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The first thing Harry felt was the incessant pounding reverberating through his skull. The second thing he felt was infinitely more pleasant. There was a hand, much smaller and softer than his own, slowly stroking him to hardness. Despite the throbbing pain, Harry forced himself to open his eyes.

To say he was shocked to see the cerulean eyes of Daphne Greengrass staring up at him would be an understatement. She was snuggled into his side, her head on his chest and her long blonde hair spread out around her. When she noticed him staring blearily at her, she grinned.

"Finally awake, Potter? Good. They'll be expecting me for brunch, but I want another shag before I leave."

Harry just stared at her dumbly. He had no idea how Daphne, a curvy Slytherin from his year at Hogwarts, had wound up in his bed, but he wasn't about to ask her for answers. Even he wasn't thick enough to risk angering her; not while she quite literally held him in the palm of her hand. Besides, it felt rather brilliant.

Though Daphne's arse had inspired a few of his wanks as a randy teenager, he'd spoken maybe a dozen words to her in his six years at Hogwarts. They'd spoken a bit more often since, at official functions and the like, but only superficially. The only time he'd seen any genuine emotion from her was at last year's Ministry Christmas party, when her younger sister announced her engagement to Draco Malfoy.

'Wait...Malfoy's wedding...'

Harry didn't like the pompous git any more than he had in school, but as two of the most prominent members of the new generation, the public would have made a big deal out of Harry not being at Malfoy's wedding. So yesterday he'd gone, and said all the right things to all the right people, even while bored out of his mind.

Despite his haze, bits and pieces of the previous day started coming back to Harry. He remembered that the Greengrass parents had provided a most excellent (and free) selection of alcohol. He remembered thinking that Draco's mum was quite sexy for her age. And he remembered Daphne plopping herself down next to him after the ceremony, matching him drink for drink as they bonded over what a sodding bastard Malfoy is. It didn't take Hermione to piece together what happened next. Sadly, Harry could recall virtually nothing of the act itself.

“Ready for round 2, Potter?” Daphne asked him. She had stopped stroking him and was now straddling him, rocking back and forth against his hardness. There was lust in her eyes the likes of which Harry had never seen. While he might have forgotten most of it, he'd clearly made a good impression the first time around.

Without a word, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled them over so he was on top of her. Daphne hooked her legs around him and moaned as he entered her. Harry's head was still throbbing, so he buried his face into her neck and closed his eyes as he began thrusting.

If he couldn't remember round 1, he'd have to make the most of round 2. And, if she were up for it, maybe round 3.