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December Poll Winner - Harry/Daphne - Lost in Each Other
🕑 Added 2022-12-31 16:59:01 +0000 UTCAN: Happy New Years everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the content I've put out so far this year and are looking forward to what's to come in the new year. I'll be continuing on with my three main series, but I have another one in active development that I hope to be able to start releasing in February. Of course, we'll be continuing on with the monthly patron-voted stories as well!
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Harry blinked in surprise at the concoction before him. Potions class had always been a struggle for him—in no small part due to Snape’s antagonistic behaviour, but also due to his lack of talent in the subject—and he had expected it to go no differently this year even with a new professor, Horace Slughorn, at the helm. However, this potion clearly begged to differ. It was perfect.
And it was all thanks to this old, worn-out textbook in his hands. He had been so annoyed when he saw that half of the instructions were scribbled out and replaced with the previous owner’s, but it was clear now that the owner really knew their stuff. Adding in those clockwise stirs after every seventh counterclockwise stir had done just the trick: it turned the potion into the exact shade of pale pink that the book described.
Glancing around the room, there didn’t appear to be anyone who had a potion that even came close to his. Ron’s was a complete mess, Ernie Macmillan from Hufflepuff had a vial of navy gunk in his hands and a disgusted look on his face, and even Padma Patil looked to be close to crying over how poorly her attempt was turning out. Slughorn had warned them that Draught of Living Death would be a challenging brew, and he didn’t expect a perfect potion from anyone. Evidently, most would be far away from anything remotely resembling a perfect potion.
There were a few who got close though. Malfoy, despite the tired look on his face, managed to reach an odd shade of magenta that wasn’t quite, Hermione’s was a pale purple that seemed to refuse to change its colour no matter what she tried to do to it, and Daphne Greengrass had a very neon pink-coloured potion.
“Time’s up!” Slughorn announced. “Everyone, please stop stirring.”
Harry had already set his ladle aside and was awaiting Slughorn’s inspection. The man took his time looking into everyone’s cauldrons. He never said a word, just examined it closely and moved on to the next. When he passed by Hermione’s potion, he gave it an encouraging nod, but it did little to lift Hermione’s dismayed face.
However, when Slughorn reached Harry’s cauldron, the man nearly jumped for joy. “Yes! Excellent!” Slughorn shouted. “This is the finest one of the lot; a virtually perfect Draught of Living Death! Quite impressive given it’s your first attempt. Ah, you’ve clearly inherited your mother’s potion-making talents.” His hands quickly searched his robes for that tiny bottle of Felix Felicis, also known as Liquid Luck. As soon as he grabbed it, he forced it into Harry’s waiting hands. “Here you are, as promised, one vial of Felix Felicis. Use it well!”
As Harry reveled in the moment of finally succeeding once in Potions class, he saw the various looks directed his way. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott, two Slytherins, looked furious that Harry had won the vial. Several other Ravenclaws looked disappointed in their own efforts and envious at Harry’s success. Hermione looked distraught too, and Ron seemed to be in disbelief.
To Harry’s surprise, Malfoy, the one who he expected to have the strongest reaction, didn’t seem to care in the slightest. In fact, he wasn’t even paying attention to Harry. He was just staring off at the wall in thought.
This wasn’t the first time Harry had caught him acting oddly; Harry couldn’t wrap his mind around why Malfoy was being so different this year, but it was definitely strange.
“Thank you, professor,” Harry said to Slughorn as he slipped the vial of Felix Filicis away.
“You earned it, my dear boy,” Slughorn laughed jovially. “Now off you all go. You don’t want to be late for supper.”
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Daphne Greengrass couldn’t believe it.
Well, actually, she could. When it came to her best friend and crush of the last few years, Harry Potter, nothing was off the table. Still, she had known him for five years now and he’d never shown any sort of special talent in potion-making, not the sort that could manage to successfully brew Draught of Living Death on his first attempt anyhow. Even Daphne, one of the most proficient brewers in the whole school, hadn’t managed it perfectly. Draught of Living Death was a notoriously precarious brew, and all it took was a slight misstep to send all of your hard work down the drain.
So how had Harry bloody Potter managed it? This called for an interrogation.
“Are you coming, Daphne?” Blaise asked, looking back at her over his shoulder. Theodore and Draco were just a few steps ahead of him, waiting on her too. Slytherins were always expected to present a united front outside of their common room, and it rarely boded well if they traveled the corridors alone. The other houses liked to ‘play pranks’ on lone Slytherins, as they called it. It took all of three years at Hogwarts before Daphne had enough of a reputation that only the most foolhardy would even try to come after her.
“No,” Daphne answered curtly. “I need to talk to Slughorn about something. Family business.”
Ah, the easiest way to get out of any follow-up questions. At first, Daphne had hated the emphasis on family and ‘pure blood’ within Slytherin, but it did prove to have its uses over the years. The Greengrass family name bought her a great deal of leeway among her fellow Slytherins, and her family’s herbology business gave her the perfect excuse to talk privately with Slughorn whenever she wanted. Even if the others were curious, they wouldn’t outright interfere with her actions if she explained that it was at the request of her family.
Blaise simply nodded and continued down the corridor with Theodore and Draco. Daphne waited just around the corner from the Potions Classroom waiting for Harry to show. She had seen the looks his friends had given him after he won, and if previous years were anything to go by, they’d abandon Harry. Again.
Sure enough, just after the last Ravenclaws passed by Daphne, she heard Hermione’s furious whispers around the corner. “You cheated!” She hissed.
Oh? Daphne almost snorted in amusement. Harry was many things, but he wasn’t a cheater. He wasn’t much of a liar either. If he did cheat, she’d figure it out later.
“I was just following the directions in my book,” Harry protested.
“Well, they weren’t the book’s directions, now were they?” Hermione snapped with a snide tone.
“Honestly, Hermione, it’s fine,” Harry protested. “What’s the problem if I did follow whoever’s instructions in the book; they worked, didn’t they?”
A reasonable argument to take, and certainly the one that Daphne herself would have taken. If he did have a book with someone’s else’s notes in them, then Harry did nothing wrong by using them. Sadly, Daphne knew perfectly well that Harry’s friends weren’t always the most supportive. Like everyone, they had their own flaws. It just hurt that their flaws seemed to be based on their jealousy over their friend’s accomplishments.
“I’m just a little miffed you didn’t share them with me,” Ron sighed. “Honestly, mate, don’t you have enough attention already without Slughorn fawning over you.”
“I just found out about the writing mid-brew,” Harry said incredulously.
Yeah, Ron’s words touched a nerve. Daphne still remembered how hurt Harry was back in their fourth year when Ron refused to believe that Harry didn’t put his name in the Goblet. His own insecurities convinced him that Harry did things in order to gain fame and prestige. In reality, Harry accidentally stumbled into it more often than not. He was perhaps the most selfless person Daphne had ever met; he was never interested in appearing to be more than he truly was. Just because Ron couldn’t understand that Harry was just a genuinely good person at his core didn’t excuse the way that he treated Harry whenever Harry got the rewards he justly deserved.
“That’s the worst possible time to try new things out,” Hermione hissed angrily at Harry. “I thought you of all people would know the dangers of strange writing in a book.”
There was a moment of angry silence there before Harry spoke again. “This book is nothing like Riddle’s diary,” he replied coolly. “And I can’t believe that you’re comparing this situation to that. This book just has a few different methods that are better than the book's instructions. Somehow, I don’t think that crushing sopophorous beans instead of cutting them is going to lead to Voldemort’s resurrection.”
Even after all these years, Daphne still couldn’t help the chill that ran up her spine at the Dark Lord’s name. She still remembered that time that she and Tracey spied on Tracey’s dad and his friends in their parlour talking about Tracey’s mum and how she had been killed just for speaking the Dark Lord’s name. It was only after Daphne talked with her parents about it that she learned the full history of the taboo and how dangerous it had been during the war. The nightmares that followed Daphne in the weeks afterward stopped her from ever saying the Dark Lord’s name. The only time she ever actually said it out loud after that was in the Room of Requirement with Harry last year when he pressured her into doing it.
“I’m not saying it’d lead to exactly that,” Hermione snapped back. “But you don’t know what all of the changes could have done! There’s a reason we follow these textbooks: all of the recipes are the most stable versions available. For all you know, you could have made a minor mistake and caused a lot of destruction. At worst, the instructions could have deliberately been written to cause an accident.”
A very good point, Daphne had to admit. However, she trusted Harry enough to know that he wouldn’t do something that stupid . . .
Okay, maybe he would, but only in a life and death situation. He usually saved the dramatics for those situations, not an afternoon Potions class. Still, she’d be sure to ask to see the instructions later tonight just to be certain.
“The potion turned out fine,” Harry said, sounding thoroughly exasperated. “You need to trust me on this.”
“You still cheated,” Hermione argued.
“Is that what you really think?” Harry asked indignantly.
“Yes,” Hermione answered, sounding fully confident in herself.
“And you?” Harry asked, presumably directing his question towards Ron.
“Well, yeah,” Ron said. “I don’t care that you cheated, but you should have shared it with us first. Give us all a fair chance to win that luck potion.”
Harry let out a sound of annoyance and exasperation. “Fine, if that’s what you think, then I guess you two should go spend time with each other instead of a cheater.”
Harry started to walk away then, and Daphne pulled out the scrap of parchment she had prepared earlier with a note on it telling him that they should meet up at the usual spot. Just before Harry could round the corner to reach her though, Hermione’s voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Give me the book,” she called out.
Harry’s footfalls stopped. “Why should I do that?”
“Because I’m going to hand it in to Professor Slughorn and tell him what you did,” Hermione said. “He should know that you cheated in the competition.”
“You’re impossible, you know that?” Harry replied snarkily before continuing walking the way he was going.
“Harry!” Hermione screeched, but Harry didn’t stop walking.
He furiously rounded the corner, holding tightly onto his bookbag and staring down at his shoes. He was so distracted that he didn’t spot Daphne until he was barely a few feet away from him.
“Trouble in paradise?” Daphne murmured airily.
“Shove off, Greengrass,” Harry retorted, but a flicker of amusement passed through his beautiful green eyes. Daphne couldn’t help the way her heart fluttered when she saw him. He was so damn handsome that it was a miracle that she managed to talk straight around him. At least she could get away with teasing him and get some of that tension out of her system.
“Oh,” Daphne said as she dropped the piece of parchment she had in her hand onto the floor. She immediately crouched down and picked it back up. “You dropped this, Potter. Maybe one day you’ll learn to stop being such a miserable clutz.”
“Probably not,” Harry muttered as he took the parchment and quickly stowed it in the inner pocket of his robes. “Apparently, there’s no hope left for me.”
“Like there ever was,” Daphne teased.
Despite his anger, Harry couldn’t help but snort a little at that. Daphne offered him a slight smile, the most that she’d be willing to give him in such a public place, and quickly brushed past him, heading down the corridor. She still needed to meet with Slughorn just in case any of her housemates followed up on her lie. Hopefully she’d be free in time to meet with Harry though.
As Daphne rounded the corner, she spotted Hermione and Ron looking positively furious as they whispered to one another. Their discussion came to an immediate pause as soon as they saw Daphne, and their eyes followed her as she walked past. Daphne had seen her fair share of plotting happen in the Slytherin common room before, and it was obvious that those two were plotting something to do with Harry. Hopefully she’d be able to warn him before it came to pass.
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Daphne did not, as it turned out, get a chance to warn Harry before it happened. She managed to get out of her meeting with Slughorn halfway through supper and made it to the Great Hall just in time to see Harry being escorted out by Professor McGonagall. He looked positively annoyed at being marched out in front of everyone in such an embarrassing fashion.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Daphne saw the smug looks on Hermione and Ron’s faces and immediately knew that they were responsible for this. Though she felt anger herself, she was more concerned with how Harry would take it.
Daphne ate her meal quickly and kept her eyes focused on the entrance to the Great Hall. Neither Professor McGonagall or Harry returned by the time she finished up, so Daphne decided to go to the Room of Requirement where she had asked Harry to meet her.
As per usual, she had the room take the shape of her bedroom at home. Cream-coloured walls surrounded her with a large palladian window set in the left wall that let in a tremendous amount of natural light. Well, Daphne assumed it was natural. It was notoriously difficult to recreate natural light through magic—it was why so many witches and wizards chose to transpose physical spaces in order to have windows appear where none should logically be possible. Regardless, the light was wonderful and warm on Daphne’s skin and that was all that mattered to her.
Her large canopy bed sat against the far wall, covered with crisp white sheets and sheer white curtains that were tied up around the four posts at each corner of the bed. There was a cozy couch against the right wall with a small coffee table in front of it and a fireplace in the wall beside it. A plush rug on the floor kept her feet warm from the wood floor during the cold winter months.
It was perfect and incredibly calming to be here; it felt like she was back at home in her family’s manor. Sometimes, Daphne swore that she could smell the aroma of freshly baked cinnamon buns filtering into the room just like they did back home.
Maybe she’d ask the Hogwarts house-elves if they could make her and Harry some. Merlin knew that he’d need something to drown his sorrows in after he got out all of the anger and sadness he must be feeling towards Hermione and Ron right now.
If he ever showed up that is.
Daphne waited and waited, spending most of her time just laying back on her bed, gently tracing random patterns against the sheer curtain beside her. The sunlight from the window started to fade as night started to settle in, and Daphne was starting to get worried that she’d have to leave soon to not miss curfew.
But then, just an hour before, the door to the Room of Requirement opened up and Harry strode inside. Daphne immediately leapt to her feet and rushed over to his side. He smiled at her, but she knew him well enough after all of these years to know that he was holding back his frustrations under the surface.
So, naturally, the first thing she did was throw her arms around him.
“Daphne,” Harry sighed as he put his arms back around her. He felt nice and warm against her, and he held her tightly to his chest as he took a few deep breaths. When they parted after a minute, he looked far less stressed out. “Thanks,” he said as he dropped off his bookbag beside the door and started over towards the couch.
“You looked like you needed it,” Daphne said back as she followed him. If there was one thing she knew, it was that Harry never got enough hugs. From the little he told her, his home life was abysmal, and it seemed like Hermione and Mrs Weasley were the only ones to initiate any kind of physical touch with him. Well, there had been Sirius too, but Harry’s godfather had died several months ago, leaving him with no real family left anymore. So, Daphne took it upon herself to make sure that Harry got all of the hugs he needed, even if he would never ask for one.
“Yeah,” Harry sighed again as he settled down onto the couch, resting the back of his head against it. Daphne sat down right beside him, her hip against his. “It's been quite the day.”
“So I heard.”
Harry glanced over at her. “How much of that fight did you hear?”
“Most of it,” Daphne admitted. “You three aren’t exactly subtle when you’re bickering over something.”
Harry snorted again. Daphne loved how she could amuse him so easily. It was how they became friends in the first place; just one silly little joke in the library about his glasses not being very good when he was looking for a book that was practically right in front of his face. He later told her that he thought she was making fun of him at first until she let out a little giggle and he realized that she was just teasing him. They had spent nearly three hours in the library together—quite the feat for a pair of hyperactive eleven year olds—and had been close friends ever since. Though, they kept their friendship a secret for obvious reasons.
“I suppose not,” Harry admitted. “Well, let's just say that they’re worried that my potions book is evil because someone wrote better instructions in it.”
Now it was Daphne’s turn to snort. “If it's not writing back to you, it's nothing like Riddle’s diary,” she said, remembering Hermione’s earlier words. “Do you mind if I take a look at it?”
In response, Harry reached inside of his robes and pulled the book out before handing it over. As she started to peruse it, Harry explained what happened earlier in the day.
“Professor McGonagall said that an anonymous student had written to her to say that they were concerned that I had a dark artefact on school grounds,” Harry huffed. “I explained to her the situation and the fact that it was probably Hermione and Ron who had complained. I showed her the book and she ran a few tests on it and didn’t find anything wrong with it, but she still docked me twenty house points for using a recipe of unknown origin.”
“I would have done the same if I were in her place,” Daphne admitted after having read a few recipes. Whoever it was that wrote this was quite advanced; they were completely reworking several recipes by changing out ingredients and directions. It was clear that they had a deep understanding of potion ingredients and how they affected a potion. “Altering the wormwood infusion at the start in order to remove the need for sloth brains is actually really clever. Drip-feeding it in while smoothly tilting the cauldron up to 30 degrees would help it to blend better with the three Valerian roots, removing the need for the sloth brain’s emulsifying properties, and the additional counter-clockwise stirs would fix the magical imbalance in the arithmancy of the brew. It’s brilliant, and not dangerous at all. In fact, this seems even more stable than the normal recipe.”
“You see!” Harry shouted triumphantly. “I knew it was safe!”
“Did you?” Daphne raised an eyebrow. They both knew that Harry wasn’t amazing at potions, even with her tutoring.
“Hey,” Harry said, looking offended. “I’ve listened to you talk about potions a lot over the years, and while I didn’t know everything about the changes or why the author made them, I knew enough to recognize that there was nothing obviously dangerous in these changes. There weren’t any ingredients that would react poorly with one another or any major imbalances to the arithmantic formula of the potion.”
“I’m impressed.” Daphne really was. She cracked a joking smile. “I’m glad to hear that my years of talking about potions weren’t for naught.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Just don’t get too full of yourself-”
“Too late!” Daphne laughed and gave Harry another quick hug. After, she passed him back the potions book. “So, what are you going to do about Ron and Hermione?”
The amusement and joy faded from Harry’s face, but Daphne knew that it was necessary to talk about this. If they didn’t, Harry would just brood over it for months.
“I don’t know,” Harry grimaced. “I just can’t believe that they’d come after me over something like this.”
“Well, you know how hyper-competitive Hermione is over anything academic,” Daphne pointed out. “She hates it when anyone does better than her, especially if it's because of something that didn’t come from a textbook. And you’ve complained to me so many times about how Ron always abandons you whenever he gets jealous.”
“Yeah,” Harry sighed. “I wish they’d just get over it. Hermione is . . . well, she’s Hermione. She’s right most of the time, but she doesn’t trust me when she’s not. And she always takes things like this too far. It’s just like back in third year when she tried to get my Firebolt taken away; she went to McGonagall then too. And Ron gets so jealous anytime I get any sort of recognition, deservedly or not. What hurts the most is that it's like he wants to take the recognition from me, like he wants to be in the spotlight while I’m as far away from it as possible. I’d give it to him if I could—I hate the fact that the most famous thing about me is the night that my parents were killed—but I can’t control what other people focus on. It’s all just a giant mess.”
Daphne tried her best to offer Harry a sympathetic look, but it was hard when she was so frustrated with him. Time and time again he went back to these supposed friends of his who kept making the same mistakes. Honestly, even though they had plenty of good times together, Daphne would’ve dropped them if she were in Harry’s place. After all, she and Harry had been friends for years and they’d never fought like he had with Ron and Hermione.
Harry blew out a bunch of air from his mouth. “I guess I’m a bit tired of them acting this way. Honestly, you’re a better friend than either of them.”
Daphne’s heart soared at his words. She knew that they were close, and she considered him her best friend, but Harry had never called her such. He wasn’t the most expressive guy around though, so it was hard to get a real reading on his feelings.
Daphne leaned up against his shoulder and rested her head against him. “I wouldn’t ever try to take anything away from you, Harry. I think you were in the right to use the book.”
Harry reached into robes and pulled out that small vial of Felix Felicis. The fading sunlight made the golden-coloured potion glimmer. “Professor Slughorn said you only needed a tablespoon of it for a perfect day. There’s gotta be at least two in here, maybe even three.”
Daphne was glad to shift away to happier topics after Harry was able to vent a bit. “What are you gonna use it on?”
That damn goofy grin that made Daphne’s heart flutter whenever she saw it came across Harry’s face. “Maybe I’ll use it to whoop Slytherin’s butt in Quidditch.”
Daphne snorted and rolled her eyes. “Men. Can’t you think of something better than that? You could save it for your N.E.W.T.s and get a really good score,” she suggested.
“No,” Harry shook his head. “That’s too boring. Besides, you’d still have to study hard for the potion to work. It won’t cause impossible things to happen, it’ll just give you that little bit of extra luck to make things work out the way they could if all of the prerequisites were met. I want to do something fun with this, not something responsible.”
Daphne laughed again. “How did I know you were going to say something like that?”
Harry laughed along with her. “Because you know me.”
She did, she really did. Harry was her best friend: a brave, loyal, and caring man. He was wonderful in so many ways that it was too hard to encapsulate it in a coherent thought in her mind. He simply felt right; there was no better way to explain it.
Now, if only she could muster up the courage to tell him how she really felt about him.
“Say,” Harry hummed as he stared at the vial. “What if we took it right now?”
“What?” Daphne exclaimed, shooting straight up in her seat. She stared at Harry with wide eyes. Even after all these years, he still managed to surprise her.
“Yeah, unless you don’t want to?” Harry looked at her curiously.
“Harry,” Daphne said with an important look. “You do realize just how precious this potion is, right? It’s incredibly rare and expensive and tricky to make. This isn’t something that you can get easily on the market. It takes six months to produce a single vial’s worth, and even Potion Masters regularly fail at making it. This isn’t something to go around sharing carelessly.”
“I’m not sharing it carelessly,” Harry argued. “You’re my best friend, and if I’m going to take it, then you should too. There’s enough for both of us to have a dose and still have a little bit leftover for another time. Come on, haven’t you ever wanted things to just go right in your life for a day?”
Of course she did. Who wouldn’t? But this was quite the expensive gift to share with someone. Knowing Harry though, he didn’t see it that way. He just wanted to share all he had with his friends. She’d never understand how Ron and Hermione couldn’t see that.
“I’m not going to win this argument, am I?” Daphne smiled lightly.
“Nope,” Harry grinned. He popped the cork on the vial and passed it over to Daphne. “Take a sip and then I’ll take mine. Hopefully, each dose should last us twenty-four hours.”
Daphne took the vial tentatively, very aware of the value of this tiny dose. Bringing it up to her lips, Daphne was surprised to find that the potion had no discernible scent.
She wondered what would happen when she took the potion. Would she feel or behave any different? A few records she’d read told her that the people who took the potion said that it was like a gut instinct that drove them to do things. They could refuse at any time, of course, but they still felt like they knew what the best path forward was. And when they followed what the potion told them to do, they said it always worked out perfectly for them.
“Go on,” Harry nodded his head eagerly.
Feeling a little eager, Daphne tipped the vial up and drank down a tablespoon of the smooth, golden liquid before quickly handing it back over to Harry.
There was a moment where Daphne didn’t feel anything as the potion slid down her throat and reached her stomach. She was worried that something had gone wrong and almost said something when she felt the effect take hold.
KISS HIM.
It was a thought unlike any that she’d had before. Well, she’d had this exact thought before, many times in fact, but not quite like this. Her brain was shouting at her to kiss Harry, but none of the lingering doubts remained in her mind. Instead, it replayed various situations over the years where she thought she had caught Harry looking at her as more than a friend. YES! Her brain screamed at her. HE WAS DOING EXACTLY THAT!
In that moment, Daphne didn’t have any doubts anymore. Her secret crush was about to become not so secret.
Harry finished downing his portion of the potion before he put the stopper back in. Daphne’s eyes were firmly focused on his face as she liked her lips. She saw the exact moment when the potion hit his system. His eyes widened slightly, and then he looked over at her. His lips parted, but no words came out. He looked confused, but not uncertain.
“Sod it.” Daphne couldn’t take it anymore; she lunged forward, literally throwing herself onto Harry whose arms moved to catch her even before his brain had the chance to register what it was that she was doing. She landed in his lap and then there was bliss as their lips made contact.
Daphne remembered the first time she had done magic and how proud her parents were of her and how happy she’d been then. She remembered getting her first paper back in first year and seeing an Outstanding on it. She remembered the first time Harry initiated a hug with her. She remembered the first time she mastered the patronus charm thanks to Harry’s help—she had been thinking of him then. In every single instance, she had been happy beyond belief, but all of that paled in comparison to feeling Harry’s lips against hers.
There was no tentativeness in the kiss, only passion. Their lips pressed harder and harder against each other’s until their mouths opened slightly and their tongues started to dance against one another. It was sweet and wonderful and everything Daphne had dreamed of. It was an addictive thing kissing Harry Potter, and Daphne hoped she’d get the chance to do it again and again.
The need for air forced their lips apart.
“Daphne.”
Merlin, him just saying her name so huskily like that made her entire body shiver. “Yes?” She asked, staring into his gorgeous green eyes.
His eyes stared back into her sapphire ones, searching for something. “Have you wanted to do that for as long as I have?”
Daphne’s heart skipped a beat. “Since third year,” she admitted.
“Fifth year for me,” Harry answered the unspoken question.
“Girls always do figure these things out before boys,” Daphne giggled.
“I’m glad I figured it out before it was too late,” Harry chuckled.
“So am I,” Daphne agreed.
Her body screamed at her to kiss him again, and so she did exactly that. Their tongues battled in each other’s mouths as their bodies pressed against each other. Daphne had never experienced anything as perfect as this. Feeling Harry’s strong chest against her was doing incredible things to the heat pooling in between her thighs, and from the slight bulge she felt in his lap, he was feeling as good as she was.
“You can touch me, you know,” Daphne told Harry in between kisses when they were panting and catching their breaths.
Harry hesitated for a moment. “I thought so, but the potion-”
“The potion doesn’t make us do anything we don’t already want to,” Daphne cut him off. “It just tells us what the best thing for both of us is.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled sultrily at him. “What do you want to do to me?”
“I-” Harry paused, clearing his throat nervously. “I want to tear your robes off of you and carry you over to your bed.”
Daphne stretched her arms out wide on either side of herself and raised a challenging eyebrow at him. This time, Harry didn’t hesitate. He yanked off her outer robe, leaving her in a simple white button-up. His fingers started deftly unbuttoning her from the top down, only slowing when he started to reveal some of her creamy cleavage.
Daphne’s skin felt so warm underneath every touch, and him slowing down like this was torturous. She sucked in a deep breath, making her chest rise and the top of her breasts graze across the bottom of Harry’s fingers. His hands almost flinched back, only for them to regain their confidence a moment later. The sides of his fingers pressed down against her bra-clad breasts as he continued unbuttoning his shirt. He went all the way down until he finished, and then he ran his fingers along her smooth stomach as he parted open her shirt.
Harry snorted as he took in her torso. Normally, she’d be offended or embarrassed at being laughed at in a situation like this, but the liquid luck told her that it wasn’t anything to worry about.
“Slytherin green? Really?” Harry chuckled as he pointed at her lacy bra.
Daphne grinned back at him. “Gotta represent the house colours, Potter. Besides, don’t you think green looks good on me?” She asked as she thrust out her chest. She knew she had some of the largest and best breasts in their year, and they were perfectly perky too. Hopefully Harry would appreciate them as much as she did once they were completely bare for him.
“I think it’d look better on the floor over there,” he replied huskily.
This time, Daphne didn’t have to prompt him to make things progress. He leaned in and kissed her as his fingers worked away on the clasp on her back. He undid her bra quickly and helped slip the straps off of her shoulder, but didn’t break the kiss until they were forced apart by the need for air again.
With his eyes all over her, Daphne finished sliding the straps down her arms. As the straps gave way, so too did the cups that were hiding away her full breasts. Her bra dropped onto the couch and Daphne bared herself in front of Harry whose eyes seemed unwilling to leave those two orbs on her chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he reached out to touch her. Daphne held her breath as his hand reached the underside of her breast. His fingers barely touched her flesh, running up the side of her breasts until his palm made contact with her. He held his in his hand, getting a sense for the weight of her breast, and brushed the pad of his thumb across her rapidly hardening pink nipple.
The single tingling from Daphne’s nipple had a rippling effect throughout her body, and a moan escaped her lips. Harry’s eyes shot back up to her face and he watched as he brushed his thumb across her again. The moan was quieter this time, but no less audible to the man who was focused so intently on her.
Daphne’s mouth was starting to pool with saliva in anticipation for what was to come. “You seem a little overdressed there,” she gestured with her head towards his body which was still fully clothed. She stood up, biting back a whine of loss as Harry’s hand left her breast, and gestured for him to do the same.
Harry stood up in front of her, and Daphne was instantly reminded of the fact that he was a few inches taller than her. He was the perfect height, if she were being honest. Tall enough that there was a noticeable height difference and that she could wear heels and just barely match his height, but not so tall that she had to crane her neck to look up at him. In fact, he barely had to lean down as she started to kiss him again.
Harry’s hands ran all over the bare skin of Daphne’s back as she started to remove his clothes. It was a pain to both of them whenever Harry had to remove his hands from her in order to get off his robes and shirt, but it was well worth it when Daphne was finally able to lay her eyes on the muscled chest that his clothes hid so easily. Quidditch training and Dumbledore's Army training had done wonders for his body, making him wonderfully fit and a delight to touch. With them both completely topless now, it seemed like neither of them could get enough of touching one another.
Daphne’s skirt was the next thing to go. It didn’t take more than a few minutes of kissing before Harry’s hands reached down to squeeze her ass, but he obviously wanted to feel her skin rather than the soft fabric that was in his hands, so he simply removed the pin she had holding her skirt together and let it pool around her feet. This time he didn’t say anything about the matching lacy green panties and just went back to touching her.
Daphne could feel herself growing wetter by the second. Her knickers were sure to have a noticeable wet spot at the front now, not that she minded. She was happy for Harry to see just how much she wanted him, just like she expected he was happy to reveal his erection to her. She could feel it pressing against her thigh and occasionally poking against her belly. It felt big and it was only thanks to the potion’s assurances that she knew that it’d fit inside of her.
Slowly, Harry started pushing Daphne back towards the bed. They took little steps, not breaking their touch until the back of Daphne’s legs struck the edge of her bed. She placed her hands on Harry’s chest and gently pushed him back a step.
“I want to see you,” she told him as she dropped to her knees. Harry gulped as her fingers reached his trousers and she started to unbutton them. Once she had, she hooked her fingers through the waistband of them and his pants and pulled them both down in a single thrust.
Harry’s cock sprang up right in front of Daphne’s face. It was thick and long and had a clear liquid beading right on the tip of it. Daphne had an immediate desire to touch it, to feel the warmth of this masculine thing in her hand, but Harry quickly dodged out of the way.
“Sorry,” he quickly excused himself. “It’s just . . . if you start touching me now, I don’t think I’ll last very long.”
“That’s not a problem with me,” Daphne answered honestly. If anything, it was a compliment as to just how much he wanted her. In fact, while there was a part of her that dreamed of going all night with him, there was another part that wanted to see how quickly she could make him finish.
“Still,” Harry insisted. “I’d rather be inside of you when that happens.”
Those words made the fire in between her thighs surge and a strong desire of lust overcome her. “I want that too,” she said. “I’m on the potion, so you can finish inside of me as many times as you’d like.”
That lit a spark in Harry’s eye. “We’ve got twenty-four hours of a perfect day left.”
Daphne giggled. “Twenty-four hours of sex then? I’m up for the challenge.”
“We might need a few breaks,” Harry pointed out. “For sleep and food.”
“You can sleep while you’re inside of me, if you want,” Daphne said.
From the look on his face, Harry definitely wanted that.
All of this talk was making it harder and harder for Daphne to think straight. She wanted Harry inside of her right this instant. She hopped up onto the perfect replica of her bed and crawled up towards the pillows, making sure to give Harry a perfect view of her ass as she wriggled her hips. When she reached the head of the bed, she glanced back over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her, his lips parted slightly and his eyes filled with lust.
“Are you coming up or do I have to get started alone?”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Harry jumped onto the bed, his cock bouncing as he landed. Daphne couldn’t keep her eyes off of it as Harry crawled overtop of her. That massive thing was going to be inside of her! And she knew that it was going to feel incredible.
Daphne closed her eyes as Harry kissed her. His hands were busy squeezing and playing with her breasts so she took it upon herself to raise her hips and pull off her panties before tossing them aside. When she lowered herself back onto the bed, Harry lowered himself at the same time. His cock felt burning hot as it laid across her belly.
“I want you in me,” Daphne panted in between kisses. She had her arms around Harry’s back and spread her legs wide for him, ready to receive his cock.
“I want you too, so badly,” Harry groaned as he adjusted his hips.
The moment that the tip of his cock brushed across her glistening entrance, Daphne’s entire body tensed up in eager anticipation of what was to come. Harry brushed his cock up and down a few times, coating the tip in her gushing wetness, before he pressed forward inside of her.
Merlin, it felt like she was being split in twain as Harry entered her, but it felt so incredibly good at the same time. He was stretching her out in the most wondrous ways, and her pussy felt like it was going to be set ablaze from how hot Harry’s cock felt inside of her. He pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, breaking through her hymen. It stung but it didn’t hurt as much as she expected it to. The warmth of Harry’s body and her own dulled the pain and it all but vanished from her mind after just a few seconds. All Daphne was left with was the pleasure of finally being coupled with the one she loved and the sensation of him filling her up so completely.
Daphne and Harry were both panting as Harry’s cock filled her tight pussy to the brim. They stared lovingly into each other’s eyes as the incredible sensations of what they were doing washed over them like a tidal wave. They basked in the mutual glow of love and lust, and Daphne knew at that moment that Harry was the one for her. Not just for tonight, but for forever.
The potion’s effects sang in her mind, telling her that she was right. They could be perfect for one another and live happily together for the rest of their lives. All they had to do was continue down this path and things would work out.
The realization brought a smile to Daphne’s face and a few tears to her eyes. She couldn’t believe just how lucky she was.
Harry’s face turned to one of concern when he saw the tears, but the potion must have told him that she was fine just as it had informed her earlier. So, he simply leaned down and kissed away the single tear that dropped from her eye.
“I love you,” Daphne breathed out, feeling like a weight lifted off of her chest after she said it.
Harry gasped quietly at the admission and let out a shuddering breath. “I love you too.”
Daphne needed to kiss him then. She lifted her head and captured his lips in a deep kiss. He gently pushed her head back down onto the pillow and kissed her passionately as he started to rock his hips against hers.
His cock was slowly stirring around inside of her pussy, stretching out her inner walls and testing out the sensations of different angles. All of them were perfect to Daphne; it just felt so right having him inside of her like this. With his warm body above hers, she felt so loved and protected. It was just how she hoped her first time would be.
After a few more moments of adjusting, Harry started to slowly thrust in and out of Daphne. It was a strange sensation. A pleasurable one to be sure, but still very unfamiliar to Daphne. The loss of his retreating cock felt terrible, but she was left with a dull ache reminding her of where he had been. It was a sensation of comfort and longing, but it quickly gave way to the feeling of pleasure as Harry pushed back deep inside of her.
Daphne couldn’t help but start to moan as Harry’s pace became more settled and regular. It was hard to keep up a kiss when she felt this damn good and she couldn’t help but let out little sounds of pleasure every time he moved inside of her. Harry was struggling just as much as his panting, groaning, and moaning mixed in with hers.
One thing that Daphne hadn’t expected was how sensitive her clit would be during sex. She’d touched herself before, but she’d never been driven this mad by the simple touch of Harry’s pelvis briefly touching her clit. It was like fireworks were going off underneath her skin and the heat of her pussy increased every time he grazed her. It felt incredible, and once Harry connected the moans she was making to his body rubbing against her clit, he made sure to do it with every thrust inside of her.
Eventually, Harry managed to reach a bit of a faster pace. It wasn’t rough by any means, but Daphne found herself enjoying it even more than before. Her breasts bounced on her chest every time his cock pushed into her—and she loved seeing Harry’s eyes flickering between her jiggling orbs and her face—and her pussy was starting to lightly spasm around Harry’s cock. She knew an orgasm was building inside of her, but she was trying to hold off as long as possible to finish with Harry.
The muscles of Harry’s back tensed under touch as she clung to him. “Fuck,” Harry groaned. “I’m sorry, I’m really close.”
“Don’t be,” Daphne panted. She let out a low moan as Harry’s cock filled her up again and her pussy felt so wonderfully stretched out. “I want this. I want to feel you release everything inside of me. I’m close too.”
Harry chuckled. “Keep talking like that and-”
His words suddenly stopped as Daphne’s pussy clenched around his cock and he let out a strangled groan. Her body was on fire and she felt so good; she knew that she was about to come crashing over the edge.
“Keep going,” she urged Harry on. “We’re almost there.”
Despite the incredible tightness, Harry powered through it. Daphne could feel her lips clinging to his shaft every time he pulled his hips back as though her pussy didn’t want him to leave her.
“Yes, yes,” Daphne moaned as Harry fucked her. His movements were becoming more erratic, but she didn’t care. Her pussy was pulsing with need around his cock, and she was so damn close. Every time his pelvis grazed her clit, she swore that it would be the time that she came, but her body held on for Harry. She was waiting for him to-
Daphne felt Harry’s cock pulse inside of her pussy a moment before the groan left his lips. He slammed his hips forward and buried his cock as deep inside of her pussy as it could go, making his pelvis press right up against her clit.
That was the spark that set her off. Daphne’s mouth opened in wordless scream as Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck and came inside of her. Daphne’s vision went dark for a moment as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her entire body. She could feel herself convulsing against him as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Her pussy was spasming uncontrollably around Harry’s cock, and it kept squeezing every little bit of cum that he had to give out of his shaft and into her pussy. Harry kept rocking his hips against her as spurt after spurt came, and Daphne relished in the sensation of his hot seed hitting her womb.
After an eternity, Harry’s body sagged against hers. Daphne’s orgasm lasted a few seconds longer, but she too eventually fell prey to the relaxing sensations of her post-orgasm state. She simply held her arms tightly around Harry as she caught her breath.
“I love you so much, Harry Potter,” Daphne murmured into his ears. “You’re mine now, and I’ll never abandon you.”
Harry lifted his head high enough to look her seriously in the eyes. “Even if I beat Slytherin in Quidditch in a few months?”
“You prat!” Daphne laughed as she gave him a playful smack on the arm. “I was trying to have a serious moment with you.”
Harry grinned and forced his arms underneath her body. Once he had a secure hold, he rolled onto his back, pulling Daphne on top of him. Daphne groaned in pleasure at the sensation of Harry’s still hard cock moving inside of her pussy. Hopefully they’d have a lot more fun tonight.
“I love you,” Harry said before giving Daphne a quick peck on the lips. “And I really appreciate you being there for me today.”
“What are friends for?” Daphne giggled.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Just friends?”
“I haven’t heard you ask for us to be anything else yet,” Daphne pointed out.
Harry snorted. “You’re literally sitting on my cock right now.”
“So?”
“So, surely we’re a little more than friends now.”
“I think I’d like to be asked first.”
Harry rolled his eyes in amusement at Daphne’s antics. “Fine. Daphne Greengrass, will you be my girlfriend?”
Daphne hummed in indecision. “I don’t know . . .”
Daphne couldn’t stop the peal of laughter that left her as Harry started tickling her sides relentlessly. “Okay, okay,” she said as she squirmed around on top of him. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Good,” Harry grinned as he stopped tickling her. He stared up at her with that goofy smile on his lips and love in his eyes. “Will you spend the night here with me?”
Daphne felt the love pouring through his gaze. The potion was telling her that if she didn’t leave to the Slytherin common room soon, people would notice her absence. People would talk, and rumours would likely start to spread. She could either head back now and avert that headache or spend the night in the arms of the one she loved.
It wasn’t really a choice. At least, it wasn’t one that she considered for more than a second.
Daphne laid her head back down on Harry’s chest, feeling warm and comforted, and nodded her head. “Of course,” she answered.
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Robert
Thank you! You did an incredible job with this.
