Harry's Winter Wonderland (Ch. 6 - Daphne's Perfect Morning)

I had planned for my next chapter to be more of Harry's Perfect Summer, but it took longer than expected. Because of this, I pivoted to this instead, which I had already written a bit of already. There should be more of Harry's Perfect Summer very, very soon, as well as another poll :)

See the attached PDF/EPUB for Chapter 6 of Harry's Winter Wonderland! (I am experimenting with including all chapters in a single pdf / epub, please let me know if there is anything you would like to see improved!)

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.

If there was one habit Harry had picked up during his stays in the Dursley household, it was the habit of waking up early in the morning, before the sun rose above the horizon and the morning dew had a chance to evaporate. Back then, he had sought to be up and about before his aunt and uncle had a chance to shout orders in his direction, hoping vainly that if he wasn't there, they wouldn't remember what chores they had in mind for him.

The previous nights events, however, had made him sleep in longer than usual, and he only stirred from his slumber as the first light of dawn was starting to filter in through the curtains, the warmth of Lily Moon's body pressed against his making it almost unbearable to leave the comfort of the bed.

But the call of the crisp morning air and the thrill of flight were too enticing to resist. He slipped out from under the covers, taking care not to disturb Moon, who murmured softly in her sleep, a contented smile playing on her lips.

Harry quickly donned his clothes, the fabric rough against his skin after the softness of the sheets and Moon's warmth. He tiptoed out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, and made his way quietly through the cabin towards the living room.

He blamed his aching boner on Moon's perfect ass, which he had the pleasure of being pressed up against throughout the night, but he couldn't help but feel a stirring of excitement at the thought of flying again. It had been too long since he had last taken his Firebolt out for a spin, and he couldn't wait to feel the wind in his hair and the thrill of speed coursing through his veins.

He stepped down the stairs and into the living room, the morning light illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air, the silence in the cabin broken only by the soft, distant calls of birds outside and the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece.

He had expected to be the only one awake at this ungodly hour, but as he entered the living room, his eyes fell upon a sight that made him freeze, and his breath catch in his throat.

There, standing by the large picture window with the silent, majestic landscape of the snow-covered mountains beyond, was none other than his icy queen. There was always something utterly bewitching and terribly terrifying about a beautiful blonde, but when it was Daphne Greengrass, she never failed to take his breath away. She stood with her back turned to him, her head tilted slightly as if lost in thought. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose, effortless curls, shimmering like gold under the morning dawn that had just barely begun to creep through the frost encasing the glass.

She wore nothing but an extremely sheer, see-through t-shirt; so tantalisingly thin that it did nothing but accentuate her generous curves, failing to conceal her heavenly body. It hung loosely off one shoulder, exposing the smooth, creamy skin beneath, and just as it reached the middle of her back, it suddenly dipped, giving Harry a perfect view of her round, bubble butt. And the sheer, silky fabric made no qualms about her lack of underwear; a seemingly endemic affliction among the naughty witches in this cabin.

The sight it presented was like a goddess revealing herself to her most ardent devotee. The way the sun rose in front of her, casting an ethereal glow about her, the golden light illuminating her form as if she were a figure carved from the very essence of the dawn itself. Her perfect, pale skin seemed to glow, almost translucent in the morning light, her curves soft and inviting, her body begging for Harry's touch.

But the most enchanting sight of all, the one that made his cock twitch with the desperate need to fill her, was the sight of her bare, glistening pussy lips, peeking out from between her legs; the folds of her cunt bathed in a celestial halo, as if kissed by the first light of heaven itself.

Harry was eternally perplexed by this girl. Despite her teasing and her love of showing off her body, there was an innocence to her, a vulnerability that she tried so hard to hide. She was a puzzle that he longed to solve, a riddle that he ached to unravel. And as he stood there, his cock straining against his trousers, his heart felt an undeniable urge to make that ice melt, to make her his.

"See something you like, Potter?"

The sweet, melodic sound of Daphne's voice filled his ears, and he realised that he had been utterly busted. She hadn't even turned to face him, but he knew that there was a smirk playing on those perfect, pouty lips of hers, and he could already hear the occasional haughty lilt of her voice as she teased and chided him.

Damn. What was it about this girl that always left him so utterly flustered? One moment he wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her, and the next he wanted to lavish her body in soft, tender kisses.

"I do," Harry answered truthfully, stepping closer to her, his eyes locked onto the perfect curve of her ass as he approached her. "I could watch you all day."

Daphne chuckled, the sound like music to his ears, and she glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a teasing smile.

He watched as she finally turned towards him, her perfect arse disappearing from view, but replaced with an equally enticing sight. Her perfect tits, large and round, with pale pink nipples that were already hard, jutted out invitingly from the see-through fabric of her t-shirt, and he couldn't help but feel his mouth go dry.

"I always knew you were a perv, Potter," she said, clearly amused. "But I'm flattered all the same."

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Oh, so you admit to being a cocktease, Greengrass?" he said, his voice rough with an aching longing to bury his cock balls deep between those long, perfect legs.

She seemed to shiver at his words, and he could see the goosebumps rise on her pale skin, but she merely chuckled, a soft, sweet sound that made his cock throb angrily once more. "Surely you're only a tease if you never follow through?" she asked, her blue eyes filled with a promise that made his heart race.

"And what kind of tease are you, then?" he asked, his eyes locked onto her perfect tits as he took a step closer to her, his hands itching to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft, warm skin beneath his fingers.

"Only the best kind," she said, her eyes flashing with heat as she looked him over, her gaze lingering on the obvious bulge in his trousers.

There was a moment of silence between them, a pause as heavy and thick as the arousal that filled the air, the tension between them as palpable as the heavy weight of his aching cock.

"So... what are you doing up so early?" she asked, changing the topic.

"I wanted to take my Firebolt out for a ride," he said, his voice gruff and low, the thought of flying suddenly unimportant to him.

"A ride?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweet innocence. She took a step closer to him, close enough that if his cock were out of its confines, it would be pressing incessantly against her lower belly. "You sure there's nothing else you'd rather ride?" she whispered, her hand reaching out to caress his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the contour of his muscles.

Harry felt a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine at her touch, his cock jerking in his trousers. "I'm sure I can think of a few things, yeah," he said, his voice rough as sandpaper.

"And I'd bet they're all very interesting," she said, her hand tracing a path down his chest, her fingers splaying over his abs, tracing the grooves that separated the muscles.

He let out a low groan as she reached the buckle of his trousers, his hands reaching out to grab her wrist, stopping her from going any further.

"Join me on my flight, Greengrass?" he asked, his eyes dark with lust.

She smiled, her blue eyes alight with excitement. "I'd love to—come—with you, Potter."

And before Harry could formulate a response, Daphne had closed the distance between them, her body pressing against his, the thin fabric of her t-shirt providing little barrier to the heat that radiated from her perfect body. She leaned up on her tiptoes, her lips brushing against his in a soft, sweet kiss, the heat of her breath mingling with his, the taste of her sweet lips making his head spin.

His rough hands cupped her perfect arse, the softness of her flesh fitting perfectly in the palms of his hands, and he could feel her shiver in delight as she ground her hips against him, the bulge in his trousers pressing against her stomach.

"I'd better go get changed, then," she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she pulled away from him, the sudden absence of her warmth making him feel almost cold, as if the air had suddenly turned frigid.

"You do that," Harry said, his voice hoarse as he watched her walk away, her perfect arse swaying back and forth as she made her way up the staircase and to her room, leaving him standing in the living room with a raging hard-on and a mind full of lust.

...

"Ready?"

Harry had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed Daphne's arrival, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a thick, puffy winter jacket. She held her long, blonde hair in a loose ponytail, her ears covered with a thick, fluffy pair of earmuffs.

He blinked, his gaze lingering on her plump lips, and he felt his cock twitch at the thought of her perfect mouth around it.

"Yeah." He had already mounted his Firebolt, the broomstick vibrating excitedly beneath him. "Just take a seat," he said, tapping his lap with a gloved hand, indicating where she should sit.

Daphne giggled, her cheeks flushed from the cold morning air, and she stepped closer to him, placing her dainty hands on his broad shoulders as she swung her leg over the broomstick, straddling him as she sat down on his lap, facing him.

"Like this? Or should I face the other way?" she asked, her voice light and teasing as she wiggled her perfect arse against his crotch, pressing her chest against his.

Harry felt a surge of pleasure shoot through him, his cock throbbing with need, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from moaning.

"You can sit like that if you want to," he said, snaking one hand around her slender waist. "Just hold on tight!"

And with a swift kick, they were soaring over the mountain peaks, the snow-covered landscape stretching out beneath them in all its splendor as they left the cabin far behind.

Disclaimer: This story is set in a timeline where Harry Potter returns to Hogwarts for his final, eight year after defeating Voldemort. All characters featured in this story are 18+, and none of them are related to each other.