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Harry/Daphne One shot - An Unexpected but Needed Friend
🕑 Added 2023-11-10 23:39:32 +0000 UTCA/N: This took my whole last week, so I hope you enjoy this big one-shot.
And for those that don't know, the prompt suggestions are getting closed shortly, so make sure to give your ideas before the time is over.
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On the shore of the great lake was a big, beautiful deciduous tree.
And in front of the tree, sitting in his usual spot, was Harry Potter.
A very alone and downcast Harry Potter
It's been a week since Halloween of his fourth year, when the Triwizard champions were chosen, and shockingly, Harry's name came out.
And since then, Harry's life has turned for the worse.
He has been left alone by everyone he knows, even his own friends.
And no one believed him, no matter how many times he said he didn't put his name in the goblet.
He has become a pariah in his own house and hated in the eyes of every student in the school.
And Draco Malfoy and his goons have made his life much harder with his stupid badge and constant bullying.
Which was the reason Harry had spent his last six days here, setting alone in his spot where no one could see him.
Or he thought no one did.
Because standing behind the tree where he was sitting was a tall, beautiful blonde girl in the Slytherin green uniform with the most alluring Smokey grey eyes.
She was known as the Ice Queen and the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts.
Daphne Greengrass.
Daphne has always gone out for her daily walks to just enjoy the quiet peace and some time alone she wanted away from her house members.
And for the last week, she always found Harry Potter sitting alone on this spot.
She knew it was his favourite and most usual spot since their first years because of the countless amounts of time she has seen him here in the past.
But this was the first time she was seeing him alone without his two friends, whom he had always spent almost every hour of his day with.
She knew why, after all, his selection in the Triwizard Tournament had been the only thing everyone had been talking about.
And she had noticed in the last few days how much hate he had gotten from everyone and how much it had affected Harry.
Whenever she thought about the reason he was getting so much hate, she couldn't help but scoff at how dumb they all are.
How could a fourth-year student even possibly bypass an age line set by Albus Dumbledore himself?
But the thing that had most shocked her was how far away Harry had been from her two friends, who had always been with him for the last three years.
For the first couple of days, she ignored him because she didn't feel it was in her business to talk with him.
But on the fourth day, after seeing how upset and sad he looked, she finally made up her mind and went to talk with him—until she lost her courage.
And the same happened in the last three days as well.
At times like this, she really felt envious of Gryffindor for how courageous they were.
But after failing for days, she was finally going to do it today.
Daphne dusted her clothes to make them not look rifled, and with a deep breath, she stepped forward.
Harry was sitting and was lost in his thoughts, as he had for the last few days, and it was for that reason that he didn't even hear a rustle of leaves behind him.
He only noticed someone was behind him when he heard a sweet, cold voice.
“Are you waiting for the squid to come out by staring at the lake?”
Harry looked back to see whose voice it was and found a familiar-looking blonde-haired witch in Slytherin colour.
“What do you want, Greengrass?” He said dejectedly, "Came here to throw insults at me.” He added bitterly.
“And why would you think I am all the way there to do that?” Daphne asked with narrowed eyes.
“Maybe because of the house you are in,” Harry replied back snarkily while looking at her slytherin green uniform.
"Wow, Potter, I thought you would be the last person to judge a student by their house.”
"Well, it's not hard to judge you, Slytherins, when you have treated me like dirt all these years,” Harry snorted bitterly.
“Just because Draco and his stupid minions are like that doesn't mean the whole Slytherin house is like that,” Daphne sneered with anger and hurt. “Have you ever seen me say or do anything bad to you?”
Harry was frozen for a second as he was shocked to see Daphne Greengrass, the girl who was known for not showing any emotion, being so angry and hurt by what he said.
He thought back on what he had said to her, and now he felt very bad. She really didn't do anything to him for him to be so rude to her.
He sighed, letting his frustration and hidden anger go, and looked back at Daphne, who was standing with her arms crossed and the emotionless face she was known for.
For a second, he let his eyes wander, and he realised how beautiful she was.
Fortunately, he didn't wander his eyes for long, and after shaking his head, he apologised to her.
“I am sorry, Greengrass. I shouldn’t have been so rude to you and so prejudiced against you because of your house." He said softly and with a tired tone, “It's just that I am having a hard time right now, and some of my frustration came out.”
Daphne looked at his face, finding honesty in his words, and sighed, "It's alright, I understand.”
“Thank you” Harry smiled at her and then patted the ground beside him. “You can come and sit here.”
Daphne nodded, and with grace, she sat down, not too close to Harry but close enough.
"So, how has your day been going?” Daphne asked without thinking about what she said.
Harry snorted, “Pretty miserable, to say the least.”
Daphne winced as she realised how dumb her question sounded.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that,” she apologised sincerely.
Her apologies, though, fell on deaf ears as Harry wasn't even listening to her because, for some reason, after hearing her question, he started telling how his whole week had gone and let his hidden feelings out.
“To be honest, after the last three years, I am already used to getting hate from other houses, but what I didn't expect was to be left alone by my own friends as well.” He said with a bitter smile while he looked at the unrippled water and thought back about how hurt he was by how his supposedly best friends abandoned him after his name came out.
“You know I expected something like that from Weasley, so I am not surprised,” Daphne said with a shake of her head.
Harry chuckled humourlessly. “Funny enough, I always knew that, but if you had said that to me a week earlier, I would have been angry at you and defended him, but now I know what I feared was true, and he has always been just jealous of me.”
“But then what about Granger? I would have never expected her to leave you alone,” Daphne said with furrowed eyebrows.
"I didn't as well, but guess what? Hermione has decided to be neutral and not take sides between me and Ron," Harry said, grinding his teeth.
Daphne's eyebrow raised in surprise. “Seriously?” She asked and got a nod from Harry, “Is she really that dumb? because she is clearly showing she doesn't believe in you.”
“Trust me, I know,” Harry growled. "I feel so stupid for placing my trust in two people who have betrayed me when I needed them the most.”
Daphne felt very bad looking at the face of Harry, which before she remembered how handsome it looked when he used to smile, but now his face looked dead, hurt, and defeated.
And Daphne didn't like that; she didn't want to see Harry looking like that.
With a bit of hesitation, she put her hand on his and squeezed it in comfort, and when Harry looked at her, she said, "I believe you.”
“W-what?” Harry asked in shock.
“Even if no one believes you, I want you to know that I do,” Daphne said softly.
Harry sat there, looking at her hand on his, and thinking about what she just said.
She believed in him; no one until now said that they believed him, even when he said he didn't put his name.
Even his own housemate only cheered for him for somehow getting into the tournament, and not once did they say they believed him.
And now here, sitting beside him, was a girl from Slytherin who was telling him she believed him, and for some reason, Harry knew deep down she wasn't lying or manipulating him, which he might expect from a Slytherin.
A warm feeling filled his heart, and Harry smiled brightly at Daphne. “Thank you so much.”
Daphne smiled back. “No need to; I'm just not stupid like other idiots.”
Harry laughed, and Daphne joined him as well.
This was the first time Harry laughed in a while, and he feels very light-hearted now.
But hearing the melodic laugh of Daphne, his smile widened.
“You have a beautiful smile and laugh, Daphne. You should laugh more,” Harry said without even realising it.
Daphne's eyes widened and a blush covered her cheeks, but it was admirable how fast she got her composure back and replied, “Thank you.”
Harry, whose eyes had widened after he realised what he just said, only nodded, and both of them sat in awkward but comfortable silence, not even noticing they were still holding hands.
Wanting to end the silence, Daphne suddenly jumped to her feet, and with Harry’s hand still in hers, she pulled him up.
“Come on, let's go to the library." She said as she dragged Harry with her.
"Wait, what? Why?" Harry asked in confusion as he followed her, stumbling on his feet.
"Potter, the first task is in 17 days, and you don't have enough time left, so if your friends are stupid enough to not be here to help, then I will,” Daphne replied over her shoulder.
“you would?” Harry asked with a hopeful smile.
"Yep, I think you are well aware that you clearly can't do it alone, and I am the best help you could get." She smirked back at him.
Harry chuckled and shook his head.
He didn't know how his days turned out like this, but he wasn't complaining one bit as he followed the beautiful Slytherin girl, who was his new friend?
Harry didn't know, but he was excited and wanted to find out.
-
It was the aftermath of the first task, and Harry was sitting on the medical bed, and Madame Pomfrey was fusing over him, trying to mend his very minor injuries.
He was only sweating a little and had a little bruise, but overall, he was fine, which was evident by the smile on his face.
He had just successfully passed the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, and saying he did well would be an understatement, as Harry actually not only came out the dragons den unscatched, but he also had the most points among all four champions.
And it was that reason why Harry couldn't stop smiling joyfully, as he felt proud of his performance and how he stunned the whole crowd today.
But all of this wouldn't have been possible without Daphne, who had become one of the most important people and best friends of Harry.
When his name first came out of the goblet, Harry had no hope that he even had any chance of competing, let alone beating his competitors.
And it was not because he didn't believe in himself, but rather because his own friends left him alone in such a hard time and he felt helpless.
And then Daphne came into his life, and Harry would always be grateful for the day she did because not only did she get his eyes opened for the first time in his life, but she also changed him and helped him massively.
Since that day until today, she has spent most of her free time with him, either in the library to find useful spells or in an empty classroom where Harry was trained to use and master the spells.
The number of spells and how far he had expanded his magical knowledge had truly amazed Harry and Daphne as well.
Even though it was hard to know if she was really impressed or not.
Because all he got from her every time was a backhanded compliment, which always confused him if she was complimenting him or insulting him, but Harry had really come to like that thing about her.
He knew that even though Daphne always showed a hard-emotionless exterior, she was actually a very nice and sweet girl, albeit a bit dryly sarcastic.
But she only showed that to the people she really trusted, and Harry was very glad that he was one of those people in her life.
He knew he wouldn't have passed his task today without her.
The day they were informed by Dobby about the dragons on the school grounds, Harry's worst fear came true, as Daphne's suspicion of a magical animal being involved in the first task was proven correct.
And Harry was left shocked and hopeless, as he didn't know how he could even fight a dragon.
But thankfully for him, Daphne had stayed composed and began listing ideas that he could use to subdue the dragon.
And it was because of her that he went there to fight the dragon with not one but three different plans.
Although their first plan was enough to defeat the magical lizard, which was to use one of his strongest magical areas,
Transfigurations
After being taught by Daphne, who was much better at explaining things to him than Hermione was, Harry found out that he was really very good at transfiguration.
So much so, he was already past the NEWT syllabus in that subject.
And it was that magical area that he used to subdue the dragon today.
He first conjured a big dead rooster to distract the dragon, and then, with a chain of complex transfiguration spells, he blinded the dragon with the help of the earth chain, which forced the dragon to not only use her wings and legs, but he also blinded her mouth.
By the silence in the crowd, Harry knew what he just did was nothing but extraordinary, and with a smirk, he soaked in the shock of all the people who doubted him, even the professor.
After that, it was just a walk in the park as he picked up the egg and left the arena with the only injuries on his body being minor scratches from the time he had to dodge the angry dragon fire at the start.
And now here he was sitting on the medical bed, smiling and swinging his legs, irritating Madame Pomfrey more as she tried to find any injury on his body.
“How are you the only one not injured at all?" She asked in shock.
Harry shrugged. "Maybe because I am better than them." He grinned cheekily at her, who huffed but couldn't keep the smile off her face.
Before she could reply, the flap of the tent opened, and in came a rush of blonde blurs who smashed into Harry, sending him on his back.
Harry grunted from the force, but a bright smile spread in his face as he smelled the familiar sweet fragrance of jasmine and the vanilla of Daphne.
He hugged the girl back in his arms and enjoyed the moment because it was the first time Daphne was hugging him.
That, and he also liked how perfect her body felt in his arms.
Unfortunately, their sweet moment was broken by a cough.
"I would appreciate it if you at least let me finish my examination, Ms. Greengrass," Madam Pomfrey said in amusement.
Daphne, with her red face, quickly stood up, letting Harry get up from the bed as well, but they still had their arms around each other without them even knowing.
Pomfrey checked once again, and with a final confirmation that he was not injured and advice to take a rest after the heavy spell work he had done, she left.
Once she was gone, Harry turned to Daphne. “Look like you are happy to see me again." He teased her, “Did you miss me?”
Daphne rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Don't be foolish; I'm just happy to see you in one piece.”
“By the way you hugged me, it tells me something else." He smirked as her cheeks turned red. "So, how was my performance?”
"Well, I must say I am impressed, Harry. You definitely surprised everyone out there, including me,” Daphne replied with a smile.
She didn't know when he became Harry from Potter to her, but she didn't mind it.
Only the one very close to her was the one she called by their name.
And Harry had become much closer than anyone else, even though she still didn't know it, or rather, she was trying to not accept it and failing.
"Wait, is it right what I am hearing?" Harry mock-gasped while rubbing his ears. "Did I just hear Daphne Greengrass compliment me without insulting me?”
"Prat,” Daphne scoffed and hit his chest, which rumbled in laughter as he laughed at her red face, something she had been experiencing more lately with Harry.
Harry's stopped laughing when the tent flap opened again and he saw the two people who entered.
Ron and Hermione
“What do you two want?” Harry asked coldly, his face now devoid of any emotion.
It was something he had learned from Daphne.
"Harry, you were amazing out there!” Hermione exclaimed with a grin while eyeing Daphne disdainfully at his side.
Daphne, in reply, just stood there with a bored face.
“She is right, Harry; you were bloody brilliant,” Ron said in a tone as if he had not been talking with him for the last four weeks.
“So now you decided to come and talk to me?" Harry coldly replied while crossing his arms.
“Come on, Harry, I know we have not been talking to you because of what happened, but you can't still be angry at us for that,” Hermione scolded him.
"Ron is even sorry for what he did,” she said with a pointed look at Ron, who nodded rapidly.
"Wait, you think only Ron should be apologising, not you?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as he felt his anger rising at Hermione's attitude.
“But Ron was the one who accused you, Harry; I was just staying neautr-“
"Yeah, staying neutral." Harry snorted, "Or, in other words, you too didn't believe me.”
“It's n-“
"Look, you two, I am in a very good mood right now, and I don't want you two to ruin it." Harry cut him off with his raised hand. “So until you finally realise how big of a mistake you two made, don't come and talk to me, and even if you two apologise, I don't know if I will forgive you or not.”
With his warning given, Harry grabbed Daphne's hand and walked out of the tent, passing his two now-ex-friends.
"Wait,” Hermione called out, “why are you spending your time with her?" She said it with a finger to Daphne.
“Because unlike you two, Daphne here has been my real friend and stood with me when I was left alone,” Harry said firmly, giving a squeeze to Daphne's hand.
“But she is a slytherin,” Ron sneered in disgust.
“Isn't it ironic, Ron, that a slytherin supported me when my own so-called best friends didn't?” Harry stated, then turned back to school. “Come on, Daphne, I don't want to stay here with those two any longer.”
Daphne followed Harry and then turned back to smirk at Hermione over her shoulder.
Once they were far away, Daphne smiled at Harry and said, “That was fun.”
“what?“ Harry asked, feeling confused by her beaming face.
“The way you completely destroyed them was pretty amazing,” Daphne grinned.
Harry snorted, "Well, I learned it from you." He smirked. “You have been a bad influence on me.”
Daphne scoffed, and with her nose up, she said, "I have only been a good influence, not a bad one, Harry.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head. She was not wrong; she had definitely been a very good influence on him and his confidence.
-
Harry checked the time again and nervously looked around the empty hall he was standing in, outside an abandoned room.
If he had thought fighting the dragon was the hardest thing he would do this year, then he was very wrong.
Yesterday, all the houses were requested to assemble by their house heads for an important announcement, and Harry wasn't ready for what he was about to find out.
The Yule Ball was going to take place in Hogwarts, as per the traditions of the Triwizard Tournament.
And for Harry, it was made worse when he was told by Professor McGonagall herself that, as a champion, he was obliged to open the ball, and he had to come with a date.
The problem for him wasn't that he didn't know who to bring as his date because there was only one girl he wanted to bring in as his date.
The problem was how he would ask her.
Daphne, in only a month, had become a very close friend to him, and he wanted her to become much more than that.
She was everything he wanted in a girl—smart, funny, and someone who stood by him when he needed it the most.
Her being the most beautiful girl in the school was just a bonus.
But he had been a coward, and since yesterday, he has avoided her the whole day instead of asking her out.
He was afraid of Daphne rejecting him because he didn't know if she even wanted to go with him.
After all, she was known as the Ice Queen because she had rejected every boy who had tried to ask her this year and the preview years.
Their friendship has been a surprise to him, but one that he treasures the most, and he didn't want to lose it.
But after thinking for the last whole day, he had come to the conclusion that he had to try; at least then he could know if the smile and light flirt she does with him were signs that she liked him as well.
That and also because he knew if he kept avoiding Daphne, she was going to find him and force the truth out of him.
So here he was, standing outside the room where they had trained for the last month and in the place that had become a meeting place for them.
He had sent her a message through Dobby and was now hoping she would come.
He checked the time, and it was 7 in the evening, the time that he had given her.
And being punctual at the time she was, Daphne came at that exact moment.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and straightened his posture and the shirt he was wearing.
“What is going on, Harry?" Daphne said annoyingly, with her arms crossed, "First, you have been ignoring me since yesterday, and now you sent me a message to meet you at our place.”
"I know, Daphne, that I have acted like an idiot and you are angry at me, but it was because I was afraid,” Harry told her.
“Afraid?” Daphne scoffed. “Afraid of what?”
"I will tell you, but first, will you please enter the room?” Harry said while gesturing to the closed room.
Daphne narrowed her eyes at him, and after a long silence, she nodded and opened the gate.
But what she found in the room was only darkness.
“Why is it so dark?” She asked as she squinted her eyes.
Harry swiped his wand and whispered,
“perspicuss”
With his spell, the room brightened up.
Daphne looked around the now brighter room, and her eyes fell on the middle of the room, and she gasped.
She looked with wide eyes at the centre, where, with the magically floating candles, was a sentence written in the air.
Daphne, will you be my date to the Yule Ball?
With her eyes wide in awe and her hands covering her open mouth in shock, Daphne stares at the beautiful, magical display in front of her.
She turned to the nervous-looking Harry and asked in a breathless voice, “You did this for me?”
"Um, yeah." Harry nodded. "When I told you I was afraid, it was because I didn't know if you would accept it or not, but I knew if I didn't try, I would never find out.”
"And I thought you were ignoring me,” Daphne whispered.
"Wait, why would I ignore you?” Harry furrowed his eyebrow.
"Because I thought you knew I wanted to go with you and you didn't want it, so you have been avoiding me." Daphne said meekly as she felt very stupid now looking at the length Harry went for her, “And worse, I thought you wanted to go with some other girl.”
“Why would I ask any other girl when I only want you?”
Daphne brightly smiled at the innocent and sincere reply from Harry, who didn't even know how much what he had said meant to her.
She took a step and hugged him tightly as she felt all her pointless doubts about whether Harry wanted her as much as she did leave her mind. And she enjoyed his warm embrace to hide her moist eyes from him.
Harry smiled as he felt her arms around him, and he returned her hug and asked, “So does this mean you will be my date?"
“You prat,” Daphne giggled. “Of course I will be your date.”
“Brilliant” Harry grinned and tightened his arms around her.
They stood there in each other's arms for a while until Harry remembered something.
“There is a problem,” he said, pulling back from her.
“What?” Daphne asked, looking up at him.
"I don't know how to dance, and I don't have a dress robe as well,” Harry said embarrassingly.
Daphne snorted, “That’s it?”
Harry nodded
“Don't worry, I will teach you how to dance, and for both of our dresses, we will go shopping together,” she smirked.
Harry didn't know why, but he really didn't like that smirk at all.
-
It was finally the eve of Yule Ball, and Harry was finishing getting ready for the ball.
He had been eagerly waiting for this day.
Which was ironic because at first he was dreading it.
But now he couldn't wait to go out there and enjoy the night and dance with the girl he loved.
He took the emerald green cufflinks, which were in the roaring lion design, and fastened them to his sleeves.
These cufflinks were a Christmas gift from Daphne, and Harry admired how good they looked, perfectly matching his outfit.
He then smiled as he remembered what he had given to Daphne as her Christmas gift.
He was excited to see if she liked it or not.
Once he fastened the cufflinks, he stepped back and looked himself in the mirror.
He was wearing an emerald green shirt with dark pants, and instead of a dress robe, he had a dark knee-length coat.
Thankfully, Daphne had been all too acceptable to not wear the bulky dress robes they were supposed to be because he didn't want to wear the old fashioned robes.
Funnily enough, he didn't have to do much to make a pureblood like Daphne agree, as once she saw what muggles wore, she was all too eager to not wear traditional ball wear.
Looking at himself, Harry felt very pleased with how good he looked.
He wasn't naive; he knew he was handsome and desired, which was proven by the fact that more than half of the school girls and some from the visiting school as well had asked him to the ball in the previous month.
But he had turned each of them instantly without regret because, for him, there was only one girl.
It also helped that girls began to stay away from him once Daphne cursed a seventh-year girl with a face full of pimples because she was being too forceful even after he had said no to her.
Since then, whenever a witch tried to approach him, they were sent running away by just one glare from Daphne.
Harry felt a pleasurable thrill as he recalled how possessive Daphne was of him, which was the same for him as well, which was evident by the week-long stay Draco had to do in the hospital wing after he had the gall to ask Harry's girl.
With one final look, Harry was ready to head down to the hall. He was eager to see Daisy in the matching outfit she had chosen for herself.
Passing the many giggling witches and wizards on his way, Harry arrived at the outside of the great hall, where everyone was filling in.
Ignoring the looks from many witches and their whispers, Harry leaned against the wall as he waited for his date.
He didn't care about what these girls thought; there was only one set of eyes Harry cared about.
Finally, after 10 minutes of waiting, Harry heard a heel-clicking sound, and he turned to see an angel walking towards him.
Daphne was wearing an emerald green gown to match his outfit, and the gown was tight on her waist and loose below, emphasising her generous assets beautifully.
The dress had a modest neckline that still gave off a very enticing cleavage, and the way her dress hugged her waist and hips showed that she was clearly blessed with an hourglass figure.
Her hair was done in a French bun hairstyle, leaving her swanlike neck free to his gaze, and Harry had to lick his dry lip as he thought about how it would feel to kiss her neck.
She only had minimal makeup that helped highlight her natural beauty.
But what made her more beautiful in his eyes was the necklace on her neck in the shape of a snake with an emerald ruby in its jaw.
It was his gift to her, and Harry couldn't help but feel proud of how good it looked on her.
All in all, Harry had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
Daphne truly looked like a princess today, and Harry was going to treat her as such.
While Harry was lost in his thoughts as he stared at her, Daphne had closed the gap and was now standing in front of him, letting her eyes roam over him.
Harry wasn't the only one who appreciated how their date looked.
Daphne smirked and closed his open mouth. “Are you going to just stand here with your mouth open, or will you say something?”
"I... um.. you.. beautiful.. perfect.. amazing." Harry stopped his stuttering as he heard Daphne giggling and cleared his throat. "I mean, you look gorgeous, like a princess.”
"I do?" Daphne whispered as she stepped closer, pressing her chest to his.
Harry's eyes drifted down to her cleavage as he nodded. “You do.” With great difficulty, he brought his eyes up to see her smirking smugly, and he pulled her closer with his arms around.
Daphne gasped, and she saw the way his eyes darkened with lust and possessiveness.
“But you are my Slytherin princess." Harry growled possessively in her ears, making her shiver and her thighs wet.
Daphne leaned up and bit his ear. “And you look like a handsome prince, my prince." She purred and licked his ear.
Unfortunately, before their intimate moment could lead on to other things, they were interrupted by a loud cough.
They quickly separated, remembering where they were, and saw Professor McGonagall standing with her arms crossed. Was that a smirk on her face?
"I'm glad you finally arrived, Ms. Greengrass. The ball is about to start,” McGonagall said in her strict tone.
"I am sorry, professor; it took me longer than expected to get ready.” Daphne apologised with the grace of a lady.
“It was worth it,” Harry muttered quietly as he was still starting at Daisy.
Unfortunately, he wasn't quiet enough, as McGonagall sent him a glare while Daphne was trying her best to hold her laugh.
Fortunately, McGonagall didn't say anything; instead, she ordered them to “get in line; you two will go in last of the champions and their dates.”
Harry and Daphne nodded and took their place behind the three champions and their date, who were already there.
Harry ignored the looks Fleur Cho and Victor's date were giving him.
"Harry,” Daphne whispered, leaning in, “isn't that granger?”
Harry looked and saw she was right; it was Hermione who was the date of Victor Krum.
Harry had to retake her, as he couldn't recognise her straight away because he had never seen her in a dress with makeup on.
Harry nodded. “It is her.”
“What do you think about it?” Daphne asked in curiosity.
Harry shrugged. "I mean, she looks pretty, and I am happy that she is happy with how she looks."
Daphne smiled fondly and lovingly as she looked at Harry.
Even after what had happened between them, Harry was still not angry at Hermione and was happy for her.
It was something she didn't think she would do if it had happened to her, but this was one of the amazing qualities of Harry that she loved.
“Enough about her." Harry shook his head and turned back to Daphne. “There is only one girl I want to focus on all night.”
Daphne blushed lightly and smiled as she felt the warmth in her heart hearing his words and the way he squeezed her waist.
The night hasn't even started, and it was already better than she dreamed of going with Harry.
After that, the great hall gate opened, and the champions entered one by one.
Daphne hooked her arms in Harry's hand, and they made their way in with a smile on their faces and eyes only for each other.
-
Harry wiped his mouth with the tissue as the empty plates were taken away now that everyone had eaten.
The dinner that he had was the best in Harry's life.
And it wasn't because of the tasty food, but because he enjoyed the dinner with Daphne.
Both of them, since they sat down at the champions table, ignored everyone and were only talking and laughing with each other.
Even when the others tried to engage with them, they only talked for a little, and after that, they politely ignored them and went back into their own world.
And now the dinner was over, and it was time for the dance, and the champions were supposed to open the dance.
Harry stood, and then he turned to his date, who was looking at him expectantly, and with a smile, he offered her his hand.
“Will you dance with me, my lady?” Harry gracefully said, with a bow.
“I would love to, my lord,” Daphne replied, smirking and giving her his hands.
With a big smile Harry pulled Daphne onto the dance floor, spun her around, and pulled back, putting his hand on her waist.
And then they danced and danced for what seemed like hours.
Those two lovebirds were lost in their world as they forgot about the people around them because, for them, only two people existed.
They smiled and laughed as Harry twirled and threw Daphne in the air, catching her back in his safe arms.
Those two danced like they owned the stage, and all the while, everyone looked in envy and awe at them.
Even when others tried to come to ask them for a dance, they just sent them away with a dangerous glare and a swift refusal.
Both of them had no wish to dance with anyone else but each other.
After the third song was over, Harry pulled Daphne closer to him with his arms around her waist, and both of them swayed to the slow music.
“You are a very good dancer, my lord,” Daphne playfully said, her smokey eyes twinkling in amusement and love.
"I had a great teacher, my lady,” Harry replied back with a smirk.
Daphne giggled and put her head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat.
Harry rested his head on her and inhaled her sweet fragrance, which he loved so much, and asked, “Feeling tired?”
Daphne nodded. “A little bit.”
“Wanna take a break and grab a drink?”
“Yes please”
They weaved their way in between the crowds to the first empty chair they could find.
Daphne sat down and took her heels off to massage her sore feet, while Harry went to bring a drink.
He came with a refreshing drink and gave it to Daphne, who took it with a grateful smile.
For a while, they just sat there drinking and relaxing, taking their rest with Harry's arm around Daphne as they got refreshed for another round of dancing, but their attention was drawn to their left when they heard a loud shout.
Looking there, they saw Hermione and Ron shouting at each other.
“That looks like an intense argument,” Daphne said while sipping her drink.
“It's always Ron and his stupid jealousy,” Harry sighed.
Not wanting to ruin the night, Harry finished his drink in one sip and put it on the table.
He then turned to Daphne and asked, "Daph, want to go out of here to the garden?”
Daphne nodded. "Yes, I don't think I could handle this crowd anymore, and I do need some fresh air.”
Finishing her drink, Daphne grabbed Harry's hand, and they made their way out, passing the two shouting teens.
Once they were out in the beautifully decorated garden, they breathed a sigh of relief and took in the fresh air.
But they soon found out how cold it was outside, as evident by the fact that Daphne was shivering and rubbing her arms to get some heat to her body.
Harry, seeing this, wrapped his arms around her to bring her closure to his warmer body and secretly spread a warming charm around them.
“Thank you." Daphne smiled up at him.
“No problem,” Harry replied with a smile.
They both just stood while swaying lightly to the music they could hear from the inside, just enjoying the beautiful night and each other's company for the last time today.
Or they thought it would be the last time because all they really wanted was to spend the night in each other's arms.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Harry asked softly.
"I did." Daphne nodded and smiled. "You were an amazing date, Harry, but what about you? Did you enjoy it?”
“More than you believe,” Harry whispered, “it went much better than I expected."
“For me as well, it was exactly how I dreamed it." Daphne whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes, and then leaned closer to him, “But there is still one thing left.”
“What is it?” Harry asked.
“In my dream, you ended the date with a kiss,” Daphne purred, looking at his lips.
She was so much closer that Harry could feel her breath on his lips.
His eyes drifted to her soft red lips, and Harry licked his dry lips and husked, “And do you want me to kiss you?"
“More than anything I have ever wanted,” Daphne breathed with her eyes full of lust, love, and hunger for him.
Harry would never deny her anything, so with his heart beating, he finally leaned in to close the gap and bring his lips to hers.
When finally their lips connected, both of them closed their eyes, and it felt as if the fireworks exploded in the background.
It felt amazing. It felt magical. It felt perfect. It felt right.
Both of them had felt the connection between each other since they met, and now, with their lips connected and their arms around each other, they knew they were both meant to be together.
Daphne sighed in bliss as she finally got what she had been dreaming about for the last month.
She didn't know how a Slytherin like her was in the arms of the Gryffindor golden boy and was kissing him.
But Daphne couldn't give a single fuck.
All she cared about right now was kissing Harry and spending this night in the arms of the man she loved and wanted.
She slid her hands from his chest to his neck and wrapped them around it to bring him closer as she moaned at the feel of his kissable lips on hers and his hand on her waist and ass.
When the need for breath became too great, they separated with a beaming smile on their faces as they gazed into each other's eyes, which were filled with love and desire for each other.
"Harry, I don’t want this night to end." Daphne whispered, “Please take me to bed.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked, his eyebrows raised and his tone hopeful.
“i am” Daphne nodded and said, "Please, Harry.” She begged in her sweet voice.
Harry grinned, and holding her hands, he jogged with her to the one place he knew would be perfect for what they wanted.
It was a place Dobby had told them about recently.
Taking all the shortcuts that he had memorised from the map, Harry and Daphne were on the seventh floor in no time.
Quickly pacing back and forth three times, a door magically appeared, and both of them entered the room.
The room was as Harry imagined it to be.
It was a big, cosy room that had a king-sized bed, a couch, and a fireplace, adding warmth to the room.
But the two horny Harry and Daphne didn't care enough to look around as they were busy kissing each other and clawing their clothes.
They both fumbled as they tried to get their clothes off without breaking their kiss, but their hands kept going back to take hold of each other's bodies.
Once their clothes were finally off, Harry picked Daphne up into his arms with his hand on her bubble butt.
Daphne wrapped her limbs around him and opened her mouth when Harry asked for permission with his tongue on her lips, and once granted, he plunged his tongue and kissed her hungrily.
Daphne moaned in his mouth and rubbed her wet, aching cunt on the heavy, thick shaft of Harry's she could feel between their bodies.
Harry carried her to the bed and fell down on it with him on top of her without pulling their lips and tongues off each other.
Daphne bounced on the bed when Harry dropped down with her in his arms.
And now in this position, with her laying down below him, she could feel more of his cock on her pussy, spreading her lips, and she began grinding on his cock, making it slick with her juices.
Harry moaned as his cock twitched at the feeling of her wet lips, and he pulled back to take a breath and see the perfection that was beneath him.
And there were literally no other words to describe Daphne's body other than prefect.
Her eyes fell straight to her tits, which he had been wanting to see all night, and they were as amazing as they imagined them to be.
They were two big mounds, not too huge but big enough to more than just fill his hands, and they were very perky without any sag.
Topping her boobs were her pink, thick nipples, which made his mouth water as he couldn't wait to suck on them.
His eyes then drifted lower to her flat stomach, which was because of her fit lifestyle—something not many others pureblood do, but Harry loved it very much about Daphne.
Then he went more lower to her wide hips, which could be seen even from the front, and finally his gaze fell on her wet, puffy lips.
His mouth was almost flooding now as he imagined how her pink pussy would taste and smell, but as much as he wanted to find that out right now, his hard-throbbing cock needed to be in her pussy first.
While Harry was doing his site viewing of her body, Daphne was doing the same as well.
Her eyes went to his ripped, broad chest and his rock-hard abs, and she had to bite her lips to stop moaning as she fought the urge to rub her hot core on his abs and cum on them.
She had felt his hard, lean, muscled body when they had practice for dancing, and since then, Daphne has had dreams every day of how mouth-watering Harry's body will be.
And now she found out that reality was much better.
Her eyes then went lower, and a gasp left her mouth as her gaze fell on Harry's cock.
It was massive—long and thick enough to touch every shot of her pussy and more.
She felt a thrill of excitement as she imagined what it would be like to feel that shaft in her, but she also felt a fear of whether she could manage to take it all in or not.
Harry, seeing her expression on her face while her eyes were on his hanging cock, knew what she was thinking.
He leaned down and kissed her lips to get her attention.
Once he had her relaxed, he pulled back and looked into her alluring eyes.
“It would fit; don't worry, I will take it slow, okay?” Harry whispered softly.
Daphne nodded. "I know I trust you." She whispered and kissed his lower lip.
Feeling ready and not able to hold himself back anymore, Harry grabbed his cock and placed it on her pluffy lips, and with a last look in her eyes, he pushed in.
Both of them groaned, and Daphne's eyes opened wide as she felt the stretch of her lips already just by the head of his cock.
Once he had savoured the feeling of his tip inside her, Harry pushed again until he finally felt her barrier.
After a nod from Daphne, he pushed in, broke through her hymen, and stopped when he saw the pain on her face.
“Ah.” Daphne winced in pain and closed her eyes as she felt the pain of her womanhood breaking.
She felt fingers caressing her cheeks and opened her eyes to see Harry's looking at her with care and concern.
“I am alright." She said, "Just give me a minute.”
“Of course, love." Harry nodded and kissed her softly. “Take as much time as you need.”
Daphne was grateful that Harry was so understanding of her pain, and her heart melted as she kissed him back with love.
Wanting to help her, Harry slid his hands to her tits and began rubbing and rolling her nipples with his fingers.
“Oh fuck...” Daphne gasped as she felt the pleasure from the way Harry was treating her boobs, her eyes closed, and she felt herself get hotter and wetter.
When Harry felt her gripping walls loose enough, he began pushing his cock in slowly, giving her every inch of his.
He kept going until finally he found himself in her to hit and hit the back of her pussy.
“Fuckk..” He moaned into her neck as he savoured the feeling of his cock buried so deeply inside her.
The feeling of her warm, tight tunnel fluttering and squeezing his cock was so good that Harry felt he was in heaven.
He felt as if her pussy was made only for his cock.
Daphne, meanwhile, was biting her lips as she whimpered in pleasure and slight pain, feeling his thick shaft in her pussy.
She wasn't wrong earlier in her assumption.
His cock was touching every spot of her pussy; it was so big it was filing her tight pussy completely to the brim with his head knocking her cervix.
Even though she felt the pain of her wall being so stretched, it was the pleasure she focused more on.
She was glad that Harry was giving her the time to adjust to his massive size.
She could already feel herself close to her orgasm.
She knew Harry's cock was made to stretch and fill her pussy full.
Wanting to feel him moving inside her, Daphne moaned in his ears, "Harry, please move. I want to feel you filing me with your cock.”
Harry moaned, and he pulled back to look at her. Slowly, he pulled his cock out and saw Daphne whimper in disappointment, and he grunted as her pussy tried to keep him in.
Once he was fully out until his tip remained, Harry plunged back, hitting the back of her pussy in one deep stroke.
“FUCK”
Daphne moaned as she felt her pussy filled and stretched again by his big shaft.
Harry groaned, and not wanting to hold back, he began pulling out and thrusting his cock back faster into her depths.
"Yes, Harry, yes." Daphne moaned as she wrapped her arms around him and scratched his back. “Fuck me, don't stop. Please fuck me harder!”
Harry grunted as he felt her warm wall squeezing and sucking his cock in with every thrust of his.
He sped his thrust as he focused on giving her as much as she wanted and leaned down to claim Daphne's lips, swallowing her moans.
Wanting to feel her cumming in his cock, Harry put his hand on her stomach and pushed on her abs, and with his thumb, he rubbed her clit.
“MMM”
Daphne screamed in his mouth as her body shook in orgasmic pleasure at the overstimulation of her pussy with Harry's cock in her pussy and his thumb on her clit.
Her legs spasmed, and her pussy covered his cock in her juices as a tremor went through her body.
Harry groaned and stopped thrusting as her walls were clenching around his cock so tightly as if they were trying to take his cum from his balls.
But with sheer willpower, Harry held on and stopped himself from filling Daphne's pussy with his cum.
After the long tremor passed, Daphne laid down and took deep breaths, trying to get her racing heart back under control while she had her arm on her head.
Once she felt normal again, she moved her arm and opened her eyes to see Harry still on top of her, smiling smugly at her.
"Hey, are you alright?” He said while caressing her cheek with his thumb, "I kind of lost you there for a second.”
"Yes, I am alright." Daphne nodded. “It's just... that was mind-blowing.”
Harry chuckled. "I can see that.”
He claimed her lips, and Daphne cupped his cheek to kiss him back.
But when she moved her body, she felt something, pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked at him with wide eyes. “You didn't cum?"
"Nope.” Harry shook his head and smirked. "I was too busy watching you shake in the pleasure I gave you.”
Daphne blushed and hit him in the chest. "Prat." She then pouted cutely, "But I want to feel your cum in me.”
"Yeah, you do?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
“hmm” Daphne nodded and leaned up to nibble at his lower lip.
“Alright then,” Harry smirked.
And then suddenly he rolled around on his back and her on top of him, making Daphne shriek in surprise and then moan as she found herself sitting on his cock.
Harry leaned up and whispered in her ears, “You want my cum, love?” He asked, and Daphne bit her lips and nodded.
“Then make me." He said huskily and spanked her ass, making her moan, “Ride me like the princess you are and take my cum.”
Daphne grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself off his cock until only the tip, and then, with a sultry smile on her face, she dropped down, taking his cock deep in her to the root with his cock hitting her womb.
Harry moaned and dropped down on the bed as he felt his cock deeper than before in her warm, tight tunnel.
“So big... so thick.. “Daphne moaned as she grinded on his massive shaft, “You are so deep.. In me, Harry, fuck, I can feel you in my stomach." She moaned throatily as she touched her stomach, where she could feel his cock outline.
Harry closed his eyes as he tried not to cum so quickly when Daphne hadn't even started riding him.
He was already holding himself back from filling her by the way her pussy was squeezing his cock, but now the lewd way Daphne was acting and moaning was making it harder for him.
Daphne smirked as she realised what Harry was doing, but she wanted his cum, and whatever she wants, she will get it.
She began bouncing on his cock faster, taking his cock fully out and slamming back on every thrust, and she squeezed her pussy tighter, clenching it around his cock.
She even moaned wildly and started dirty-taking with every thrust to make Harry give her what she wanted.
“Of fuck, Harry, your cock is so good."
“Merlin It's so big; you are touching my womb.”
“Your cock was made for my pussy, and my pussy for your huge cock, Harry!”
“Come on, Harry, give it to me. Fill my womb with your seed. Paint my pussy white with your cum!”
And that was the final nail in the coffin,and Harry could not hold back any longer.
He growled and grabbed her ass, and planting his feet on the bed, he thrust five times deep into her like an animal, and with a loud roar, he fired his cum into her womb.
Daphne's eyes widened as she felt Harry thrust into her savagely, and then, feeling his thick, warm seed in her, it sent her to her own orgasm, which was even bigger than the first one.
"OH, FUCK, FUCK, HARRYYY!" She screamed, her eyes rolling back, and her tongue was out as her body spasmed, milking every drop of his cum from his swollen cock, and her pussy spread her juices on his chest and crotch.
For a full minute, they both stayed in the same position, with Harry’s cock filing her pussy and Daphne's body shaking on top of his body.
Once their orgasm ended, they laid there, basking in the aftermath of the explosive pleasure they had just experienced.
Getting his bearings back, Harry looked down and saw Daphne still breathing heavily.
"Hey,” Harry whispered as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and asked, "Are you still with me?"
“I am” Daphne groaned, her voice raspy from screaming, "I think I'm going to sleep for a whole day after that.”
Harry frowned. “Was I too rough?”
Daphne pulled her head off his chest and leaned up to cup his cheek and kiss him. "No, Harry, you were perfect." She smiled and shook her head. "I will feel sore tomorrow morning, but it will be worth it.”
Harry snorted and bit her lower lip. "I think we should sleep. You look like you are going to fall dead asleep any minute.”
“Trust me, I might,” Daphne murmered.
She then laid down atop him with her arms around his chest and dozed off to sleep.
Harry chuckled at the cute scene, and with a flick of his hand, he wandlessly grabbed the blanket and covered both of them with it.
He was surprised when she heard Daphne calling him.
“Harry”
"Yeah, daph,” Harry said as he leaned closer to hear what she was saying.
"I love you,” Daphne said quietly, going back to sleep.
What she missed was Harry's wide-eyed, shocked face.
Those three words that he had always thirsted to hear since no one had ever said those words to him
And now he has a beautiful girl in his arms who said those three words with such sincerity and love that it left Harry stunned.
A wide smile spread on his face, and Harry kissed Daphne's forehead and whispered, "I love you too, Princess.”
His voice was filled with happiness and love as he pulled the love of his life closer and drifted to dream land with a smile on his face.
What he failed to notice was a loving smile on Daphne's face and her lips on his neck as she kissed him and cuddled closer to his warm embrace.
Comments
GhostnKC
For a one shot it is great. It didn't feel badly rushed or poorly written but more like a memory or a highlight of an amazingnight. Well done.
