Harry lingered under the tree for a moment longer, the cool evening breeze brushing against his face as Fleur's silvery blonde hair disappeared into the distance. Her parting words echoed in his head—You are insufferable, 'Arry Potter—and he couldn't help but smirk. She wasn't wrong, and he aimed to please.
He kicked at a loose stone, watching it skitter across the ground, and let out a long breath. The adrenaline from the task was still buzzing through him, but his body ached—his muscles tight, and his skin gritty with sweat and dragon soot. He needed a bath. A proper one. He could hear the prefects' bathroom calling his name.
He turned toward the castle, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and started walking. The chatter of students had mostly faded now, just a few stragglers dotting the grounds. His mind wandered back to the dragon, how perfectly he had overwhelmed the creature, and the aftermath of the task.
As he walked, his thoughts drifted to Daphne and Regina tearing into Fleur. He couldn't help but snort softly. Those two were something else—loyal to a fault, even if they could be a bit much. Especially Daphne. It brought a soft smile to his face.
By the time he reached the fifth floor, his legs felt heavier, the day catching up with him. He muttered the password—Pine Fresh—to the prefects' bathroom door and slipped inside, expecting the quiet hum of the place to greet him. Instead, he stopped short, his eyes finding the two girls already inside.
There they were—Daphne and Regina—lounging against the edge of the massive pool, steam curling up from the water. Daphne's jumper was off, her blonde hair loose, and Regina had her sleeves rolled up, one leg dangling over the side like she owned the place. They both looked up at him, and he wasn't surprised. Not really.
"Well, look who finally showed up," Regina said, her grin wide and teasing. "Thought you'd be out there basking in your glory a bit longer."
Harry rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut behind him. It locked up magically, ensuring complete privacy.
"Yeah, well, I figured I'd rather not stink like basilisk scales all night. What are you two doing here?"
Daphne pushed off the pool's edge, crossing her arms. "Waiting for you, obviously. After that stunt with the Horntail, we figured you'd need a proper cleanup. You look like you've been rolling in sweat."
"Feel like it too," he admitted, running a hand through his messy hair. Bits of soot mixed with sweat flaked off, and he grimaced. "Alright, fine. You're here. Might as well make yourselves useful."
Regina laughed, hopping down from her perch. "Oh, we plan to. Don't we, Daphne?"
Daphne shot her a look—half-annoyed, half-amused—before turning back to Harry. "Come on, then. Get over here. You're not getting in that water looking like a dripping ash disaster."
He smirked, stepping closer. "Bossy tonight, aren't you?"
"Someone's got to keep you in line," she fired back, but there was a glint in her eyes that flashed with a warmth that he was slowly coming to love.
Regina was already at his side, tugging at the hem of his combat attire. "Let's get this off you, yeah? You're a bloody mess." Her fingers brushed his stomach as she pulled the suit up, and he lifted his arms to help her. The scales hit the floor with a soft clatter, leaving him in his undershirt and the bottom half of the combat suit. She whistled low. "Merlin, Harry, you're filthy. That suit really did a number on you."
"Could've been worse if I didn't have it on," he said, peeling off the undershirt himself. It stuck to his skin for a second, damp with sweat, before he tossed it aside. His chest was streaked with grime, but there was not even one injury.
Daphne stepped closer, her fingers brushing one of the many runic engravings on his skin. "You're lucky it didn't impale you right at the end. I swear, I stopped breathing when it lunged at you."
"Yeah, well, I didn't," he said, grinning at her. "Still here, aren't I?"
"Barely," she muttered, but her hand lingered, tracing the edge of the rune. Her touch was light, but it sent a jolt through him anyway.
Regina, never one to be outdone, grabbed his belt buckle. "These next, stud. You're not getting in that pool half-dressed." She yanked the leather free with a quick tug, her grin widening as she worked the hook open. "Gotta say, watching you out there? Fucking hot. That dragon didn't stand a chance."
Harry chuckled, stepping out of the bottoms as they dropped. "Glad you enjoyed the show."
"Oh, we did," Regina said, her voice dropping a little. "Didn't we, Daphne?"
Daphne's lips quirked, but she didn't deny it. Instead, she moved behind him, her hands sliding up his back. "You were brilliant," she said, her voice much quieter now, and her breath warm against his neck. "The way you handled it—calm and steady. Everyone else was scrambling, and you just... took it apart."
He shivered as her fingers pressed into his shoulders, kneading the tight muscles there. "Thanks. Means a lot, coming from you."
Regina snorted, stepping in front of him. "Oi, what about me? I'm the one who said you'd be getting lucky tonight." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down without hesitation. They hit the floor, and she smirked, her eyes flicking over him. "And look at that. I was right."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but he didn't flinch. "You're shameless, you know that?"
"Proud of it," she shot back, kicking his clothes into a pile. "Now get in the pool before we have to drag you."
He didn't argue, stepping into the steaming water. It was hot—almost too hot—but it felt good, soaking into his aching muscles. He sank down, letting out a groan as the tension started to melt away. Daphne and Regina exchanged a look, and then they were moving, shedding their own clothes. Daphne's top came off first, revealing a sexy black bra, and Regina followed, tossing her sweater aside with a flourish. Their skirts hit the floor next, leaving them in nothing but their underwear—Daphne in black, Regina in a red set that suited her perfectly.
Harry leaned back, watching them. "You two planning to join me or just gonna stand there?"
"Join you, obviously," Regina said with a saucy smirk, unhooking her bra and letting it drop. She stepped into the pool, the water sloshing as she settled in front of him. "Someone's gotta scrub that grime off your front."
Daphne rolled her eyes but followed, slipping out of her bra and knickers without missing a beat. She slid in behind him, her legs brushing his hips as she pressed herself close. "And I'll handle the back. You're a mess all over."
He couldn't argue with that.
Regina grabbed a cloth from the edge of the pool, dipping it in the water before running it across his chest. Her touch was firm, scrubbing at his chest, but her fingers lingered, tracing the lines of his muscles. "You know," she said, her voice casual but her eyes locked on his, "we ran into the little French princess earlier. Delacour."
Harry smirked, leaning into Daphne's hands as she worked the tension out of his shoulders. "Yeah, I heard. Sounded like it went well."
Daphne huffed, her nails digging in just enough to make him hiss. "She's insufferable. Had the nerve to act like she deserved first place when everyone knows you got robbed."
Regina's cloth dipped lower, brushing his stomach. "Too right. That smug little smirk of hers—ugh. I wanted to wipe it off her face."
"She said something about me crying to someone who cares," Daphne added, her voice sharp. "Can you believe that? Like I'd waste my breath."
Harry chuckled, shifting as Regina's hand slid even lower, teasing the edge of his hips. "She told me you two were a waste of her time. Seems like you got under her skin pretty good."
"Good," Daphne muttered, her hands sliding down his spine. She pressed herself closer, her heavenly tits brushing his back, and he felt the heat of her skin against his. "She doesn't get to swan around like she's better than everyone just because Karkaroff's a biased prick."
Regina grinned, dropping the cloth and using her hands instead, rubbing slow circles across his chest. "Speaking of Karkaroff, what a tosser. Giving you a zero? After you tamed that beast? I'd have hexed him right there."
"Thought about it," Harry said, his voice hitching as Daphne's fingers slipped around his sides, grazing his ribs. "But it's not worth the hassle. Everyone saw what happened."
"Exactly," Daphne said, her lips brushing his ear. "You were the best out there. Hands down. Delacour can prance around all she likes, but she knows it too."
Regina's hands dipped below the waterline, brushing his thighs. "Yeah, and she's pissed about it. You should've seen her face when Daphne laid into her. Priceless."
Harry groaned, half from the memory and half from the way Regina's fingers were inching closer to where he was starting to feel the heat. "You two really went at her, huh?"
"Had to," Daphne said, her voice low and fierce. She nipped at his earlobe, and he jolted, the water splashing around them. "She was acting like you didn't just dominate that task. Like her little sleep trick was better than you pinning a dragon down."
Regina laughed, her hands finally finding his manhood. Harry let out a hum of approval when her fingers wrapped around his cock, and she smirked, stroking him lightly. "Oh, she didn't like that one bit. Kept going on about how she doesn't care what anyone thinks. Load of rubbish."
Harry's breath caught, his head tipping back against Daphne's shoulder. He was loving the feeling of her supple tits pressing wetly against his back. "Sounds like her. She tried to play it cool with me too, but I could tell she was rattled."
Daphne's hands slid up his chest, joining Regina's for a moment before moving to his arms, rubbing in slow and firm strokes. "She should be. You made her look average out there."
Regina smirked, her grip tightening as she leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. "And us? We're just here to remind you how bloody amazing you are."
He laughed, the sound rough and low, as their hands worked him over. "Yeah? This your way of saying thanks?"
"Something like that," Daphne murmured, her fingers digging into his biceps. She shifted, pressing her tits even more flush against his back, and he could feel every inch of her curvaceous body molding perfectly against his. "You deserve it after today."
Regina's mouth moved to his neck, kissing and nipping as her hands kept up their rhythm. "Damn right he does. That Horntail didn't know what hit it. Neither will you by the time we're done."
Harry groaned, turning his head to catch Daphne's lips in a messy, heated kiss. She responded instantly, her tongue sliding against his, her hands gripping his shoulders. Regina pulled back just enough to watch, her grin wicked. "Oi, save some for me."
He broke the kiss, panting, and turned to her. "Plenty to go around." He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer through the water, and crashed his mouth against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair.
Daphne didn't sit idle. Her hands roamed lower, slipping around his hips, brushing against Regina's as they both teased his manhood. "You two are ridiculous," she muttered, but her voice was thick with want.
Regina pulled back, breathless, and smirked at her. "Says the one who's groping him just as much as I am. Come here." She grabbed Daphne's wrist, tugging her around to the side so they were both in front of him. Smirking, she kissed her—hard and fast, all teeth and tongue. Daphne gasped, but she didn't pull away, her free hand finding Regina's neck to pull her closer.
Harry watched as he sat on the pool floor, heat pooling low in his gut. "Bloody hell," he muttered, reaching out to grip their waists, pulling them both toward him. The water sloshed as they broke apart, turning their attention back to him. Regina straddled his lap, her thighs bracketing his, while Daphne pressed against his side, her lips finding his neck.
"You're a mess," Daphne said between kisses, her hands sliding down his chest again. "Still got sweat and dragon breath everywhere."
"Then clean me up," he challenged, his voice rough.
Regina grabbed the cloth again, rubbing it across his shoulders while Daphne took over his chest, their hands brushing each other's as they worked. But it wasn't just cleaning anymore—Regina's fingers lingered, pressing into his skin, and Daphne's nails scraped lightly, sending sparks through him. The cloth was abandoned quick enough, replaced by their hands roaming freely, rubbing and teasing.
"You know," Regina said, her voice low as she rocked against him, "Delacour might've gotten first place, but you're the real winner here."
Daphne snorted, her lips brushing his collarbone. "No contest. She'd never handle this."
Harry grinned, grabbing Regina's hips to pull her closer. "You two are gonna kill me."
"Good," Regina shot back, grinding her pussy down on his cock just enough to make him groan. "That's the plan."
Daphne's hand slipped lower, joining Regina's, and they moved together, stroking and pressing on his prick until his head tipped back, his breathing ragged. "Fuck," he muttered, gripping them both tighter. "You're both too good at this."
"Practice," Regina teased, kissing him again, slow and deep. Daphne nipped at his shoulder, her fingers relentless, and he felt the heat building fast—too fast.
He pulled back, panting. "Slow down, or this is over before it starts."
Regina laughed, easing up but not stopping. "Fine, fine. We'll drag it out. Right, Daphne?"
Daphne smirked, her hand sliding up to his jaw to turn his face toward her. "Yeah. We've got all evening, and the night too."
And they did. Their hands and mouths and bodies pressed close, the water steaming around them as they took their time, washing him clean and driving him mad all at once. Fleur, Karkaroff, the tournament—it all faded, drowned out by the heat and the mess of them together.
The water sloshed gently as Harry leaned back, his chest heaving, the last of the sweat and grime finally scrubbed away. Daphne and Regina had been thorough—maybe too thorough—their hands lingering longer than necessary, teasing until he was half out of his mind. The steam hung thick in the air, their breaths mingling with it as they caught their own. Regina smirked, sliding off his lap and splashing lightly as she stood, water dripping down her skin. "Alright, stud. You're clean. Time to get out before we prune up."
Harry chuckled, still buzzing from their hands and mouths. "Yeah, reckon I've had enough of the pool for one evening."
Daphne eased back, brushing wet hair from her face as she climbed out after Regina. The water clung to her, trailing down her sinful curves and slithering down her long legs. Harry couldn't help but watch as she grabbed a towel from the stack nearby. She didn't bother wrapping it around herself—just tossed it over her shoulder and turned to him with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. "You coming, or are you just gonna sit there gawking?"
"Gawking's tempting," he shot back with a grin, hauling himself up. The water streamed off him as he stepped onto the tiled floor, grabbing a towel of his own. He didn't bother drying off much either—just ran it over his chest and hair before dropping it. The air felt cool against his damp skin, but the heat between them was still simmering, ready to boil over.
Regina didn't waste time. She stepped closer, her hands finding his hips as she pushed him back toward the wide bench along the wall. "Sit," she said, her voice low and commanding. He didn't argue, dropping onto the cushioned surface with a grin. She knelt in front of him, her knees hitting the tiles, and looked up with that wicked glint in her eyes. "You've had your fun watching us. Now it's our turn."
Harry's breath hitched as she leaned in, her mouth brushing the inside of his thigh—soft at first, then a quick nip that made him jerk. "Fuck, Regina—"
She laughed against his skin, her hands sliding up his legs to spread them wider. "Relax, Harry. We're just getting started."
Daphne moved in beside her, kneeling too, her shoulder brushing Regina's. She didn't say anything—just met his gaze, her eyes dark and intent, before leaning down to kiss his other thigh. Her lips were slower, the touch faint, trailing up until she was inches from where Regina's hands were working his manhood, stroking him back to hardness with lazy confidence.
"You two are gonna kill me," he muttered, head tipping back against the wall. His hands clenched the edge of the bench, his knuckles white.
"What a way to go, though," Regina said, her breath hot against him. Then her mouth was on him, taking him in with no hesitation—wet and warm and relentless. He groaned, loud and rough, as she moved, her tongue flicking against him in a way that made his hips buck.
Daphne watched for a moment, her lips parted, but soon, she shifted closer. "Move over," she murmured to Regina, nudging her with her elbow. Regina pulled back just enough to smirk at her, a thin string of spit connecting her lips to his cock before she wiped it away with her thumb.
"Bossy," Regina teased, but she slid to the side, giving Daphne room. Daphne didn't waste time, her mouth replacing Regina's, softer but just as eager, her hand wrapping around him to guide him in deeper. She hummed against him, the vibration shooting through his body, and he cursed under his breath.
Regina didn't stay idle. She leaned in, kissing the base of his cock where Daphne's mouth didn't reach, her tongue darting out to lick along his skin. Their heads were close, their wet hair brushing together—Daphne's blonde strands tangling with Regina's brown ones. It was messy, uncoordinated for a second, until they found a rhythm—Daphne sucking him down while Regina worked lower, her lips and tongue teasing every inch she could get to.
"Bloody hell," Harry rasped, one hand flying to Daphne's head, his fingers threading through her wet hair. The other reached for Regina, gripping her shoulder to keep himself stable. "You're—fuck, you're too much."
Regina pulled back just enough to grin up at him, her lips shiny with spit and saliva. "Too much? Nah. You can handle it." Slowly, she turned to Daphne, grabbing her chin to pull her off him. Daphne gasped, a little indignant, but Regina didn't give her time to protest. She kissed her, hard and open-mouthed, tasting him on her. Daphne moaned into it, her hand still stroking him absently as she leaned into Regina.
Harry watched, his chest tight, as they made out right in front of him—their tongues sliding and lips smacking together, Regina's hand sliding up Daphne's neck to hold her there. It was filthy and perfect, and he couldn't look away. When they broke apart, panting, Regina licked her lips and turned back to him. "Your turn," she said, and before he could respond, she was back on him, taking him deep in her mouth once again.
Daphne didn't miss a beat. She shifted up, climbing onto the bench beside him, her knees resting on the surface. "Open your mouth," she said, her voice husky, and he didn't hesitate—tilting his head toward her as she swung one leg over to straddle his chest. She was dripping, slick against his skin, and he grabbed her hips to pull her closer until her pussy was right in front of his face. He stared at the perfection that she was, watching how slick and wet she was, and his tongue flicked out, tasting her. Daphne shuddered, her hands bracing against the wall.
"Fuck, Harry," she breathed, rocking against his mouth as he licked into her—slow at first, then harder, sucking at her clit until her thighs trembled. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling sharp enough to sting, but he didn't care—just kept going, chasing every gasp and moan she let out.
Below, Regina picked up her pace, her hand working what her mouth couldn't take, slick sounds filling the room. She pulled off for a second, catching her breath, and glanced up at Daphne. "How's he doing up there?"
Daphne's laugh was shaky, her hips grinding down harder. "Too—too fucking good. Merlin, his tongue—"
"Thought so," Regina said, smirking, before diving back in. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, and Harry groaned into Daphne, the vibration making her cry out. It was a feedback loop—every sound he made had Daphne tightening her grip, every move Regina made had him twitching in her mouth.
He couldn't think straight. Daphne's taste flooded his senses, her thighs clamping around his head, while Regina's mouth drove him toward the edge. He slid one hand down from Daphne's hip, finding Regina's hair again, urging her on. She moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but enough to push him closer.
Daphne was unraveling above him, her breaths coming in short, desperate bursts. "Harry—fuck, don't stop—" He didn't, flattening his tongue against her, letting her ride it until she tensed, a sharp whine tearing from her throat as she came, shaking against his face. He kept licking her through it, softer now, until she slumped, sliding off to collapse beside him, her tits heaving.
Regina pulled off him with a wet pop, grinning as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "One down," she said, climbing up to straddle his lap. She was soaked too—he could feel it as she pressed against him, rocking just enough to tease. "Your move, stud."
His eyes were glinting with lust as he grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and she didn't need more invitation. She reached behind herself and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, lining him up with her wet entrance. With a grin, she sank down with a groan that matched his own. She was tight, hot, and she didn't hold back, rolling her hips hard and fast. "Fuck, you feel good," she muttered, her hands braced on his shoulders.
Daphne stirred beside him, still catching her breath, but she wasn't out of it yet. She leaned in, kissing his neck, slowly drifting lower, her tongue flicking over his chest as Regina rode him. "You're not done," she murmured, sliding a hand between them to touch where he and Regina met, her fingers brushing them both.
Regina hissed, her pace faltering for a second. "Bloody hell, Daphne—keep doing that."
Daphne smirked, her fingers circling, teasing Regina's clit while Harry thrust up into her. It was too much—Regina's moans, Daphne's hands, the slick heat of it all. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on, but Regina clenched around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tipped over the edge, crying out loud enough to echo off the tiles.
She slumped against him, panting, and he wasn't far behind—Daphne's hand slid lower, cupping him, and that was it. He came with a groan, spilling into Regina as she rocked through the aftershocks, her forehead pressed to his.
For a moment, they just breathed—Regina still on his lap, Daphne tucked against his side, all of them slick with sweat and water and each other. Their hot breaths mingled, their chests heaving.
Moments later, Regina laughed, her voice rough and sated, lifting her head to grin at him. "Told you you'd get lucky tonight."
Harry snorted, brushing damp hair from her face. "Yeah, you weren't kidding."
Daphne propped herself up, smirking. "Better than the thrill of facing that Horntail, I'd say."
"Way better," he agreed, pulling her in for a lazy kiss. Regina joined in, their lips brushing together in a messy three-way tangle, and he couldn't help but think—yeah, this was worth every second of that damn tournament.
Daphne's lips trailed down, kissing along his neck once again, while Regina's lips lingered on Harry's for a moment longer, her breath still ragged from the high they'd just ridden out together. She pulled back with a lazy grin, sliding off his lap to flop onto the bench beside him, her legs sprawling wide as she caught her breath. "Merlin's beard, Harry," she said, voice hoarse but teasing. "You've really ruined me for anyone else."
Harry chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. "Good thing I don't plan on sharing."
Daphne, tucked against his side, snorted softly, her fingers still tracing idle patterns on his chest. "You're both ridiculous," she muttered. Harry turned to her, and he could feel the heat in her gaze that hadn't faded, a spark that said she wasn't done—not by a long shot. She shifted, pressing herself closer, her bare skin sticking to his from the dampness and exertion. "You think you're finished?"
He met her gaze, catching the challenge there. "Not even close," he said, his voice low, and before she could respond, he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him easily, her knees digging into the cushion on either side of his hips, and he felt her warmth against him—all slick and ready.
Regina propped herself up on one elbow, smirking as she watched them. "Oi, don't mind me. Just gonna enjoy the show for a sec."
Daphne shot her a look—half-annoyed, half-amused—but didn't stop, her hands sliding up Harry's shoulders to brace herself. "Keep your mouth shut for once," she said, though there was no real bite to it. Then she leaned in, kissing him hard, her tongue pushing past his lips with a hunger that made his head spin. He groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks, pulling her down until he could feel her grinding against him.
She broke the kiss, panting, and reached between them, guiding him to her entrance. "You ready for this?" she asked, her voice rough, and her eyes locked on his.
"Always," he shot back, and with a grin, she sank down, taking him in one slow, forceful slide. They both groaned—her from the stretch, him from the tight, wet heat of her. She was different from Regina—slower to start, more controlled, but no less intense. She rocked her hips, finding a rhythm, and he thrust up to meet her, the bench creaking under them.
"Fuck, Daph," he muttered, his hands sliding up her back to pull her closer. Her tits pressed against his chest, her nipples brushing his skin, and he ducked his head to catch one in his mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her pace faltering for a second, and her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked on his cock.
Regina was in no mood to stay on the sidelines. She shifted closer, kneeling beside them, her hands roaming wherever she could reach. "You two look good like this," she said, her voice thick with lust and mischief. She leaned in, kissing Daphne's neck, and drifted lower, her lips brushing the curve of her breast. Daphne shivered, her head tipping back as Regina's tongue flicked out, teasing her other nipple while Harry worked the first.
"Regina—bloody hell," Daphne breathed, her hips grinding harder against Harry. He could feel her tightening around him, every move driving him deeper, and he thrust up sharper, chasing the heat building between them.
Regina grinned against Daphne's skin, pulling back just enough to slide a hand down her stomach. "Let me help," she said, wanting to return the favor from earlier, and her fingers found where Harry and Daphne met, brushing against them both—rubbing Daphne's clit in quick, tight circles while Harry kept moving inside her. Daphne moaned out loud without any restraint, her body jerking from the double assault.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Daph," Harry groaned, his hands gripping her arse now, guiding her faster. Regina's fingers didn't stop, slick with Daphne's wetness, and she leaned in to kiss him over Daphne's shoulder—messy and wet, her tongue tangling with his while Daphne rode him hard.
Daphne's breath hitched, her moans turning sharper. "Harry—Regina—don't stop—" She was close, he could tell, her walls fluttering around him, and he thrust up harder, slamming into her with every roll of her hips. Regina's hand sped up, her other arm wrapping around Daphne's waist to hold her steady, lips brushing her ear.
"Come on, Daphne," Regina murmured, her voice low and filthy. "Let go. We've got you."
That did it. Daphne tensed, a choked cry ripping from her throat as she came, clenching around Harry so tight he nearly lost it right there. He kept moving, fucking her through her orgasm, her body shaking between him and Regina. She slumped forward, her forehead pressed to his, gasping for air as the aftershocks rolled through her.
Regina pulled her hand back, licking her fingers clean with a grin. "Taste good," she said, winking at Harry. He laughed, breathless, still hard inside Daphne as she caught her breath.
"You're a menace," he told Regina, and turned to Daphne, kissing her slow and deep. She hummed against his lips, starting to rock again—gentler now, but enough to keep him on edge.
"Not done yet?" she asked, her voice rough but teasing as she pulled back to look at him.
"Not with you," he said, and before she could react, he flipped them—lifting her off his lap and laying her back on the bench in one smooth move. She yelped, then laughed, her legs falling open wide as he settled between them. Regina scooted closer, stretching out beside Daphne, her hands already roaming again.
Harry pushed back into Daphne, groaning at the feel of her—still tight, still wet, welcoming him like she was made for it. He set a steady pace, thrusting deep and hard, watching her face as she arched beneath him. Regina leaned over, kissing Daphne's jaw, then her lips, swallowing the little gasps she let out with every thrust.
"Merlin, you're hot like this," Regina muttered, her hand sliding down Daphne's stomach again. She didn't go for her clit this time—instead, she reached further, brushing Harry's cock where it slid in and out, her fingers teasing the base of his manhood before slipping lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently.
"Fuck—Regina," he gritted out, his rhythm stuttering for a second. She smirked, not letting up, her touch light but relentless.
"Keep going," she said, her other hand tangling in Daphne's hair to pull her into another kiss. Daphne moaned into Regina's mouth, her legs wrapping around Harry's hips to pull him in deeper. He obliged, slamming into her harder, the bench rocking with the force of his thrusts. Nothing but moans, grunts, and the filthy sound of their wet skin slapping together echoed in the massive bathroom.
Daphne broke the kiss, her head tipping back. "Harry—fuck, right there—" He hit the same spot again, and again, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Regina shifted, straddling Daphne's stomach now, facing Harry as he fucked her. She leaned forward, kissing him fiercely, her hands braced on his chest while her arse pressed against Daphne's ribs.
"Harder," Regina said against his lips, and he didn't know if she meant for him or Daphne, but he took it as both—thrusting deeper, faster, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Daphne's hands gripped Regina's thighs, her nails biting in as she bucked up to meet him, chasing another high.
Regina's fingers found his nipples, pinching lightly, and he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder. "You're gonna make me lose it," he warned, his voice strained.
"Good," she shot back, grinding down against Daphne's stomach just to feel something herself. "Do it. Fill her up."
Daphne moaned at that, her walls tightening again, and Harry couldn't hold back—thrusting hard one last time as he came, spilling into her with a rough groan. She followed right after, crying out as she clenched around him, milking every last drop of his cum. Regina kept kissing him through it, her hands roaming his chest, his back, until he finally stilled, panting against her neck.
They stayed like that for a moment—Harry buried in Daphne, Regina draped over her, all of them slick with sweat and trembling from the aftermath. Minutes passed when Regina finally slid off, flopping onto her back beside Daphne with a breathless laugh. "Bloody hell, you two. That was insane."
Daphne pushed herself up on her elbows, still catching her breath, and smirked at Harry. "You're a menace," she echoed his words from before, kicking his thigh lightly.
He grinned, pulling out of her red, pulsating snatch and collapsing beside her, one arm slung over her stomach, his palm cupping her tit. "Takes one to know one."
Regina rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. "Guess we're all menaces then. Works for me."
Harry laughed, reaching over to tug her closer, and she went willingly, tucking herself against his other side. Daphne's hand found his over her breast, lacing their fingers together, and for a while, they just lay there—tangled up, spent, and perfectly content.
The prefects' bathroom had never seen a better night.
TBC.
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