A/N - Slightly AU - Some changes to canon reaching back to POA. This was found in one of my notebooks, having been mostly written in 2016 (during the Summer Euro tournament)... If anyone wants to adopt this, feel free, I'm not stopping you... Just make sure you credit me.

By the way, this was kinda inspired by Seriously a Bastard by Erbkaiser. Uploaded to AO3 as "Daphne's Fall"

Daphne Greengrass was in ecstasy, laying on the bed of the Boy-Who-Lived, her Slytherin tie and garters the only items of clothing remaining on her body after the way she had been ravished by the Gryffindor Fifth Years.

Remembering how she got into the situation that she was in, she felt herself being invaded in her arse by Dean Thomas, his cock thrusting in her rear, whilst Neville Longbottom had placed his in her pussy. She knew that she would be galleons up at the end of the night, but it had all came down to one person who decided how many cocks she had at a time.

Harry Potter - her betrothed, her master, her pimp.

It was all thanks to Potter that she found herself craving cock, that she found herself a mess every night, that she had been used by members from all four houses.

Daphne found out that Potter was to be betrothed to her in a contract that was almost as bad as what Narcissa Black had been held under when she had been summoned with her parents to Gringotts in her Third Year.

Reading the contract, she saw that she was effectively chattel, bound to do whatever the Lord Potter wanted her to do, the moment her parents confirmed the contract was valid.

And they did. They agreed that despite the death of the former Lord and Lady Potter, Daphne and Harry were to marry once they both were of age. 'Damn you Charlus Potter. You and your wife have screwed me over.'

Daphne had told Harry what the contract meant, and he smiled. A plan was forming in his head, and Daphne was scared.

The last time she had saw a smile like that was when Marcus Flint had found Tracey Davis alone in the Slytherin Common Room. As a Half Blood female, she had no status in the house of the snakes, and Daphne watched as Tracey was used by the Heir to the Flint family.

She remembered when Harry's eyes turned briefly from an emerald colour to a deep grey, before returning to their natural green, the magic of the Potter Family and the contract blended in with his magic, and then she felt it.

The feeling of obeying her master, being loyal to him, and him only.

As Neville took his erection from her, Seamus Finnegan replacing him, Daphne remembered her first time with Harry. It was just before she had departed Hogwarts for Christmas, before the argument with Hermione Granger.

Harry had took her to a broom closet on the Seventh Floor, opposite a statue of someone teaching trolls to dance, and took her virginity. He had been rough on her, making her sore all over. But she wanted more, and he let her, by taking her a second time, teasing her nipples and taking her arse.

Daphne remembered the dream that happened that night, how she was tied up on the Head Table whilst Dumbledore was giving a speech, Harry in her pussy, Draco in her arse and Cedric Diggory in her mouth. And everybody was watching, the rest of the students just in awe over how the 3 male seekers in the Hogwarts Quidditch teams were just using her as a cum dump.

Then the dream changed, how she had dreamt that she was tied up, with Marcus Flint had her on his bed, and was being forced to service him. Then Severus Snape came in, then Argus Filch. Being filled up with all three men, all her holes stuffed full. When she told Harry, he smiled. The same smile as what happened at Gringotts.

She knew she was screwed.

As Daphne felt Ron twisting her nipples, she saw Harry sitting to the side, pulling out memory strands, putting them in vials.

She remembered how, despite him publically being the Gryffindor Golden Boy, he was ruthless. When Crabbe and Goyle tried to force her into a broom closet, she saw him cast a curse at Malfoy's two friends. Then she remembered how he walked up to them and said one thing that made her knickers wetten.

"You want to fuck her, you better pay."

And they did. Twenty Galleons each. Apparently a whole underground network for paying for sex had been going on at Hogwarts, mostly within her own house, and it had been going on ever since the days of Horace Slughorn being Potions Master.

Even women were not off limits to use her. She remembered how her younger sister, Astoria, paid Harry ten Galleons to use her. Daphne remembered how her younger sister used a family potion to grow her own cock, and how Astoria had made her orgasm multiple times.

As Harry stood up from his chair, loosening his cock from its prison, she knew that she was in for more, and that her betrothed, her master, her pimp would provide it.