A Life at Hogwarts
Chapter 13 - Part 3
He's going to have both of us tonight, she thought, the idea sending a fresh rush of heat straight through her core. Her knickers were already starting to feel damp against her skin. She wanted to prove herself. Wanted him to see exactly how much better she could be when it really mattered. Her mind kept replaying flashes from the last time — the way he had tugged the leash, bent her over his desk, the thick stretch of him filling her completely while he praised her for being such a good girl. The memory made her breath catch slightly. She picked up her pace a little, eager and focused on the night ahead.
A short distance behind her, Daphne walked with graceful, measured steps through the colder dungeons. Her Slytherin robes flowed around her, hiding the dark green lace set underneath — expensive silk and delicate embroidery chosen very carefully. It was the kind of lingerie that screamed pure-blood elegance and quiet confidence, the sort meant to remind him exactly who she was. Family. Greengrass. Trained for this and only this.
The jealousy that had been simmering since the holidays burned hotter with every step. She had heard the whispers about Hermione's late nights. Seen the way the Mudblood looked at him in class, all eager eyes and quick answers. Daphne's jaw tightened as she turned another corner, grey eyes sharp in the low torchlight. Tonight I remind him what real devotion looks like, she thought. Not some frantic, bushy-haired bookworm playing at submission. I'm blood. I understand what he needs.
She adjusted her robes slightly, feeling the lace shift against her skin. Her body felt alive with tension — athletic legs moving smoothly, firm tits brushing against the fabric with each step, a low throb already building between her thighs. She wouldn't lose tonight. She refused to.
They reached Roland's office door at almost the exact same moment. Their eyes locked across the small space between them. The air felt suddenly thick, charged with rivalry and anticipation.
Daphne lifted her chin, a cool, superior smile curving her lips. "If it isn't the eager little Mudblood again. Come to drool and beg like always? I'm surprised you even managed to sneak out without your little friends noticing how desperate you are."
Hermione smiled back, sweet on the surface but sharp underneath. She took a small step closer, voice low and steady. "At least I don't need to hide behind 'family connections' to get his attention, Greengrass. Some of us actually earn it with real skill and dedication instead of just waving our last name around and hoping it's enough."
Daphne's grey eyes narrowed, her posture straightening even more. The torchlight caught the faint flush on her cheeks. "Dedication? Is that what you call spreading your legs and moaning like a desperate whore every chance you get? I'm family. I understand what he really needs on a level you never could. You're just a temporary toy he plays with when he wants something easy and eager."
Hermione didn't back down. She stepped even closer, close enough that they could feel each other's warmth in the cool corridor. "Temporary? We'll see who he keeps coming back to after tonight. At least I don't have to rely on blood to make up for what I lack in actual devotion. Some of us know how to make him feel good without all the pure-blood posturing."
Daphne let out a soft, mocking laugh, though her eyes burned. "Posturing? Says the girl who probably touches herself every night just thinking about his cock. I was raised for this. Trained. I know exactly how to serve him properly — how to take everything he gives and beg for more because it's what I was made for. You're just convenient. A quick, sloppy distraction."
Hermione's cheeks flushed deeper, but her voice stayed firm, laced with that intellectual edge she always had. "Convenient? Funny how he keeps choosing me for extra 'lessons' then. Maybe it's because I actually listen and learn instead of assuming my last name does all the work. We'll find out soon enough who he really wants on her knees tonight."
The tension crackled between them, thick and electric. Both girls stood there breathing a little faster, bodies tense with rivalry and shared anticipation. Daphne's hands clenched slightly at her sides, while Hermione shifted her weight, the ache between her legs only growing stronger from the verbal sparring.
The heavy oak door clicked open before either of them could fire off another jab.
Roland stood there in the doorway, his robes open at the collar, looking perfectly calm and completely in control. His eyes moved slowly over both of them — taking in their flushed cheeks, the way they stood close and bristling with competition. A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
"Inside," he said, voice low and steady. "Both of you."
The heavy door shut behind them with a solid click that seemed to seal the rest of the castle away. Roland leaned back against his desk, arms crossed over his chest, looking completely at ease. His eyes moved slowly over both girls, taking in their flushed cheeks and the way they stood close together, practically vibrating with tension.
"Tonight is simple," he said. "Three rounds. Oral worship first. Then riding and taking me properly. Final round you two make each other cum while I watch. Winner gets a public favor from me — something everyone will notice. I want to see which one of you really wants this more."
Daphne's grey eyes burned with fierce hunger. "I'm ready."
Hermione nodded, her breathing already coming a little faster. "So am I."
Roland's smile was slow and satisfied. "Good. On your knees. Show me what you've got."
Both girls sank down onto the thick rug in front of him without hesitation. Daphne moved with graceful precision, back straight, knees together, her blonde hair falling perfectly over one shoulder. Her grey eyes locked on Roland with that familiar mix of pride and deep submission. Hermione shifted closer right away, brown eyes bright and eager, her bushy hair already a little messy from the walk.
Roland opened his robes and freed his
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"Enough," he said, voice rough. "Hermione wins this round. That desperate little mouth and those eyes sealed it."
Hermione's face lit up with a flushed, triumphant smile, her lips swollen and shiny with spit. She looked wrecked in the best way, eyes bright with victory. Daphne's jaw tightened, but she stayed on her knees, breathing hard through her nose, grey eyes still burning with fierce determination and jealousy.
Roland sat back in his chair, cock still hard and glistening. "Second round. Riding and taking me. Strip."
Both girls stood up on shaky legs and quickly shed their remaining clothes. Daphne's athletic body was on full display — firm tits sitting high on her chest with pale pink nipples already stiff, a toned stomach that flexed with each breath, long strong legs, and a tight rounded ass that flexed as she moved. Hermione's curvier figure looked soft and inviting — full heavy tits that swayed heavily when she pulled off her blouse, thick thighs rubbing together, and a plump ass that jiggled slightly with every step. Both of them were breathing faster now, skin already flushed with arousal, nipples hard in the cool air of the office.
"On the couch," Roland ordered, his voice low and rough.
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Daphne won the round. Her desperate athletic riding, the way her cunt had squeezed him so perfectly, and her raw determination had pushed him right to the edge. She looked flushed and triumphant, breathing hard, sweat glistening on her skin as she caught her breath. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at her lips even as her thighs trembled.
"Final round," Roland said, stroking his slick cock slowly as he stood up. "On the rug. Make the other one cum first."
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Daphne stayed on her knees on the rug, head bowed, breathing hard, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Hermione stood slowly, pulling her clothes back on with a small satisfied smirk directed down at Daphne. "See you in class, Greengrass." She slipped out of the office, still glowing, the door clicking shut behind her.
Roland sat back down in his chair, still breathing a little heavier, and motioned Daphne closer with two fingers. "Come here."
Daphne stayed on her knees for a second longer, grey eyes downcast, chest still rising and falling quickly from everything that had just happened. Then she crawled to him slowly across the rug, her athletic body moving with graceful submission even now. Her firm tits swayed gently beneath her as she moved, nipples still hard, skin flushed and shiny with sweat. The taste of Hermione and Roland still lingered on her tongue, mixing with the jealousy burning low in her stomach. She stopped right between his spread legs, looking up at him through her lashes, waiting.
Roland cupped her chin gently with one hand and lifted her face. His thumb brushed slowly over her swollen lower lip, wiping away a stray string of spit. "You did really well tonight, Daphne. I mean that," he said, voice low and warm with genuine praise. "You took everything I gave you like the good girl you are. Fought hard. Rode me like you needed it more than air. I saw how much you wanted to win."
Daphne's grey eyes softened just a fraction at the words, a small spark of pride cutting through the jealousy. She leaned into his touch, pressing her cheek against his palm. "I tried," she whispered, voice hoarse from all the moaning and sucking. "I always try for you."
Roland smiled faintly and guided the fat head of his still-hard cock to her lips. "Open for me."
She parted her lips obediently, taking him in slowly. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head first, licking up the messy mix of her own juices, Hermione's, and his precum. She sucked gently at first, hollowing her cheeks as she worked more of his thick length into her warm mouth. The taste was strong and filthy — salty, musky, the unmistakable flavor of both girls' cunts mixed together. She moaned softly around him, the vibration traveling down his shaft.
Roland let out a low groan, one hand resting lightly on the back of her head. "That's it. Such a perfect family slut for me. You trained so hard for this, didn't you? Sneaking away during the holidays just to practice taking cock down your throat."
Daphne hummed in agreement, pushing forward until her nose brushed against his stomach. She held him deep in her throat for a long moment, swallowing around his thickness, her grey eyes watering but locked on his face. She pulled back slowly, lips dragging along every vein, then sank down again with wet, deliberate strokes. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, working him expertly while her hands rested on his thighs.
"You feel so good in my mouth," she murmured when she pulled off for air, strings of thick spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock. She licked along the side, kissing and sucking softly. "I love tasting all of it. Tasting how you used both of us. I'll always be better for you… I promise."
Roland's fingers tightened in her blonde hair, guiding her rhythm. "I know you will. You're my good Greengrass girl. So graceful even when you're choking on my cock." He started fucking her mouth a little harder, hips rocking forward in slow, deep thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet office again — loud slurping, soft gagging, the occasional moan vibrating around his length. Daphne took it all, relaxing her throat and letting him use her, tears slipping down her cheeks as she breathed carefully through her nose.
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