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"Come on peeps!" Shay called out, waving all the other eighth years to her. Slowly the boys and girls surrounded them, sitting down in a circle. "Let's play truth or dare!" The alcohol was already flowing in the dimly lit Room of Requirements, casting some shadows on the surrounding students. Everyone had their cup ready, Shay quickly explained the rules, especially to the purebloods in the room.
It was weird being here with them, sharing drinks and talking, but everybody needed a fresh start by now. And everybody was ready for it. Harry watched quietly as the bottle was spun and the question popped for the first time. "Ronja, truth or dare?"
The red head thought about it for a minute before answering, "Truth!" It would be a tame start to the evening for sure. "How many people have you kissed?" Really a tame start for all of them. "Two.", the young woman answered truthfully, grinning before she sipped from her cup, relaxing back after she had spun the bottle herself. Some people refused to answer, so they had to drink from their cups, everyone of them slowly getting more tipsy. Harriet's eyes darted over to her person of interest, Darcia Malfoy.
She had returned like the other Slytherins, part of her deal with the ministry was to finished school. The blonde looked a little bored, listening to the dares and truths while steadily sipping on her cup, long fingers curled around it. Her long legs were underneath her, heels clacking together every now and then. It was wilde how she could walk in those. Harry couldn't help thinking about it, one time they had run into each other in the hallway and she had to look up to even catch her eye. "Harry?" Hermes voice echoed through her mind and she blinked quickly, blushing as she realised she had been caught staring.
"What?" The brunette looked around, eyes landing on the bottle which was pointed at her. "Truth or dare, Potter." Payton told her, looking directly at her while Darcia rested her head on the young man's shoulder, red lips smirking at Harry.
"Uh. Dare." The whole room laughed or giggled, making her feel uneasy. Was it a bad decision? No, surely not. She was a Gryffindor. She was brave and honestly, what stupid dare could Payton come up with?
"Well... strip your shirt."
Shocked the brunette looked over at the man, glaring daggers at him before standing up and getting rid of her shirt, dropping it beside herself while receiving wolf whistles. Her eyes caught those of the blonde Slytherin who grinned a little, who was carefully eyeing her and biting her bottom lip. She looked just long enough to catch sight of her ex rivals tongue licking over her bottom lip. If she didn't know any better she would say Darcia had hunger in her eyes. But she knew better, this was surely nothing.
A little embarrassed she sat back down, downing her cup in one go before spinning the bottle. They kept going for a few rounds, Harry watching each spin before it eventually landed on Darcia. "Truth!" The blonde grinned, taking a sip from her own cup, sure to receive a normal question or at least nothing too embarrassing.
"Did you cum during sex?" They had definitely crossed the line to more raunchy questions. Payton had started it and the others just carried it on, letting people snog or strip as well.
Harry's eyes flew to Darcia when the question was asked, seeing how her cheeks burned bright red. "Yes." A zap went through the blonde, leaving her stunned and Shay laughed. "Sorry people, lying isn't on the table here." Embarrassed Darcia corrected her statement, hiding her face behind the cup as she downed the drink. Peyton was immediately close to her ear, whispering. Was it him? Did he not make her cum? Harry couldn't help herself, she had to wonder. Making a woman cum wasn't that hard if you had the right technique.
Eventually the people got bored with the same old questions, letting the game come to an end and people tended to... other activities. Hermes and Ronja were off, snogging in an armchair, just like Shay and her girlfriend. Harry wandered around, eyes landing on Malfoy in her heels beside the table with drinks.
"Never came, huh?"
Malfoy practically jumped when she heard her voice, turning around and shooting daggers at her with her grey eyes.
"None of your business, Potter!"
True. But Peyton was really worried for you there.", she kept teasing, biting her own lip while she leaned against the table with drinks.
"He.. he was just worried."
"That he couldn't make you cum?" She really couldn't help herself.
Anger flashed over Malfoy's face, who put her drink down angrily.
"No! And like I said, none of your business!" Then the blonde was off, heels clacking on the stone floor as she rushed to the door, skirt flying a bit up with her fast struts. If Harry just looked a bit closer she would be able to see underneath it. Warmth pooled in her belly and she bit her lip again. Well, there went her opportunity for a nice and quick.... what did she even want from her?
How Malfoy got away with her outfits was beyond Harry. She wore short skirts and heels, surely not conform with their dress code. One time headmistress McGonagall caught her and made her change into a different outfit, leaving Darcia with that blush over her cheeks again.
"Got dress coded, huh?" Harry teased when she took her seat in potions, almost screaming when the blonde stepped on her foot in those damned heels.
"Watched, huh?" She hissed back, without looking away from Professor Slughorn. "Are we back to sixth year where you stalk me?" She whispered, leaning forward before raising her hand to answer a question their Professor had asked.
Like she was caught in the act Harry went quiet, quickly writing her notes down. "Thought so." Darcia hissed at the end of class, once again twirling around before grabbing Peyton's arm and walking away with him. It left Hardy sitting there with jealousy in her bones. Why was she always holding onto that rat? Or rather snake if they still went by houses.
Grumbling she got up as well, packing her stuff and heading to the library.
Madam Pince kept a close eye on all students, but especially those who were known to be couples, who searched for quiet corners to make out. Harry rolled her eyes as another couple fled the quiet place, Madam Pince glaring angrily at them.
"I really don't get it. She clings to him like... like pollen to a bee!" Harry muttered. It wasn't the first time she was grumbling about Malfoy and Parkinson. They were her new obsession and Ronja and Hermes were already rather fed up with it.
"Why do you care? Even if they fuck, it's none of your business." Ronja reminded her best friend, immediately getting a stern talking to from her boyfriend for using such crude words.
"I don't know. I just can't believe she would stay together with someone who doesn't care about her body."
"No one said that, though Harry.", Hermes told her, looking through his books on the History of Healing. Another true point. But honestly, if you read just a bit about female anatomy and tried it out a little you could get almost every woman to come. Almost like she had smelled it Malfoy walked past the three of them, skirt once again short and legs long. Oh so long. Harry bit her bottom lip, feeling something stir in her belly. She had a thing for tall people, she knew that. Gideon was taller than her as well, but women? She knew she was bi, but tall women had never come to her mind. And it was like Malfoy could feel it, she turned her head and captured Harry's gaze, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at her before stalking off.
"Ms. Potter. You used to be much better at potions." Slughorn said, shaking his head as he dropped her potions essay in front of her. "I want you to study properly, our next quiz is soon and I'd hate to make you retake it."
Harry sighed, this piece of.... whatever it was, had already taken her several days. Now she had to study even more?
"Ms. Malfoy is going to help you." Both of the girls looked up, Harry ready to argue but the Professors face was stern. He wouldn't allow backtalk from her. Not today.
After class Malfoy waited, arms crossed over her chest. "Let's get this over with. Today we will meet in the library. At least bring a few braincells. Working ones." Then she hurried off, leaving traces of her perfume in the air which made Harry all dizzy.
After their final classes of the day they met up, Darcia already sitting in a chair, long legs crossed as Harry arrived. "You made it, thank Merlin for that!" The blonde opened two books at once, motioning for Harry to sit down. "I will ask you questions, when you can't answer you owe me a chocolate frog."
Dumbfounded Harry looked at her, swallowing. "And what if I get the answer right?"
"What do you want?" There was tension in the air, leaving room for imagination. Harry thought about it for a moment, unsure of what to answer. "If your answers take long like that you can already order a lifetime supply of chocolate." She hummed, grabbing her book and starting. Harry had wasted her opportunity.
They spent the day learning, Darcia asking Harry question after question and keeping tally marks as prove. Eventually they took a break after an hour, the blonde popping a chewing gum between her red lips while thinking of new questions. "I think we are done for today.", she eventually said, closing her books and looking Harry straight into the eye. It felt like she was looking into her soul. Those haunting grey eyes would visit her again tonight, Harry was sure of it. "See ya, Potter." With a swish of her wand all books and quills and parchment were in her bag.
"Malfoy." Harry reached for her arm, fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Maybe we uh.. could study again tomorrow evening?" The blonde looked stunned, thinking for a moment before nodding. "In the Room of Requirement. I'm sure it will be just as good there and there will be less distractions." Another couple got ushered out as they spoke.
"Sure. Eight o`clock." Malfoy hesitantly agreed and then freed her wrist, walking away quickly. Harry's fingers tingled, excitement running through her veins.
The next evening Harry stood in front of the wall which led into the room. Quietly she entered, surprised to find Darcia already lounging on an ottoman there. The blonde looked up, long hair cascading down over her shoulders and she motioned to another ottoman, making Harry sit down. "I thought about a reward system. You get chocolate frogs-" Immediately the room provided her with a bag full of the frogs, "and I get answers to questions."
Hesitantly Malfoy agreed, retrieving a frog for herself and sighing. "You are already rather popular." She showed Harriet the card, causing a blush to appear on her face.
They started with the same questions from the day before, Darcia answering Harry's questions without much of a struggle, even though they were personal.
"Why Parkinson?"
"What?" Darcia didn't get it. "Potter! We are best friends, he didn't... He was my first kiss but we never did it!" She looked almost enraged, pale skin flushing so very easily. It felt like the room was getting hotter every minute, making Malfoy fan herself a little. "Why are you so obsessed with my sex life?!"
Now it was Harry's turn to blush, she couldn't tell her about her dreams. Because instead of nightmares most of her nights were now filled with Malfoy inviting her back to her room. "I.. I just don't get it how one can be so incompetent. With the right technique and all..." She trailed off, her own cheeks burning hot.
"So you think you are the master of making people cum? Oh that fits you so well! Not only the saviour of the world but also saviour of women-kind because you've got magic fingers!" Malfoy seemed enraged now.
"Come on! You know I didn't mean it like that! I just.." The tension was high between them and it seemed like sparks were flying. Their ottomans were a meter or so apart, Malfoy's smooth legs were now brushing against Harry's as the woman got into her personal space, red lips pressed tightly together.
"No. I don't get how you mean it."
Harry didn't know what got her, the close proximity of their bodies or Malfoy's red face which seemed so oddly familiar. Her hand darted out, resting on Malfoy's tigh, fingers stroking carefully over the naked skin.
"I meant anybody who knows a bit about female anatomy could give you a proper fuck." Warmth pooled in her belly, her knee which was between Malfoy's knees carefully knocked them further apart. The blondes breath hitched and her fingers curled into the fabric beneath her. Grey eyes darted between Harry's still stroking fingers and her face up and down. The brunettes own tongue darted out to wet her lips. It was like her mind was turned off when the next sentence left her lips. "Want to prove my thesis?"
It was like a switch was turned inside of Harry's mind, she felt bolder and when Malfoy's hot eyes landed on her lips once again the brunette dared to take the next step. She leaned over, capturing Malfoy in a hot kiss which was immediately returned. They kissed with tongue and teeth, like they had just been waiting for the other person to make a move. Years of built up tension finally released and Harry pushed herself up, still kissing Malfoy and pushing her back down. Surprised Darcia's back hit the soft fabric underneath her and she stared up at Harry, lipstick smeared while her chest rose and fell heavily. Harry was in between her legs, arms now caging Malfoy beneath her and before she knew it her hands flew up and the blonde tangled her fingers in Harry's hair, pulling her back down to continue kissing. Harry grinned as Malfoy pushed her lips apart with her tongue, saliva mixing together as their tongues explored each others mouths. A slight pull on her curls made Harry moan a little and she felt the mischievous grin on Darcia's lips.
But two could play that game. Harry let one of her hands wander, stroking over Malfoy's neck and down to her blouse, opening the buttons with just one hand before stroking over her breasts, squeezing one of them in her hand. Just like that she elected a moan from Malfoy, grinning back.
"Is that a yes?", Harry teased when they pulled apart, looking down at the girl with her ruined lipstick. That was a sight she wouldn't forget.
"Potter!" Darcia pushed herself up on her elbows, glaring at Harry who was completely dressed, still. Angrily the blonde shoved her shirt up, tugging it roughly over Harry's head and revealing a sports bra. Then she got rid of her own shirt. Her chest was flushed and she swallowed thickly, meanwhile Harry couldn't help but stare. Her sports bra was comfortable and kept her chest well hidden, while Darcia's bra enhanced the roundness of her breasts and Harry had to bite her lip to stop a groan from escaping. The black bra looked nice, making Darcia's skin appear even lighter. "Suits you." She grinned, gasping when Malfoy tugged her back down.
"Either you give me a good fuck or we pretend this never happened.", the blonde growled, electing a moan from Harry as she bit her bottom lip. With wide blown pupils Harry got to work, giving the other woman another bruising kiss before kissing down over her neck, sucking at the spot between shoulder and neck. A huge love bite formed and she grinned to herself. Then she traveled further down, cupping her breasts after opening her bra and tossing it away. She took one of her pale nipples into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it while her one of her hands continued the journey further south. With a snap of her fingers Malfoy's skirt was gone and she carefully ran her fingers over the front of her panties. All actions got small rewards, a moan here, a strangled gasp there. Harry loved it, she didn't know Malfoy could try to be so quiet.
"Oh come on, pretty girl. I wanna hear you."
Finally Harry's fingers slid underneath her underwear, flicking over her clit before moving lower and being met by wet lips already. That elicited another moan and Malfoy's legs fell further open. Harry moved back, finally removing her underwear and fingering her carefully.
Her fingers worked swiftly on Malfoy, curling inside her warm, wet heat. Moan after moan fell from the blondes lips, fingers curled into the fabric underneath her.
"H-Harry!" She moaned, eyes fluttering open as she reached out and laced her fingers into the dark curls, electing a moan from Harry as she tugged on the strands. Roughly she got pulled up, Malfoy bit and kissed her at the same time while Harry's fingers were still working eagerly. Moaning Malfoy broke the kiss, throwing her head back as Harry's thumb swept over her clit. "You like that, pretty girl?" Harry asked, voice filled with lust as she brushed her thumb over her clit again, electing another moan. "Answer me." She ordered but all she got was another moan. The brunette kept toying with her clit, watching as Darcia writhed a little. Finally she broke. "Yes! Ooh!" The blond looked at her with lust blown eyes and then Harry went down on her, sliding her tongue over her clit before removing her fingers and replacing them with her tongue. She hadn't given head to another woman before but judging by Darcia's eager moans she was doing something right. Slowly she stopped tongue fucking her and instead started to suck on her clit. Three fingers entered the blonde again, fucking her while steady moans spilled from her lips.
"H-Harry! God yess!" The grip in Harry's hair got more tight, pushing and pulling her head up and down. Malfoy's hips met her eagerly until Harry used her second hand to push her hips down. "Fuck! Yes yes yes yes!" Darcia came hard on Harry's fingers, moaning and almost screaming Harry's name in the end.
Satisfied the brunette pulled back, grinning at the blonde who laid there all spent. Shaky hands pulled Harry down, then Malfoy kissed her again, eagerly licking into her mouth and tasting herself. "God.. Potter." She sighed, eyes still hazy from her orgasm.
"Told you I would fuck you good, baby." The pet name slipped but Darcia didn't seem to mind. Instead her long fingers made their way down to Harry's crotch but the brunette stopped her gently. "Another time. If you want to. Enjoy yourself now."
They cuddled after Harry conjured a blanket for them and the blonde dozed off shortly afterwards in her arms. She could get used to Malfoy shutting up. Especially after such a good time spent together.