Harry's Interactive 8th Year Chapter 10 (Bonus): Daphne's Samhain Challenge

Summary: In this bonus chapter, we see what Daphne, Tracey and Fleur got up to during Samhain.(Daphne/Fleur/Tracey)

Content Warnings/Themes: Femslash, strap-ons, anal sex

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“So how soon are you going to rush over and grab Harry once the celebration begins?” Tracey asked as she sat down next to Daphne in Potions. “Also, can you save me a spot? Witches are going to be lining up to shag him.”

“Yes they are,” Daphne said, nodding at her friend. “But I won’t be one of them.”

“You won’t?” Tracey looked at her like she’d grown a second head, or worse, like she’d said she wanted to go shag Goyle. “I know you and Harry aren’t exclusive or anything, but I’m surprised you’d want to go hook up with another bloke when you share a suite with that big-dicked hero. Especially since I know firsthand that he knows how to use that cock. Oh, does he!” Tracey smiled as she looked off into the distance, surely recalling some of the things she and Harry had gotten up to in their Advanced Sexual Education club. Daphne shook her head, amused at her friend’s usual behavior.

“I have no interest in hooking up with any other wizards,” Daphne said, scoffing at the very idea. There was not a doubt in her mind that she would never find a better lover than Harry no matter how hard she tried, and there was no point in even trying. If she ever had sex with any other man, it was hard to imagine it being any sooner than on her wedding night.

“So, what? You’re going to go back to your room and sleep?” Tracey asked, looking at her strangely.

“I’ll be going back to my room, yes,” she said. “But I won’t be alone. I intend to prove a point to a certain veela who recently was declared the winner of a contest she had no business winning.”

“Is this about Fleur Delacour?” Tracey asked, leaning in closer and looking at her seriously. Daphne nodded. “And does proving this point involve fucking Fleur Delacour?”

“It does,” Daphne confirmed. It was less about the fucking and more about making her submit, but the fucking was a necessary part of the plan.

“Count me in,” Tracey said.

“Really?” That was a surprise. “I thought you wanted me to save you a spot with Harry.”

“Fucking Harry’s awesome, but I’ll have plenty more chances to do that in club. I want to drool every time Fleur gets naked in club, but she only cares about shagging Harry. This may be the only chance I get to actually touch her.”

“Okay,” Daphne said after thinking about it for a second. “You can join in after I’ve made her admit that I deserved to win.”

--

“You’ll only do this if Tracey joins in at the same time?” Daphne asked, repeating what Fleur had said upon the three of them making their way to her private suite. They had drawn a decent amount of attention as the three of them left the Great Hall together, but not as much as they otherwise would have. Most people were preoccupied by their own prospects as the witches approached the wizards they wanted to spend Samhain with. Daphne had seen a large group forming around Harry right away, but she hadn’t paid it much mind. She had her own goals tonight.

“Yes,” Fleur said, smiling at her. “That is what I said.”

“Sounds good to me,” Tracey said, already beginning to strip down.

“But that defeats the entire purpose!” Daphne said, tapping her foot on the floor in irritation. “How am I supposed to prove I deserved to win the contest if I have someone else helping me?”

“I am a veela, Daphne,” Fleur said, rolling her eyes. “We are the most sexual beings that walk among humans. You challenging me one on one would be much less fair to you, and if you and your friend can wear me out together, you will have proven yourself. Aside from that, it is Samhain, and I do not intend do spend Samhain with just one person. If you’re expecting Tracey to just sit there and watch, I might go try and find Harry and see if he has room for one more.”

“Me too,” Tracey said, smirking at Daphne. She was totally naked now, and obviously eager to get involved as soon as possible.

“Fine,” Daphne said, narrowing her eyes at Fleur. “Let’s go into my bedroom, just in case Harry and his group decide to head here and use his room.” If the veela wanted to treat both her and Tracey working together as a fair fight, so be it. They would make her pay for arrogance, and by the end of the night even Fleur would agree that Harry had made a mistake in picking Fleur as the winner of their contest in Hogsmeade.

--

Fleur Delacour was gorgeous.

Daphne had known that, of course. The two of them had been naked together in Harry’s presence often enough by now that she had a very good idea of what the veela looked like naked. They’d even played with each other a bit, but it had all been while their primary focus had been on Harry. This was the first time Daphne had ever had Fleur as the target of her sexual energies, and with her eyes on the veela and the veela alone, she could fully appreciate just how inhumanly, otherworldly beautiful Fleur Delacour was. Maybe she was right to think that Daphne taking her on alone would not have been a fair fight, much as it galled Daphne to even consider it.

She wasn’t alone though. Tracey had ripped Fleur’s clothes off and all but tackled her onto Daphne’s bed, and when Fleur had giggled at her enthusiasm and told her to use her however she wished, Tracey’s face had lit up like a Christmas tree. Daphne’s brunette best friend couldn’t mount Fleur’s head fast enough for her liking, and she had quickly thrown herself into rocking her hips back and forth and humping the veela’s flawless face. She moved her hips so wildly that it reminded Daphne of that summer a few years ago when she’d been sleeping over at Tracey’s house and had walked in on her hormonal teenage best friend humping a pillow. How much of that was Tracey’s natural lust, and how much of it was Fleur’s veela genes pulling her in and making her crazy?

“Fuck, that tongue is good!” Tracey moaned. “God, if she can fuck half as good as she licks, I can see why Harry picked her!”

Daphne scowled at her friend for this apparent betrayal, but then she realized that her standing back and watching Tracey move desperately wasn’t accomplishing anything. If she wanted to make Fleur submit she needed to get involved, and the longer she waited the less help Tracey was going to be.

She’d already prepared something special for the occasion. Well, more accurately she had asked to borrow something from Tracey’s collection, and Tracey had obliged. The fake cock strapped to Daphne’s body was meant to not only allow her to make the recipient (Fleur, in this case) to feel pleasure, but also for Daphne to feel at least a simulation of what she might have if the cock had been a natural part of her body. Even though she still wouldn’t be able to produce any semen, the rest of it was supposed to feel accurate enough, or so Tracey had assured her.

Time to feel what Harry feels when he fucks her, Daphne thought to herself as she climbed onto her bed, got into position on her knees between Fleur’s spread legs and guided the head of the fake cock to the veela’s pussy. After taking a few seconds to rub the toy along Fleur’s slit and marvel at the strange but pleasant sensation shooting through her body, she pushed forward and penetrated her.

Daphne let out a choking gasp as the fake cock pushed into Fleur’s pussy and she received at least an echo of what Harry would allegedly feel. Though this was her first time on the other end of this, she immediately knew that it would not feel quite like thisif she’d stuck this same toy inside of Tracey, or Pansy Parkinson or any other name of any random witch she could think of. Daphne understood human anatomy well enough and had played with herself often enough to recognize that no normal human would ever feel like this. No normal human woman’s pussy would squeeze around her cock like they had been made for each other.

This was undoubtedly the veela within Fleur at work. She’d known that veela were innately sexual creatures, and she’d seen glimpses of what Fleur could do when playing with Harry, but she’d never been able to fully understand or appreciate what Harry felt until right now. The veela couldn’t reshape her body like Tonks the metamorph could, but in this case at least there was no need to. Why bother changing anything about yourself if you were naturally built to drive men (and interested women) insane with lust when they first laid eyes on you, bring them to their knees if you so much as smiled at them and make them addicted to you from the moment they first slid their cock inside of you, if they were fortunate enough to have been granted such a honor? Daphne felt like she now better understood why veela captivated so many men and drew so many hateful comments and jealous looks from so many women. How could anyone ever forget what it was like to fuck a veela?

It was a marvel that Harry lasted any time at all if this was what being inside of Fleur felt like. For Daphne, who had never been in this position with anyone, much less a veela, it was a hopeless battle. She managed only a few jerky thrusts of her hips before Fleur’s veela cunt demanded her release. Ordinarily it would have been squeezing and milking semen out of the cock inside of it, but Daphne did not have the necessary equipment for that. The result was no less powerful on her end though. Nothing shot out of the cock temporarily attached to her, but an orgasm coursed through her body nevertheless. It was a powerful one too, and she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from whimpering helplessly. She might have lasted for less than a minute inside of her, but she still had some pride.

“Oh fuck!” Tracey shouted. “Fuck, yes! Fucking shit, I’m cumming! Oh God!”

Apparently she had far less pride in this situation than Daphne did. But then again she didn’t really care about proving a point to Fleur or trying to prove that it should have been her that was awarded the victory. She was just here to have a good time, and Fleur’s mouth and fingers were making sure that she did not regret her decision to come up here instead of trying to secure a spot for herself in Harry’s group for the night. Tracey’s gyrating arse was blocking Daphne’s view, so it wasn’t like she could actually watch the veela at work here. She didn’t need to though. Tracey’s moans and the frantic rocking of her hips against Fleur’s face were proof enough that she had done an excellent job, not that this was any surprise.

“Holy shit,” Tracey whispered as she rolled off of Fleur’s head. She turned around to look at Daphne, and the brunette looked shocked as she stared at the Head Girl. “I’ve never cum that hard from someone licking me. I’ve never cum that hard from anythingother than Harry fucking me.”

Daphne nodded reluctantly. She understood what Tracey was raving about. She felt like she understood it now more than ever after her all too brief attempt to shag Fleur. Daphne pulled the cock out of Fleur’s pussy, giving that up as a lost cause. She could have tried again; it wasn’t like she needed to wait for the toy to get erect again or anything. But what would be the point? She knew she would be lucky to last more than a minute or two inside of Fleur even if she tried again and knew what to expect, and even if the cock wasn’t real, the orgasm Daphne had felt had been more than real enough. She was in this to try and beat Fleur into submission, and she was off to a very bad start.

Fleur sat up and smiled at both Slytherin witches. She stretched her arms and back, which made her perfect breasts push out enticingly. Tracey groaned, and Fleur grinned at how easily she’d drawn a reaction out of her.

“So that’s not all, is it?” Fleur asked. She licked her lips and made a show of smacking them. “If you’re already done, I suppose there’s still time for me to go and find Harry.”

“We’re not done,” Daphne said firmly. Her first approach had been a miserable failure, but that didn’t mean she was ready to put her wand down in submission just yet. She still had other things she could try.

There was no chance she could beat Fleur in a fair fight, so she was just going to have to get creative.”

--

“I’m so glad I brought a spare with me,” Tracey said, and then she groaned as she drove her hips forward and sank her fake cock deeper into Fleur’s arse. “You never know when you’re going to need a second fake cock. That’s what I always say.”

“Words to live by,” Daphne said dryly. “Don’t you agree, Fleur?” She looked down into Fleur’s eyes, and smirked as no answer came other than a little gurgle. “Oh, I guess you’re not really in a position to answer, are you?”

It was hard for her to say much of anything when Daphne’s own fake cock was not just inside of Fleur’s mouth but all the way down her throat. It didn’t stay there, but it didn’t pull back for very long before Daphne shoved it right back in and made Fleur deepthroat the toy once again.

Trying to claim victory over Fleur by fucking her veela pussy had been a flawed plan from the beginning; Daphne knew that now. Tracey hadn’t exactly been thrilled when Daphne insisted that she bugger Fleur with her toy instead, but Daphne had been firm. She was glad for the decision, because while Tracey was obviously having the time of her life fucking Fleur’s perfect arse, she hadn’t lost control and cum in seconds like Daphne had when she’d been fucking her cunt.

Daphne felt far more secure in her own position now too. Feeling the sensations of shoving her cock all the way down Fleur’s throat was great, and she had to be careful not to lose all control and cum too quickly, but she did not feel nearly as helpless as she had before. She felt in control now.

It certainly helped that she was able to tug on Fleur’s silver-blonde hair and fuck her face as roughly as she wanted to. When she’d vowed to fuck her throat, Fleur had smirked and told her to do her worst. Daphne was intent on making sure she knew to be more careful with what she wished for in the future, and with every snap of her hips, every push that forced the cock down Fleur’s throat, she felt like she was getting closer and closer to proving herself to the veela as a force to be reckoned with.

It was an aggressive spit roast, Tracey delighting in buggering the veela’s arse while Daphne slammed her hips forward and made herself feel powerful. There was far less of a struggle for Fleur to handle this than there would have been if virtually anyone else had been in her place. She wasn’t gagging very much, and she had not given even the slightest hint that she was in pain, overwhelmed or regretting her decision to let Daphne and her best friend fuck her from either end. But not even a veela was completely immune to the body’s natural reaction to a good hard facefuck, and Daphne could see the proof of her efforts easily enough. Saliva dripped down Fleur’s chin, and her eyes did mist up whenever Daphne decided to shove the cock down her throat and simply hold it there. They hadn’t broken her, at least not yet, but they were making her feel it this time. They were making the veela work.

Tracey came first, howling and cursing as Fleur’s tight bum forced an orgasm out of her. She gave Fleur’s bum a couple of playful swats as she rode out her orgasm, and that gave Daphne some ideas on what to try next. That would have to wait though, because she was going to milk this facefuck for as long as she could. Even as Tracey hit her limit, Daphne continued to tug on Fleur’s hair, fuck her face and force the toy down her throat. Daphne had obviously never experienced a facefuck from this side before, and she had to admit she could see the appeal now. If this was what Harry saw and felt any time he made her or any of the other witches he brought into his bed gag around his cock, it was a wonder he wasn’t making her deepthroat him every night when they got back to their suite.

Daphne gasped as her second orgasm of the night arrived, and she felt much better about this one. She’d lasted quite a bit longer inside of Fleur’s mouth than she had in her cunt, and she felt sure she’d made a good showing this time around. To really drive home the feeling of domination she was experiencing, she kept her tight hold on Fleur’s hair and held the cock down her throat throughout her orgasm. It was a shame she didn’t have a load of semen to make her swallow in the process, but it would have to do.

Disappointingly, Fleur did not look like a beaten woman when Daphne finally let go of her hair and pulled the cock out of her mouth. She was a little short of breath, sure, and there was still the saliva on her chin that she didn’t bother to wipe away, but she didn’t look like she was anywhere near finished.

“That was fun!” Fleur said with a smile. “I even 'ad an orgasm that time!”

“You did?” Daphne asked, frowning.

“She did,” Tracey said with a nod. “It was sexy as hell. I even pointed it out, but I think you were a little lost in your own head at the time. Not that I can blame you; you just facefucked a veela!”

“I suppose,” Daphne said, not feeling much better. She’d enjoyed herself in the moment, but her attempt to dominate and claim victory over Fleur could not be called a success.

“I’m impressed; honestly I am!” Fleur said. “I doubt any wizard down in that Great Hall, aside from 'Arry, could 'ave fucked me that well!”

Tracey beamed, and Daphne nodded reluctantly. She could tell that Fleur was not just trying to make her feel better and was being honest, but that didn’t do much to improve her mood. She still felt like she had something to prove. She didn’t just want to make Fleur feel good or earn her respect; she wanted the veela to view her as an equal. She just needed to figure out how in the hell she was supposed to do that.

--

Smack! Smack! Smack!

As plans thrown together on the spur of the moment went, this one wasn’t so bad, at least not in Daphne’s opinion. They’d switched positions a bit, Fleur moving from her hands and knees down to flat on her belly, and the two Slytherins swapped places. While Tracey took her own turn at fucking Fleur’s face, Daphne pulled out a paddle and was smacking the French beauty across the arse.

It had been something she’d thrown out desperately, not sure what else she could do, but Fleur had not been unnerved by the suggestion. On the contrary, she had smiled widely and moved into position willingly, and then she’d wiggled her bum at Daphne and all but begged her to start spanking her.

Daphne was giving it her best shot. She didn’t know if this was going to wear Fleur down or not, but she would do all that she could.

--

Daphne’s arm had become too tired to put any real force behind her swings after awhile, and while Fleur’s bum had paddle marks on it, she had still been ready for more.

Too exhausted to do try and do anything herself, but not willing to give up just yet, Daphne had gone along with Tracey’s suggestion of having Fleur eat her out while her brunette friend did the same for the veela. She wasn't sure that this was doing much to assert anything resembling dominance on her part, but any attempt to actually fuck Fleur right now would have been wasted effort. Maybe she would be able to put together a stronger showing later if she just had a bit of time to recover her strength first. Then Fleur took her clit between her lips and began to suck, and Daphne was forced to arch up off of the bed and moan loudly.

There went her plan to rest. It was going to be impossible for her to even think about regaining her strength when Fleur's mouth demanded her attention. The talented veela kept sucking until Daphne groaned, grabbed onto her hair and squirted her orgasm across Fleur's face. Fleur pulled back slightly and smiled up at her from between her legs, and the sight of her gorgeous face wet with the proof of her orgasm got Daphne excited all over again.

She wasn't going to get any time to recover, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

--

"You did well, Daphne. You did very well."

Fleur patted Daphne on the shoulder, and Daphne sighed and snuggled closer into the veela's sighed, feeling quite comfortable.

Nothing about tonight had gone as she'd planned. The plan was for her to fuck Fleur into submission and make her admit that Daphne deserved to win their Hogsmeade contest. That wasn't what had happened. There had been no submission. Instead Fleur had given her a greater appreciation of what it felt like to fuck a veela, and she'd drawn both Daphne and Tracey in. They'd both been doing her bidding by the end, moving into whatever positions Fleur suggested and trusting that the veela would bring them indescribable levels of pleasure. They had never been disappointed.

But Daphne couldn't bring herself to be upset about how it had turned out. She hadn't gotten exactly what she wanted, but she'd still earned a renewed level of respect from Fleur, and she'd gotten one amazing night out of it too. How could she complain about that?

"And what about me?" Tracey asked as she came out of the bathroom, having been the last of them to go in and wash up after the end of their all-night sexcapades. "Didn't I do well too?"

Fleur didn't say anything. She just patted the bed next to her, and Tracey grinned, raced over and climbed in on Fleur's other side. The best friends each snuggled up into the veela, who held them both happily.

"This wasn't how I planned to spend my Samhain," Fleur said. "But I'm glad you approached me. This was fun."

Daphne couldn't agree more. While she did consider joining the queue to try and shag Harry tonight, she was glad she'd gone through with this instead. She was sure Harry had had a great time; she hadn't heard him return to the suite yet, so he was probably actually still having a great time. But even if her plan hadn't gone off as expected, she was still pleased with how her Samhain among witches had gone.