Peeping Potter (Harry/Daphne Commission)

Harry Potter’s sixth year had been anything but smooth sailing so far. He was sure that Draco Malfoy was up to something even though nobody believed him. If that wasn’t enough to have on his mind, there were his meetings with Professor Dumbledore while they dissected Tom Riddle’s past. All the while, people died and met even worse fates across Britain at the hands of death eaters.

When it got to be too much, Harry went exploring. He knew plenty of the castle’s secrets and he was rapidly learning even more. Recently, he had been accessing Salazar Slytherin’s Chamber of Secrets. 

There was no danger now that the basilisk was dead. With its eyes plucked out by Fawkes, its magically preserved corpse couldn’t do anything to harm Harry. The first time Harry visited the chamber again, four years after he first rescued Ginny there, Harry did it on a mere whim. However, while he was down there, he discovered something he never could have expected.

Starting from the chute in the girl’s bathroom, tunnels branched all over the school. They were completely hidden from anyone outside of them. There were places where Harry, as he explored them, could peer through the eyes of statues or suits of armor and look upon students walking by. There was a thrill to it, so Harry kept exploring. He still hadn’t told Ron and Hermione about this, the latter of whom would almost certainly want to report it to a faculty member.

It was just Harry’s little secret. Tonight, he was going deeper into the tunnel system than he ever had before. The tunnel he found himself in persistently traveled up for so long that Harry’s legs burned from his climb. 

He suddenly stopped. After walking for so long, he heard voices. Was someone in here with him? 

That was impossible unless there was a second entrance. Only Harry, as a parselmouth, could access the Chamber of Secrets.

He realized that these voices were coming from one of the spyholes he described before. Harry could see light spilling into the passage and smelled steam leaking through it. Harry approached the viewing place and looked through it.

Right away, he was so shocked that he gasped. In his pants, his dick started growing.

How… To think this was possible! He had found—stumbled across, really—a way to see straight into the girls’ showers!

The Gryffindor Girls’ showers, specifically. How could Harry tell? Because Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Romilda Vane were naked right in front of him.

Harry’s eyes were first naturally pulled to Lavender's heavy jiggling chest. She was known for being gifted in that department. Harry could see that her nipples were inverted and that her tits were every bit as girthy—and perky!—as they looked when wedged into Hogwarts robes.

Parvati bent over to scrub one of her coppery legs. She was directly in front of Harry when she did it. First, he looked at her curvy ass. Harry felt a sense of irritation at himself again for botching his Yule Ball Date. Parvati’s ass was exactly the kind that any young man would dream of gripping, caressing, and even smacking. Harry’s eyes got wider when the position stretched her pussy lips. Harry was so close, yet totally hidden from view, that he was able to see past the exterior to some of the pink flesh inside.

If Harry’s dick hadn’t been erect before, it was now. He turned his eyes to the last of the three girls currently using the showers.

Romilda Vane was known to be one of his admirers. Harry never gave her the time of day, pining after first Cho and then Ginny. He was finally starting to notice her as a woman NOW, though. Nude in front of him, her hair plastered to her neck and water running down her petite figure, Romilda looked like the kind of girl you could hoist in the air and pound to your heart’s content. Harry’s heart beat faster as he realized that if he asked, Romilda would more than likely accept.

Harry watched the girls clean their bodies in silence, other than Lavender who was humming. He was pressed so close to the gap he could peer through that he was seeing every available detail. He even made note of things he’d never paid attention to before in his life, like the fact that Parvati had a harry minge while Lavender and Romilda’s were both shaved. Harry wondered if Romilda shaved partially for him, on the chance that she got into his bed.

The girls eventually finished and left. Harry was terribly sad to see them go. Just as he was about to retreat from here (and do his best to memorize the path he’d taken, so that he could return again in the future) a familiar voice stopped him where he should.

“Don’t be shy, Demelza! It’s nothing we haven’t seen before!” said the sister of Harry’s best mate.

Ginny Weasley marched into the showers and dropped her towel boldly. Her tomboyish tits were small and close to her chest while her body was tight and well trained. Behind her, two brunettes came into the showers. There was Katie Bell, the seventh year that Harry had played quidditch with for years, and Demelza Robins, a more recent addition to the Gryffindor quidditch team. Demelza was in Ginny’s year. These girls dropped their towels like Ginny. Katie had the largest breasts, which surprised Harry. When they were pressed down in her quidditch uniform they didn’t look this big, yet he watched them bounce with every step she took. Demelza was stockier with an excellent ass.

Ginny thought so too. When Demelza went past her, Ginny gave it a slap.

Demelza squealed and hopped forward, putting both her hands on her bum. Harry’s erect dick throbbed. Demelza looked back, scandalized.

Ginny just laughed. “You must be doing extra training, Demelza. Just look at how big you’ve gotten back there!”

“As if you’re one to talk,” Katie said.

She came to her underclassmen’s defense by getting behind Ginny while Ginny was distracted. Katie swatted Ginny’s ass with two hands, hitting both cheeks. Ginny hopped forward, but wasn’t upset the way that Demelza had been.

“Careful there, Bell,” Ginny said jokingly. “If you do that, looking the way that you do, I might not be able to keep my hands off!”

Harry bit his tongue. They wouldn’t know that he was here, so he gave in and pulled his cock out. He started rubbing it furiously while watching the girls. He got especially close to cumming whenever he looked at the red fingerprints on one of Demelza bum cheeks and both of Ginny’s. 

For the rest of the shower, the quidditch teammates kept their wandering hands to themselves, although they periodically threw water at each other in a playful way, like children playing at the neighborhood pool. Harry groaned as he watched Katie lift her arms to shield herself from an aquatic attack launched by Ginny, the move shaking both of their tits around on their chests. 

Harry almost came, but hadn’t quite by the time these girls wrapped themselves in towels and left the showers. When they disappeared, there was a gap of five minutes throughout which Harry’s balls relaxed. He waited. Just as he was about to give up, he saw a few brown curls peeking around the wall. 

Wait… Was that…

Part of a face appeared, scanned the showers, and confirmed that they were empty. Hermione Granger, one of Harry’s best friends, stepped out. Before Harry could fully process that he was seeing her here she’d dropped her towel and stepped into the water.

Harry saw her as a woman in a way that he’d never seen before. Hermione’s breasts were as big as Katie’s had been and her ass was better than Ginny’s. She even had an hourglass figure. Harry cursed loose wizarding clothing for what it had been hiding from him all of this time. Studying in the library would have been ten times as fun if he could see THIS body while doing it. He wouldn’t have learned anything, but he certainly would’ve had a better time.

Harry found himself masturbating furiously as Hermione washed her body with warm water. She lifted her arm to scrub her side. Every movement she made showed him a new part of her body. Shockingly, she was shaved down there the way that Lavender had been. Harry didn’t expect that. When she washed between her legs, incidentally pushing her pussy forward, Harry moaned out loud.

Hermione jerked her head to look around. She had heard the noise but was unable to spot Harry. Whatever gap he was looking through must have been enchanted to look like an ordinary part of the wall. It was the perfect peeping spot, from which discovery was impossible.

Harry allowed himself to moan as he enjoyed the sexy views of Hermione. Her ass was especially delightful. As Hermione’s shower drew to a close, Harry moaned and came.

It took him a while to catch his breath. Hermione looked around, slightly put off by the odd noises she had been hearing, but was otherwise none the wiser. Harry felt GOOD in the wake of his orgasm. There was a thrill that made it unlike any masturbation session he’d ever had in the past. 

Harry cleaned the passageway of his cum with his wand and put his head down, leaving the peeping spot, winding his way back through the passages.

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A day later, it was unsurprising that Harry was back for more. He took a different route today. Mostly because despite his best efforts, he’d been unable to remember the way properly.

He was excited when he smelled steam once again, assuming he’d found his peeping place. It was odd that it didn’t feel like he’d climbed as much as the day before.

Harry didn’t waste more time thinking about that. He went straight to the gap and looked through. His eyes were treated to the sight of a nude beauty… But not one from Gryffindor.

Harry’s eyes widened as he realized that he’d stumbled across a view into a different set of showers. His eyes got even bigger as he recognized Daphne Greengrass, a girl with bright blond hair and a body to die for. Her pureblood tits were as big as Lavender Brown’s while her ass was a match for any girl at Hogwarts. Harry was briefly breathless as he took in the volume of her curves. Only when he’d completely taken in her body did he notice what she was doing.

Daphne Greengrass was alone in the shower, masturbating. 

“Mm. Mmmm. Ah! Mmmmm!” she moaned, her fingers plunging into her pussy.

Harry was frozen. Eventually, he pulled his dick out and started masturbating at the same time. He was really getting into it when Daphne said: “Potter!”

He flinched. Busted! A million terrible excuses flashed through Harry’s head until he noticed that Daphne wasn’t looking at him.

She turned around, throwing her back into the shower wall hard enough to make her tits jiggle, simulating the act of being pinned. Her eyes were both closed. 

“Potter!” Daphne moaned. “I’m not going anywhere… You can be gentle…”

Harry’s jaw fell open. It was slowly dawning on him that Daphne was masturbating to the idea of having sex with him.

He knew that plenty of purebloods witches were smitten with him because they’d been raised around the legend of the boy who lived. Harry thought that a Slytherin would be immune to that, though. Daphne was still touching herself, her body visible in all of its exquisite glory, but he lost the will to touch himself.

He was starting to get greedy. All night last night, he tossed in bed thinking of the things he’d seen from his peeping place. But at the end of the day, those were nothing but fantasies. He wanted more. Suddenly, it seemed like more was in reach.

Full of confidence that this spying had given him, Harry carefully watched Daphne touch herself until she climaxed. The entire time she acted as if she was being pinned and taken roughly. From her moans and the way she was thrashing, she longed for someone decisive.

When Daphne left the shower, Harry started the walk back from the tunnels. It was the Friday before a Hogsmeade Weekend. Harry felt a plan developing fast.

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Daphne Greengrass lifted her head as a shadow fell over her. She had a very good pokerface, Harry noticed, when she didn’t react to finding her crush who’d never spoken to her standing over her where she sat at the Slytherin table. 

“Hey, Daphne,” Harry said.

“Potter,” Daphne said. Her voice was as calm as her face. Harry noticed her fingers were tapping agitatedly, though. 

“It’s a Hogsmeade weekend,” Harry said. “Will you go with me?”

There were a couple of gasps from people eavesdropping around the Great Hall. Up to this point Harry Potter had only ever asked out one girl. That wasn’t in public, either.

“Be careful,” Daphne said. “If you do not watch your language, others could be misled into thinking you were asking me on a date.”

“Because I am,” Harry said. “I want to take you out, Daphne. Will you say yes?”

A blush finally crept onto her perfect cheeks.

“Very well,” Daphne said quietly. 

“Excellent. I’ll see you there.” Harry turned and walked away from her, leaving the beauty blushing behind him.

It was incredible what kind of confidence knowing a girl's secret affections could give you. Harry couldn’t hide his smirk. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

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“You look beautiful,” Harry said.

It was an understatement. He’d met Daphne outside the castle so that they could walk to Hogsmeade together. She swapped her robes out for a dress that she must’ve kept for special occasions. Instead of her house colors, the dress was a cream color. It was much more flattering on her body than robes were, although less flattering than when Harry was looking at her bare curves.

“Your own appearance isn’t displeasing,” Daphne admitted.

Harry had learned his lesson after the Yule Ball, especially now that he saw what a sexy girl Parvati had become. He wasn’t going to mess this one up too. He had done his hair and was wearing a nice pair of robes that he bought on one of his Diagon Alley visits. 

Harry walked to Daphne and took her hand as they started walking. Daphne looked at the gesture, blushing again. Harry’s suspicions were confirmed. Daphne’s type was forthrightness. 

Her sexual fantasies had hinged around the man being in control. It seemed her ideal date followed the same path. Assured about his approach now, Harry resolved to make all the choices today and not look back.

He used what he learned from his ill fated and stuttery date with Cho to treat Daphne better. They went to Madame Puddifoot’s, the cafe famed for serving couples. Unlike with Cho, Harry didn’t act embarrassed or lower his head. When their food came out, which proved to be identical heart shaped cake slices, Harry cut a bite on his fork and held it across the table. Daphne’s blush was out of control as she obediently ate it off his fork. Harry noticed the way her tongue darted unconsciously over the fork while she did, turning the action sultry. His dick did a somersault inside his pants.

After Madame Puddifoots they went to Honeydukes. Harry covered the bill. The two of them left with lollipops flavored like butterbeer. They walked Hogsmeade, still holding hands, licking their lollipops. Harry glanced over a few times as they ate.

Daphne came at her lollipop from multiple angles with her thick pink tongue. She ran it along the cylindrical length of amber candy. Harry was pretty sure she wasn’t doing it on purpose to get his attention, she was just naturally erotic. Sticky residue dripped onto her hands as she finished her candy and Daphne licked the back of her knuckles. Harry was getting an erection.

They’d walked to the edge of Hogsmeade. Although Hogwarts students weren’t supposed to get this far, no professors were around monitoring it right now. By chance, they’d arrived at the place where Hogwarts kept its carriages.

On the first day of school, these carriages would bring students from the Hogwarts Express up to the school, pulled by Thestrals. The rest of the year, they were kept here, stored in a field owned by the school.

Daphne and Harry stood with their candies finished and looked at the carriages.

“This date has been pleasurable,” Daphne said. “You’re quite the gentleman. If you are so inclined, I would be happy to do it with you again.”

“Who said that the date was finished?” Harry asked.

“There’s the walk back, true,” Daphne said. She looked at him. “Unless—”

Harry squeezed her hand.

“What do you say we take a tour of the inside of one of those carriages?” Harry asked.

Daphne turned bright red. She hesitated. Finally, she mustered a quiet “Very well.”

They went to the closest one, Harry unlocked it with his wand and the two of them climbed inside. Harry locked the door behind them.

Five minutes later, Daphne’s beautiful dress had been stripped off of her body. She was kneeling in just her panties in front of Harry, her bra thrown down on her dress. She had bright bite marks on the side of her neck that Harry had left there. Harry was sitting in the seat with his legs spread so she could get between them. He planted his hand on the crown of her head.

Harry leaned forward and brushed one of his hands across Daphne’s tits, lifting them and letting the soft flesh slide off his fingers. 

“They’re lovely,” Harry said. “Why don’t we put them to use?”

Daphne gathered her breasts. Harry’s fly was open and his dick was sticking out. Daphne tightened her breasts around it and made jerking motions, rubbing Harry on all sides with her melons.

The sight of such a beautiful girl kneeling and serving him made Harry lightheaded. He was doing his best to act utterly assertive since he knew Daphne liked it but he wasn’t all that used to playing this role. Still, it’d gotten him this far, so he wasn’t about to change things up.

“Is it good?” Daphne asked.

“Faster,” Harry commanded.

She whimpered under her breath and followed his command. She made eye contact with him while pleasuring him with her chest. As Harry got more excited, he pondered how he could be more assertive.

A bold idea came to him. Harry slid off of his seat.

“Ah!” Daphne cried out.

Harry’s weight pushed her back. He ended up kneeling on her, straddling her stomach. Harry grabbed Daphne’s tits in a powerful grip. Holding them tight, he started thrusting as if he was fucking a pussy.

“Harry… Harry!” Daphne cried out.

Her tits were so big that they hid his entire dick. They clapped as loudly as ass cheeks when Harry slammed into him. While holding her breasts, he squeezed his thumbs toward the rest of his hand, pinching her nipples in the process. Daphne mewled like a kitten underneath him. She was shockingly cute. Being underneath an assertive man was enough to soak her pussy and soil her panties. Harry fucked her chest until he busted.

When his dick pulled out from between her tits, a little trail of cum dripped down Daphne’s stomach. Harry waddled backwards and grabbed the sides of her panties. They had a wide wet mark in the center of them where Daphne’s pussy lips had touched.

Harry lifted Daphne’s legs to slide her panties off. When they were over her ankles, he put his dick against her entrance. Daphne gasped out loud. Harry looked into her eyes.

“Get ready,” he said.

He pounded her pussy the way he’d treated her chest. There was no hymen to cause pain, so he was free to ravage the beauty by thrusting hard. Her thighs clapped and jiggled while Daphne moaned aloud.

“Nnnngh— Ah! Oh! MmmMMmm!” Daphne squealed.

Harry grabbed her hands and slid his fingers between hers. Holding hands was such an innocent gesture when they walked around Hogsmeade; now, it was utterly lewd. It reminded Daphne that she was underneath him, her legs and lips spread, accepting his powerful thrusts. 

Daphne’s moans were smothered when Harry kissed her on the lips.

It felt surreal that he was claiming the body that he’d seen in the shower. She had been beautiful in the end, yet separated by a literal wall she felt unattainable. 

Now, his tongue was in Daphne’s mouth. His manhood was in her pussy. He could feel her body shake as she climaxed from the way he was fucking her. The carriage they were banging in was beginning to shake and bounce. Their stripped clothes lay around them. The claps of Harry’s pelvis against Daphne’s body resounded off the carriage windows. 

“You’re huge!” Daphne moaned. “Fuck me, Harry! Oh, Harry!”

He had halted their kiss in order to bite her breasts. He left bruises all over them as he bit them around the nipples, holding Daphne’s hands the whole time. She continued to scream and rave about how good he was and the pleasure she was feeling. Harry was feeling fantastic as well. His balls were slapping against her, getting closer to blow another load inside of her. Daphne arched her back while her folds tightened, orgasming again on Harry’s dick.

“You’re the best…” Daphne moaned. “I love this! I love you, Harry!”

To have broken down the cold girl’s walls so completely was a testament to what a good fucking could do. Daphne squealed for him. Harry kissed her again, pushing his tongue back past her lips just in time for his own orgasm.

Harry came inside of Daphne. There were potions to deal with accidents, if needed, and both he and Daphne could afford them. She squeezed his fingers while they held onto each other. As his cum seeped into her, the two of them lay together kissing.

If anyone were watching from the outside, they would’ve seen the carriage’s bouncing stabilize. After a rest period of around ten minutes, the bouncing would start again. If they were looking carefully, after about half an hour, they would’ve seen Daphne throw herself against the window, pressing her body into the glass while Harry took her from behind. Finally, fifty minutes after the new couple entered the carriage, they disembarked.

They were dressed again and mostly looked the way they did when entering, albeit with Daphne sporting a few very obvious bite marks on her neck that her dress couldn’t cover.

The most obvious difference was in the speed they were walking. Harry had his arm around Daphne’s hips, partially holding her up, while she moved on trembling legs.

The walk back was a struggle for her, until Harry gave in and carried her on his back. Next time, they agreed under their breath to cut out the Hogsmeade part of their date.

They would just find a dark, abandoned part of the castle and get straight to the good part.