dormitory, Daphne headed out on her own.

It was wonderful to find the castle so quiet at night again. Rather than listening to the screaming of students being tortured, all that remained now was the near-silent shifting of the staircases and the occasional muttering from portraits as Daphne climbed higher and higher into the castle.

Once she found herself upon the seventh floor, she began in the area that she most often did: right by the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

Despite Headmistress McGonagall repeatedly assuring the students that the room was temporarily closed off, that didn’t stop many of them from trying to regain access to it. The location of the primary entrance was an open secret by now, and so it was quite common to find students lingering about.

Daphne was quiet as she reached the corner before the corridor. As she peered around it, she bit back a pained sigh before stepping out.

“Hawkins, Cleeworth, Maybury!” Daphne barked loudly, shocking the three of them that were standing next to the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. “That’s ten points from each of you, and if I don’t hear from the Headmistress that you’re back in your dorms within the next fifteen minutes, you can be sure that suspension is next on the way!”

The three of them quickly disappeared from the corridor, sprinting as quickly as their little legs could take them.

Honestly, this was too tedious for Daphne to deal with. These young kids were finally revolting against their expectations now that things were safe to do so. Maybe if she was a few years younger, she could understand it, but now that she was eighteen years old, all of this seemed so childish.

But that was the nature of her work as a prefect.

Steadily, Daphne worked her way through the seventh floor before making her way down to the sixth floor. She found a couple out of bed hiding away in an old classroom, and all it took was a sharp knock at the door and a painful waiting period of forty seconds before they managed to get their clothes back on so that they could leave.

The rest of the sixth floor was quiet and absent of any students who were supposed to be in bed, so Daphne continued down to the fifth floor. It too was just as silent, so she went down to the fourth floor where she happened to catch two second-year Slytherins trying to sneak upstairs to duel some stupid Gryffindors. Daphne sent them away with a promised detention with Professor Slughorn before completing her route.

“Tempus,” Daphne murmured, checking the time. It was a little over forty minutes before her patrol was supposed to be over with. She must’ve cleared the floors too quickly.

Oh well, it wasn’t as though she was about to do her patrols all over again until the arbitrary time limit struck.

While the thought of returning to her bed was quite a treat, Daphne knew that she was far-too awake to fall asleep so suddenly. All of these late-night patrols had left her frequently lying awake at night, second guessing her decisions making. A bit of relaxation was due before she returned, and she knew just the perfect place to find it.

At this time of night, the Prefect’s Bathroom was perfectly isolated and quiet. Daphne climbed up to the fifth floor and then entered the password to enter this private chamber.

“Hello?” She called out, but no one replied.

Smiling to herself, Daphne began stripping out of her robes as quickly as she could. Her heels were painfully sore from scouring the upper floors of the castle, and her limbs needed a well-deserved break. She stowed all of her clothes inside of a small storage nook and wrapped her body in a fluffy-white towel as she entered into the main room with the baths.

There was one massive pool-sized tub that dominated the room, but several smaller tubs lined the exterior of it. They came in several shapes, often in stars, moons, or geometrical shapes. Daphne preferred the triangular pool as she could choose any corner to sit in and then rest her feet upon the submerged stool in any of the other corners.

The pool was right around the corner from the main entryway. Daphne settled up right beside it, removed her towel and hung it up on a hook on the wall, and then slid her body into the perfectly hot water.

Honestly, were it not for the fact that she could use these baths whenever she wanted, Daphne would’ve had second thoughts about taking on this job.

Stretching her foot out of the pool, she used her toes to fiddle with a couple of taps until they started dumping in soothing and calming bubbles into the bath. The bubbles literally did exactly that thanks to the potions that went into making them, and it wasn’t long before Daphne felt a deep sense of peace come over her.

And in that moment of peace, it was time for her favourite activity here in these baths.

Her eyes fluttered closed, knowing that the bath would wake her up after an hour of sleep. The tubs would keep her from risk of drowning.

In just a few moments, Daphne fell asleep as the water gently comforted her.

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“You’ve been doing so good lately,” Hermione whined as she tugged on Harry’s hand. “You said that you wanted to be better than just fumbling around like you were during the Triwizard Tournament.”

“I know,” Harry sighed as he walked alongside her. “But I really want to get to bed.”

He’s just tired, Hermione thought to herself. Another late-night patrol was weighing on him, but she knew how to cheer him up.

“We can swim naked again,” Hermione suggested with a sly smile. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “And maybe I’ll give you a little reward if you do well.”

At that, Harry’s eyebrows perked up. “I guess we can always skip Transfiguration in the morning.”

“Please,” Hermione giggled. “We’re still going to class. This is just my way of making sure that you’ll have a good night's sleep after I’ve drained all of your energy.”

She reached down and gave his cock a playful squeeze through his trousers, and his eyes suddenly ignited with a fire that had Hermione giggling with excitement as she took off running away from him. It only took a second before she heard Harry’s footsteps thundering after her as they sprinted down the corridors until they finally came to the Prefect’s Bathroom.

Hermione was halfway through giving the password when Harry grabbed her and hoisted her up into the air. He was kissing her neck and undoing the top buttons of her shirt with his teeth.

“Put me down,” Hermione laughed as she playfully slapped his shoulder. “This’ll be your reward after we work on your swimming.”

Harry groaned in disapproval but put her down regardless. “Fine, but just know that I’m not going to hold back.”

“On your swimming?” Hermione asked innocently.

“On either thing,” Harry growled. He kept his arm around her waist as he pulled her back over to the door. “Scintillating waters.”

The password opened up the door, and they quickly hurried inside. Mist filled the room; evidently, whoever had been in here last had turned up the temperature a bit. Hermione couldn’t help but giggle as Harry raced to tear off his clothes. “Go get warmed up in the big pool. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I’d rather watch you get undressed,” he replied.

“You can watch me from the pool,” she smiled at him. “Go on now.”

She waited until she heard him splash into the water before she took a step closer to the main room, just barely within the moonlight shining in from the stained glass window. Harry’s eyes were on her as he did some slow practice laps around the large pool. Hermione decided to reward him for following her orders so dutifully.

Tugging at her top, she finished undoing the last few buttons that Harry had left untouched and let the smooth fabric fall back from her shoulders. Her pale-white bra covered her perky breasts quite well, so she bent forward, letting him get a good look at her cleavage as she pulled down her black thigh high stockings. She kicked off her shoes and then pulled the stockings off one by one before twirling in place and bending over for him again, letting him get a good look at her ass as she flipped her skirt up.

“Keep swimming,” Hermione said as she teased him by swaying her hips from side to side. Her thin panties showed a perfect outline of her labia, and she could feel Harry’s gaze piercing into her. “Harry?”

“Fine,” he grumbled as he went back to it, but his gaze remained as focused as before.

Hermione removed the pin holding her skirt in place and let it fall from her body before she focused on her panties. With a painful slowness, she steadily pulled them down, letting Harry experience every painful second of watching the fabric slowly pull away from her until her pussy was finally unveiled.

Smiling to herself, Hermione gave Harry one last moment to admire her beauty before she strutted towards the pool. He was swimming laps as she’d requested, but he came to a stop the moment she began to sink into the water. Only once she was up to her neck did he finally move again.

“You’re unbelievably beautiful, you know that?” He told her.

She wasn’t quite sure about that, but it was nice to hear. There were plenty of other witches who were just as, if not more, attractive than her who were also interested in Harry, but he’d chosen her. That meant more to her than words could express.

And it was the sole reason she ever invited anyone else into their bed.

Harry was utterly insatiable in the bedroom. No matter how many times he came, he was always ready for another round. Hermione had loved it at first, but once her body fully understood the consequences of getting fucked so hard regularly, she had to institute breaks. She’d seen the disappointment and understanding in Harry’s eyes when she’d told him, and that only drove her to find a solution.

Potions were only temporary, and their effects would be lessened with regular use. Spells were similar, and unless she wanted to be turned into an unfeeling doll for Harry to fuck to his heart’s content, then there wasn’t an easy solution that didn’t have a significant trade off.

Thus came Hermione’s idea to invite Parvati to join them one evening.

It started innocently enough, and though Harry had protested that he only wanted Hermione and no one else, Hermione’s urging and Parvati’s beauty had won him over in the end. Hermione had found an unexpected sort of glee watching him turn Parvati into a quivering mess in their bed, and ever since then, it’d been a fun treat for the two of them to share.

Luna, Lisa Turpin, Susan Bones, and even Ginny had joined them from time to time, and Harry showed them all what a stud he was. But on most nights, Hermione had him all to herself.

“Enough flattery,” Hermione smiled as she pushed him away. “It’s time to practice holding your breath underwater.”

“Can’t we start with something easier?” Harry complained.

“Hey, if you can keep your eyes open underwater, you can stare at my boobs and—”

Harry disappeared beneath the surface of the water.

Hermione giggled to herself. If there was one surefire way of tempting Harry, it was through sex. And honestly, she thought that he liked how he nagged her. It was a little game they played where Harry tried to get whatever he could out of it, and it really made Hermione feel desired.

Just to tease him a bit more, she squeezed one of her breasts in the palm of her hand for a moment.

When he finally surfaced again, Hermione clapped her hands in applause.

“Three minutes and forty-six seconds. That’s nearly fifteen seconds better than a couple weeks ago!”

Harry gasped for air and grabbed onto the side of the pool. “That’s good.”

“Next week, we’ll see if you’re any better at holding your breath while swimming underwater instead of just being stationary,” Hermione mentally noted the idea. “Now, why don’t we work on your balance control underwater.”

They carried on through various exercises, taking up the better part of an hour. Hermione always kept a close watch over Harry and helped to adjust his body as he went through the motions whenever he needed a bit of help, but he was doing a much better job at correcting himself now than he used to be. Without Gillyweed to aid him, he’d taught his body well.

“I think that should just about do it for tonight,” Hermione said as they finished up the cool-down laps.

“You remember what you promised me, don’t you?” Harry asked her as he eyed her body hungrily.

Hermione grinned slyly at him and gripped the edge of the pool. “You tell me,” she said as she slowly hoisted her body out, letting Harry watch the rivulets of water run down her curves. He tried to pull her back into the water, but Hermione slid herself across the damp floor and over to some of the smaller pools that lined the sides of the room. There was a shallow circular one that had a ringed bench right along the edge that made it perfect for Hermione’s plans.

The water only came up to her about her waist as she splashed into the pool, but once she placed her knees on the bench and bent herself over the edge of the pool, her ass was sticking out above the water level.

“I’ve still never seen an ass as perfect as yours,” Harry groaned as he entered the pool behind her. His thick cock was hard now and bobbing above the water as he swept up behind her. He gave her ass cheek a hard spank and then stretched it to the side, showing off her pink pussy between her thighs.

“It looks even better when it’s bouncing off of your hips,” Hermione purred.

As his thick cock prodded at her entrance, Hermione pushed back against him and lowered her chin down to her crossed arms on the edge of the pool. He was going to give it to her hard and rough, and so she needed to be settled in perfectly for it.

But just as he pushed inside of her, Hermione gasped.

It wasn’t from the sudden intrusion of his thick cock that caused her alarm.

It was the surprised face of Daphne Greengrass who appeared over the edge of a distant pool.

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Being awoken so suddenly hadn’t been Daphne’s intention when she’d taken a nap. It was rare to ever see anyone in the prefect’s bathroom at the same time as her, especially at this hour. She heard wet footsteps slapping against the stone floor before someone dropped into a tub just a couple away from hers. Then, she heard someone else drop in there too.

Great, a couple had come in here for a shag. Knowing her luck, it wouldn’t even be a prefect. Probably just a couple idiots who had somehow learnt the passphrase and decided to sneak it.

Daphne sat up and stared over in the direction of the noise, only to recoil in surprise when she saw Hermione Granger of all people staring back at her. Then the brunette gasped, and Daphne suddenly realised that Harry was right behind her, pushing his—

“Harry,” Hermione hissed.

However, he didn’t take the hint that something was wrong. “Hermione,” he groaned her name like a true lover’s and started thrusting his hips back and forth.

Hermione’s cheeks quickly went pink as the sound of Harry’s hips smacking off of her ass filled the air. Daphne seriously couldn’t believe that she was watching Harry and Hermione fuck right in front of her. She knew Hermione well enough from their shared classes, but she only really knew Harry through reputation and the occasional prefect meeting.

But right now, she thought of a new way she could make his acquaintance.

Hermione tried to cry out again, but her voice fell into pleasure-filled whimpers as Harry fucked her mercilessly from behind. Despite just waking, the heat inside of Daphne’s core roared with need. She bit her lower lip imagining herself in Hermione’s place, getting fucked by whatever magnificent cock Harry had to make Hermione act so wild.

“So fucking tight,” Harry said as he spanked Hermione’s ass again. “I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

Hermione squealed in pleasure and had to bite her arm to stop herself from crying out even more. Her eyes flickered up to Daphne’s, drinking in the blond’s reaction to it all.

Mustering all of her confidence, Daphne lifted herself out of the pool entirely, only then capturing Harry’s notice. She must’ve looked like a goddess emerging from the mists the way his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. It was so much that he even stilled inside of Hermione’s pussy.

“Daphne?!” He exclaimed in surprise. His eyes flickered between Hermione and Daphne until a look of understanding crossed his eyes. He chuckled and leaned forward to get close to Hermione’s ear. “You arranged this, didn’t you?”

“Go on, Hermione,” Daphne said, her voice full of amusement. “Tell him.”

Harry shifted himself, pushing his cock as deep into Hermione’s pussy as it could go, and she let out a guttural moan.

“Yes,” she lied easily. “All my idea.”

“You’re too good to me,” Harry said, kissing her cheek.

Taking that as her invitation, Daphne continued to saunter over towards the pool. “Hermione’s told me so much about how good you are in bed, but I needed to see it for myself.”

His eyes sparkled with lust. “And what have you thought of the performance so far?”

“You’re not bad,” Daphne lied casually. “I just don’t know if Hermione’s extra sensitive or if you actually know what to do with your cock.”

“Why don’t you line up next to her and see for yourself?” Harry suggested.

“Gladly,” Daphne smiled. As she knelt down right next to Hermione, she grinned at the woman who was so willingly sharing her partner. “Thank you,” she mouthed silently.

But Harry didn’t go for Daphne right away. His hand seemed keen to fondle her ass, but he went right back to fucking Hermione. Seeing the cute brunette’s body bounce and hearing her whimpering cries kept turning Daphne on more and more, and she could feel her wetness beginning to drip down onto her inner thigh.

After nearly a minute, Daphne looked back with an annoyed expression. “You’re certainly doing a wonderful job of proving yourself to me. I’ve never been so taken with a lover before.”

“I can’t neglect Hermione after a gift like this,” Harry replied, almost smugly, as though he enjoyed making her wait.

“You’re tormenting the poor witch,” Hermione said, her voice full of amusement. “Give her a taste.”

“As you say,” Harry said.

Suddenly, a long, thick cock slapped across Daphne’s ass. She shivered in excitement at the feeling of it. Unlike most witches, she was far more content to use toys to keep herself entertained since most men seemed to be utterly incompetent in bed, and she grew to love the larger ones. Harry’s cock felt like it’d scratch that exact itch that she had.

When the tip of his cock began to part her labia though, Daphne realised that he was even bigger than she’d thought. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan as he pushed inside of her, stretching out her walls beyond what any of her toys did. It was only slightly uncomfortable at first, but once he’d nicely filled her up, Daphne’s body pulsed in excitement.

“Ready?” Harry asked her.

Daphne snorted. “Please, I’ve had bigger. I can handle—!”

Her voice turned into a screech of surprise as Harry reared back and slammed into her hard. Her waist smacked painfully against the edge of the pool and her sensitive nipples dragged across the wet floor. Daphne quickly shifted her weight back and adjusted the positioning of her knees to stop herself from being knocked forward so quickly as Harry slammed into her again.

“Fuck!” Daphne finally cried out.

“Isn’t he delightful?” Hermione commented dreamily. Out of the corner of her eye, Daphne could see that Hermione was reaching under her body, presumably to rub her clit to keep some pleasure going while Harry was busy fucking Daphne. “How does she feel, love?”

“Tight,” Harry grunted as he spanked Daphne’s ass. The stinging pain was instantly overridden by the pleasure of his wonderful cock.

Daphne quickly realised that whatever she’d expected from Harry, it wasn’t this. It felt like every nerve in her body was alight with ecstasy. The hazy mists swirled around her, warming her exposed skin. But that wasn’t the only thing warming it.

When Hermione’s soft lips first touched Daphne’s shoulder, she’d thought that it’d just been her imagination. But then the brunette kept kissing her way up until she reached Daphne’s face, and she turned to meet her.

“Merlin, you two are so hot,” Harry groaned as Daphne and Hermione finally kissed. It was awkward to do with Daphne’s body jostling about so much, but Hermione seemed to have some practice in holding someone else in place, so the kiss was less sloppy than Daphne would’ve expected. Hermione eagerly pushed her tongue into Daphne’s mouth, dominating and taking complete control.

So, the rumours of them inviting people into their bed is true, Daphne realised. She was insulted that she, the most gorgeous witch at Hogwarts, hadn’t been invited by now, but she supposed that she could forgive them both since they were doing so much to make up for it.

Just as Daphne felt her walls beginning to pulse faster around Harry’s cock, he suddenly pulled out of her. Furious, Daphne was ready to raise her protest, only to hesitate when Hermione let out a cry of pleasure.

Evidently, Harry found it quite entertaining to switch between Daphne and Hermione’s pussies. He’d fuck each of them for a few thrusts at a time before switching to the other. And as much as Daphne wanted to complain and hog him all to herself, she had to admit that it was quite hot watching Hermione lose herself to Harry’s cock. She was clearly building up to her own orgasm too.

When Hermione screamed Harry’s name in pleasure, Daphne started rubbing her own clit furiously to keep up her arousal. Harry stayed buried inside of Hermione’s pussy up until the moment that she fell forward in exhaustion, and then he switched right back to Daphne.

Within just a couple of thrusts, Daphne felt her insides coil and explode in a fiery burst of pleasure. The world spun, and she felt like she couldn’t control her body as she thrashed about and tried to squeeze his cock dry. But he didn’t cum in her, which disappointed Daphne until he made his desire known.

“Get your faces together,” Harry groaned as he pulled out of Daphne’s still-spasming pussy.

Daphne and Hermione pressed their cheeks together and stared up at Harry, who was stroking his cock wildly with both hands. His thick shaft was pulsing with energy, and Daphne instinctively opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

With a deep roar, Harry’s cock fired out a thick load of cum that splattered across Daphne and Hermione’s faces. His seed dripped down her upper lip and onto her waiting tongue before Harry angled the perfect follow-up shot to fill her mouth up with cum. He kept spewing cum all over their faces until they were covered, and then he collapsed back into the pool, exhausted.

At least, he was up until Daphne took the initiative and started licking Harry’s cum off of Hermione’s face. Then, his cock was back in his hands and he was ready for them to bend over again.

“He can go all night if you let him,” Hermione warned Daphne as she spread her cheeks wide open so that Harry could get to her pussy.

“Good,” Daphne grinned. “It’s been too long since I’ve had fun like this.