Maternity Leave Chapter 2, Potions (Daphne Greengrass)

The first chapter was extremely well liked, so this won't be the last chapter. I may even stretch it to be ten or more chapters, with things like Lavender as the nurse and another girl for every Professor position.

Harry Potter was working hard in his office when the door was slammed open so hard that it cracked against the wall. He looked up, setting his quill down calmly as if his office hadn’t just been stormed into.

“Did you need something, Professor Greengrass?” Harry asked calmly.

For that’s who it was: his potion master coworker closed the door behind her. She marched up to his desk at a pace that made her buxom figure jiggle straight through her robes. When she arrived in front of Harry, she planted her hands on his desk and leaned over it partially.

“I know that you did it,” she said.

“I do a lot of things, Professor Greengrass,” Harry said. “Teaching, playing Quidditch, spending time with students… You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“More specific?” Daphne asked. “Fine. I know that you’re the one who shoved your dick into Professor Clearwater and came until she was knocked up.”

“That was certainly a lot of detail,” Harry said. He was nonplussed, by and large, by Daphne’s sudden accusation. “Do you have a reason to think that?”

“After how many times the two of you disappeared together? And then, suddenly, a single woman is pregnant. It’s insulting to my intelligence to imply that I couldn’t make the connection,” Daphne declared. “It’s clear you’re the one who impregnated her!”

This accusation was punctuated by Daphne lifting her finger and pointing it in Harry’s face. Harry looked at her finger, then moved his pupils up to meet Daphne’s eyes.

“Yes, I’m the one who did it,” he said.

When Daphne didn’t answer promptly, Harry continued:

“I don’t really see what concern it is of yours. Professor Clearwater and I are happy and comfortable in our arrangement. I haven’t taken advantage of her, if that’s your concern.”

“That’s not my concern,” Daphne said.

“Then what IS your concern?” Harry asked.

“My concern? You want to know my concern?” Daphne said.

Harry lifted one of his eyebrows, implying OBVIOUSLY he wanted to know, since he had asked her.

“I’ll tell you my concern!” Daphne said. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME!”

The office became deathly silent in the wake of her sudden scream.

“I’m sorry?” Harry said. “Could you repeat that?”

“I will not repeat it, you heard what I said!” Daphne said. She straightened, taking her hands off Harry’s desk and crossing them across her stomach, propping up her breasts, which were the second best pair in Hogwarts. “I had our lives completely planned, and I put so much work into doing it, just for you to mess it up!”

“Daphne…” Harry switched to her first name. “We spoke to each other for the first time three years ago. We’ve never been on a date. I thought we were just coworkers.”

“Well… We are,” Daphne said. “You never approached me the way that you were supposed to, in order to properly rehabilitate me from my Slytherin ways. That was supposed to happen when we were twenty one. At twenty three, we would become engaged after eighteen months of passionate dating. And at twenty four we would have our first child, then our second one at twenty six, and I would take care of them while showering them with love and care.”

She said all this in a single breath without sounding winded. Harry could only say one thing:

“Daphne… This is the first time you’ve shown ANY interest in me.”

Daphne Greengrass, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, turned bright pink like a teenager in love.

“Obviously,” she said, unable to meet Harry’s eyes. “Confessions are EMBARRASSING.”

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. He might’ve been the first man in history to make such a gesture after being confessed to by a woman as beautiful as Daphne. Harry just couldn’t help it. She was being tremendously difficult. He was trying to navigate this situation rationally, which was made more difficult by how his dick was rising in his pants as he pictured the work that would go into making two children with Daphne. Every wizard who looked at her couldn't help but imagine her naked at least once, so Harry’s fantasies had a head start.

“As flattered as I am by all of this, you can’t hold it against me or Penelope,” Harry said. “I’m sorry that your expectations haven’t been matched. I think we should figure out how to go forward from here.”

“There’s nothing to think about,” Daphne said. “You’re dating her… and that’s that. I simply wanted to get this off of my chest.”

Her tone no longer sounded aggrieved. She was speaking in a muted, downtrodden way, yet she didn’t sound completely mournful. Harry realized that she knew she’d been behaving irrationally as well as anyone did. The fact was, Daphne thought her dreams had been shattered, so she wanted to at least get them off of her chest.

Harry had to point out just one thing. “Daphne, Penelope and I aren’t dating.”

Daphne’s eyes locked onto him. “Her stomach is bulging with your child.”

“Well, we’re in some kind of a relationship,” Harry said, “but I wouldn’t call it exclusive.”

Daphne was silent, leaving Harry to clear his throat awkwardly. Eventually, she reached into her robes and took out a full potion vial filled with a bright pink liquid. She was the potion master; Harry couldn’t recognize it solely off of its appearance. 

In front of Harry’s eyes, Daphne tilted the potion back and slurped up its contents. When the vial was empty, she licked her lips to catch any drops she hadn’t gotten. Harry’s erection twitched inside of his pants. 

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“We’re already twenty five,” Daphne said. “That means we need to get back on track.”

She grabbed her robes directly in the middle between two of the buttons. Empowered by lust and love, Daphne heaved, tearing apart her robes and scattering buttons all over the room. When she stepped forward, letting her loosened robes lids off her body, she revealed a set of lingerie that was as thin as tissue paper and looked mightily expensive. Harry could see her nipples straight through the bra. Daphne’s body had thick thighs, wide hips, and of course those incredible breasts.

“Daphne… That wouldn’t happen to have been a fertility potion you took, would it?” Harry asked.

“Silly,” Daphne said, looking at Harry with a lidded gaze. “How else are we supposed to make sure my womb does its job?”

Harry stood up.

LINE BREAK

PLAM! PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!

“OH! AH! AH! HARRY! HA—MMMM HARRY!”

Daphne turned her back to be able to look at Harry while he fucked her from behind. The tie that he wore with his robes was still on, albeit loosened, hanging down over his bare chest. The rest of Harry’s clothes were gone. He was holding Daphne’s broad hips and powerfully thrusting into her pussy, making her cheeks sing.

PLAM! PLAM! PLAM!

“You’re the best! The biggest!” Daphne screamed. “Penny was keeping this to herself? How… GREEDY!”

She orgasmed as she screamed, squirting all over Harry’s dick. He lifted one of his hands and spanked her ass. 

Crack!

“AH!” Daphne squealed.

Her bra had been hurled across the room after Harry ripped it off of her body. Her panties were down around her ankles. Harry had her bent over his desk, using it to hold her up while he took her from behind. Harry spanked her two more times in quick succession, causing Daphne to scream and cum again.

“YES! YES! I WANTED THIS FOR SO LONG!” Daphne screamed.

Harry could feel it from how her body reacted. Everywhere he touched, it was like his body carried an electrical current with it, stimulating Daphne without end. She was squirting like her pussy was a faucet that had been left turned on. She kept her neck turned at all times, staring back to remind herself that Harry was the man behind her, and no one else.

Harry grabbed her arms. Pulling on her wrists, he made Daphne stand up. When she had risen he kept fucking her, not slowing down any. Her back touched his chest and he could lean his head forward, meeting her lips. Daphne quit screaming his name as his tongue slithered past her thick, kissable lips. Their makeout session was wet, sloppy, and above all, passionate.

Daphne fed years of repressed desire into her tongue as it sloshed against Harry’s. With her eyes closed, she made cute little moans while his dick repeatedly pounded the entrance to her womb. As many times as Daphne had already cum, Harry was still yet to give his first orgasm. It was building, just waiting to come out.

Daphne could feel that it was on its way. Her tits were swinging wildly on her chest every time Harry’s body collided with hers. Her tongue actually slipped out of Harry’s mouth at one point as pleasure overcame her sense of coordination. Harry let go of one of her wrists and cupped her cheek, tilting her face back to kiss her properly again. 

The creampie came suddenly and, as always, without any warning. Harry didn’t even give a verbal heads up since his tongue and mouth was busy. Daphne felt him give a thrust like any other, followed by a warm bomb going off between her legs. Harry’s swimmers shot into her like biological heatseeking missiles; with the potion she gulped down before starting, they were sure to find their mark. It wasn’t a matter of IF Daphne would get pregnant, only when she would start showing the signs. 

Their kiss went into remission, their lips separating as they caught their breath, spit going between their mouths. 

“You actually did it…” Daphne said. Her voice was raw because of all the loud screaming she had been doing.

“I told you I would. Did you expect anything different?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t have any idea what to expect when I marched in here…” Daphne said. 

Harry pulled his dick out of her. When he did, cum ran along Daphne’s inner thighs, dripping down toward her ankles. Harry paid no attention to that and turned Daphne around to face him fully. He grabbed her ass, dragging her close, mashing her tits against his chest.

“I’m going to be honest about this, Daphne,” Harry said. “When a woman like you walks into a man’s office and drinks a fertility potion like that, after THAT confession, anyone is doing what I just did.”

“When you say a woman like me…?” Daphne asked.

“Sexy.” Harry squeezed his right hand, turning his grip into a vice on one of her ass cheeks. “Beautiful.” Harry tightened his other hand to match that grip. “Intelligent.” Harry leaned closer, bringing his lips centimeters away from Daphne’s. At the last second, he turned his lips to the side, moving past Daphne’s mouth to whisper in her ear. “And breedable.”

Harry eased his dick back inside of Daphne’s body, squeezing it in while they remained pressed together. Daphne moaned and started painting as she felt him reenter her. Harry’s dick made a wet noise as it was inserted, having to push past the cum that he’d filled her with.

“Again?” Daphne asked quietly, feeling his tip reintroduce itself to her cervix, this time brushing against it instead of pounding it, since Harry inserted himself so gently.

“Over and over again,” Harry said. “All night.”

He moved his hips back and gave another full thrust. Daphne cried out. That thrust began a nonstop frenzy as Harry fucked Daphne all over his office in every position he could think of, bending her over and pinning her down and turning her on her side. He let Daphne take a turn on top, before her legs became too weak to keep going. Harry’s stamina had never been in question. With the help of his power as a wizard, Harry was able to keep going for hours on end. Daphne’s magically primed pussy was flooded with enough cum to make her potion redundant. 

Eventually,when her cunt was thoroughly flooded, Harry changed to cumming on the rest of her body. He glazed her tits, gave her a facial, fucked the gap between her breasts and came in the chasm, and after doggystyle even covered her back in his cum. After a few rounds, Daphne expressed her disbelief at how much semen he could produce. When Harry kept going, eventually going for more than five times that long, she lost her ability to speak, reduced to moaning like the world’s sexiest inferus.

By the time the two of them finally finished, Harry had to find a new office for the next week, on account of the smell of sex lingering in a way that no amount of air freshening charms could negate.