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AN: Sorry, I've been fascinated by this pairing lately. So I decided to share an idea with you. Not really original in terms of timeline but I hope to make it different from here then on. You might find though that it might focus solely on them but I tend to broaden it to other characters too. Just wanted an opinion. Thanks.
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Chapter 1: Hate and Confusion
Harry paced angrily further at the edge of the lake.
The announcement of his name from the Goblet of Fire happened two days ago. Ron, who had been angry and somewhat jealous of his "entry", had avoided him like a plague. This was understandable. His friend had dreamt of entering the competition. And with his low self-esteem issues carefully hidden but now rearing its ugly head, jealousy had accosted the redhead. The only problem was that Ron was too stubborn and vainly ignored the rational part that their friendship stood on. Hermione, on the other hand, had been too confused and undecided on what to believe and that had hurt Harry more than he realized. She was an intelligent witch and had known him for almost three consecutive years. Yet, his tendency to do the unlikeliest and recklessness in terms of dangers and hazards had quite drawn the line of proving her perplexity.
So far, he had avoided everyone as much as he could. The negative attention was unbearable unlike on his second year–where he had his friends. He hadn't spoken to anyone for fear of outright retaliation and shunning. Harry didn't even know if someone out there believed him. Even Dumbledore was confused and somewhat taken aback by it. Most students were calling him a cheat, a glory-hound, or an attention-seeking liar.
He really hated it. At the same time, he needed to get out or simply an out.
Originally, he had been on his way to Hagrid's hut but then he saw Ron and Hermione on their way there. Harry had changed tracks and went to find a secluded spot near the edge of the lake. He hadn't been here before and he found the stillness of the water to be quite exquisite and calming. After his encounter with Malfoy before he got here, he had been so furious that he would like nothing more than for the blonde ponce to show up so Harry could curse him through next month.
Wanting to vent his anger some more, Harry picked up a large rock and chucked it to his left by the lake.
The water exploded into torrents of sprinkling shower. Harry heaved out a little in exhaustion–the rock had been heavy–and proceeded to feel satisfied as he imagined Malfoy's face in place of the surface of the lake. It made him feel better.
"Potter, if you don't mind, take your pity party elsewhere." A voice growled and from its tone, it wasn't a request but an order.
He whirled around and turned to where the voice came from–to his left, he realized with a wince–and stared at the raven haired girl whose scowling face was dripping slightly with water. Lake water, Harry realized.
His sheepish emerald green met her irate honey-gold eyes.
Then his gaze landed on the wet front of her robes, to be precise, on the soaked green and silver colors with the crest of a snake–a Slytherin. Instantly, the boy was on guard as he stared warily at the girl, forgetting that he was the reason why she had gotten drenched. Idly, he recognized her as one of his classmates. Daphne Greengrass. It was kind of hard to even recall who she was since she rarely joined any feuds Slytherin were quite known for in his three years of study in Hogwarts. That's why Harry wasn't sure what to make of her since this was their first confrontation and conversation–which her first words were for him to go elsewhere and angst.
And that brought Harry's initial anger out–more than he'd let on.
"Well, where am I supposed to go? Everybody hates me because I supposedly put my name in the Goblet." As her face darkened at his demanding tone, he mistook it for something else. "What? Also going to gloat about how I'm an attention-seeking bastard?" He growled, livid, and the rational part of his mind was gently admonishing him about venting on some girl he hadn't really known.
Her scowl deepened as she glared at the boy.
Harry just returned it with his own scorching one.
"Look, Potter." The girl started slowly. "I don't care where you go as long as it is far away from me. You're self-pitying makes me sick." Her jaw clenched at his outraged expression but she cut his protests off. "And I know you didn't put your name in the bloody Goblet–Dumbledore may be old but powerful and I don't doubt it. Besides, your genius 'idea' of staying out of the spotlight seems kind of moot when you are the bloody Boy-Who-Lived!" She had yelled the moniker, her fingers obviously twitching for her wand.
The boy gaped at her.
No one had admitted that they believed him. This girl, who barely knew him, had stated that she was extremely sure that he hadn't done it. And had been accurate about deducing how he felt about his fame.
"You believe me…?" Harry breathed out, dumbfounded and slightly suspicious as his eyes narrowed.
"Besides," She continued as if he wasn't gawking at her. "Many competitors die in this tournament and whoever decided to enter you is either an idiot who believes in your myth or a madman who wants you dead. Now go away." Honey-gold eyes glared at him irately as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe.
Harry paused.
He hadn't thought of it that way. He had been so preoccupied about his illegal entry in the tournament with no way out–through the binding contract–that he had neglected to investigate at what could be the purpose of anyone to put his name in.
Certainly, no one would think he was that good enough to survive through the competition. But the one where someone wanted him dead made a lot of sense–it wasn't really anything new now that he thought about it. With three consecutive years in Hogwarts, all of which someone always wanted to kill him one way or another.
Looking back at the girl and meeting her deadly glare, he felt a little guilty about not making a good impression. She had helped Harry to focus on the right thing about this tournament and her belief–with a hint of insult–had deeply soothed him since he became enemy number one to most. From the way she was seated near the edge of the lake with a blanket spread out underneath her, it was obvious that she had been here for some time and was first to arrive here; later witnessing his tantrum. He winced at the last thought at how immature it had been.
There was also the fact that she was a Slytherin.
But even with neutrals from the house, they clearly sided with Slytherin House as a united front and therefore, the general belief it had taken no matter what period of time.
It was about mocking Harry Potter this time and how he had cheated to get himself into the tournament.
And yet, this girl had honestly stated about she knew it hadn't been his doing.
Now, Harry contemplated what little he knew about Daphne Greengrass. She had dark hair that reached below shoulder blades, a petite but definitely feminine figure, honey-gold eyes that glared at him, a small pointed nose, pale skin, and a generally pretty face that might look more beautiful if she stopped scowling. But it wasn't those things and information he was aiming for about her. He never saw her with Malfoy or Parkinson or anyone from Slytherin, never heard a single insult from her directed at Gryffindors or him, and barely even saw her. That's got to take an effort to stay inconspicuous. Like what he had been trying to do all this time.
"Are you quite done now?" She snapped at him, bringing him out of his musings and not even knowing how big of an impact she had impressed upon him. "You can make yourself scarce now." She stated lowly but not pompously, as if she was urging him to just do it and be done with it.
It was obvious that she didn't like him but didn't outright hate him for no other bigoted reason based on the Slytherin House's belief.
Instead, feeling some of the Gryffindor courage he had in him, Harry walked deliberately to the girl and stood in front of her. His green-eyed gaze stared down at her–which obviously bothered her–and met her suspicious honey-gold orbs.
Harry did the unthinkable and held his hand out to her.
A Gryffindor and a Slytherin.
"I'm Harry Potter." He stated simply and calmly. Though inside, he was nervous at what he was doing in the first place. Aside from the girl being a Slytherin, he didn't even know why he was bothering to begin with.
Daphne seemed to think so too since she just eyed his hand distrustfully.
She looked up at his eyes deeply, searching, but still with a healthy dose of suspicion. Harry knew why–she was a Slytherin and the 'Golden Trio' didn't tolerate them because of a few scumbags that didn't deserve to be in the house; namely, Malfoy and his posse. Harry knew that the house valued cunning and ambition but Malfoy certainly lacked it in spades.
More like for the blood purity beliefs, most likely.
"Daphne Greengrass." The girl stated but didn't shake his offered hand.
Harry reluctantly pulled it back and felt a bit stupid about expecting her to just grasp and accept it.
Even so, he sat down on the blanket beside her.
The girl glowered at him.
"What part of making yourself scarce don't you understand, Potter?" She growled furiously as she instantly scooted away from him.
"I think I like myself here just fine, thanks." Harry said steadily and smiled at her a little slyly. "Besides, I'm not welcomed back in the castle anyway." He shrugged unconcernedly as he made himself comfortable.
"Do I look like I care?" She scowled at him, a little usual of her, Harry realized. "This is my spot and I want you gone, now." She emphasized by making a large shooing motion with her hand.
Harry pretended to look around him and searching for something. For a while, Daphne looked confused.
"I don't see any "Daphne Greengrass' Property" plastered anywhere." He quipped back with a raised eyebrow, finding some amusement as he saw her obviously ruffled. "So I can be here as long as I want and as much as you are."
"You bloody arse, I ought to hex you–"
"Then do it." Harry stated flatly, his face blank as he waited for the Slytherin to go through with her threat. It would determine how he would see the girl as a person even from the house of snakes.
For a while, Daphne appeared like she would but she just stood up.
"I know you're not exactly famous in my house but you're impossible." She gritted out of clenched teeth then rudely tried to pull out the blanket underneath him. She tried but it wouldn't budge since Harry's weight made it impossible.
"Many had said so." He nodded in mocked sympathy.
"Don't push it, you prat. Get the hell off!" Daphne stated a little loudly as she made a last attempt to retrieve the cloth.
When the boy didn't attempt to move but instead laid his back down on it, Daphne finally had enough.
She brought out her wand quickly and pointed it at Harry who tensed and was about to bring out his wand in retaliation but the spell was already on her lips.
"Aguamenti." She murmured just as a jet of water shot out of the tip of her wand and splashed the raven haired boy exactly on the face.
Harry instantly stood up and sputtered, then stumbled back as a triumphant Daphne Greengrass finally pulled the blanket back to her from under his feet. Her face was an exact picture of smugness before she glared at the boy who was staring at her in wonder as he wiped his face dry.
"What the hell was that for?" He questioned, frustrated and annoyed.
"That was for earlier." She simply said–a reference to the rock Harry threw earlier, no doubt–as she carefully folded it and tucked it under her arm.
Harry noted that he was a good head taller than her petite frame.
She seemed to have disliked that notion more as she put more distance between them. Abruptly, she spun on her heel to do more of that.
"Bye Daphne." Harry stated awkwardly as he watched her leave, not even realizing what he had just called her.
The girl glared over her shoulder.
"It's Greengrass to you, Potter." She growled angrily, her honey-gold eyes glowering at him. "Don't you dare forget that." Her voice then changed into something more serious and Harry sobered up as he understood; they were not friends.
But Harry liked what he saw and mused on how to change that. If not for his sake then for his survival of the tournament, someone who believed him.
"What the hell are you doing here again, Potter?" She questioned harshly with her customary scowl the next day.
He stood at least six feet to her right and overlooking the vast size of the black lake. But the raven haired boy just shrugged and smiled as he picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it farther down the lake. His eyes never left the spot the stone landed on as he breathed in a large amount of fresh air. She huffed and decided that noticing him was just wasting her time–so instead, she brought out her Transfiguration book to do some light reading for their next lesson.
"I didn't know a book was more interesting than me." He commented idly as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Her eyebrow twitched at the arrogance of the boy and continued ignoring him. Though why the words in her textbook suddenly became jumbled and demented figures, Daphne had no idea.
If she would have peered at him, she would have seen his amused expression at her lack of reaction.
"What do you think of Malfoy?"
The question had been asked of her so many times by fellow housemates who were unsure if to side with the blonde pureblood or to remain strongly neutral that she had answered Harry Potter's inquiry without thinking.
"Malfoy is a spineless moron who always runs back to daddy because he was dropped on his head when he was born." She paused as she heard him snickering. As her expression darkened, she realized suddenly what she had just blurted out. "Not that it's any of your business." She settled snidely, glaring at him.
"Not the kind of impression I would have thought to hear from a Slytherin." He pointed out with curiosity, emerald green eyes practically pleading for an answer.
"Have you ever heard the saying of 'ignorance is bliss', Potter? The whole of the Slytherin doesn't tolerate braggarts like him and only his father's power had made sure of his survival in the house. Others act like they agree with him and know what he's blabbing about while some just dutifully act like they don't know and continue as if he wasn't there." She didn't really know why but she felt the need to defend her house's honor from being tarnished by idiots like Malfoy and his goons.
His expression had turned thoughtful throughout her speech as a touch of surprise crossed his eyes.
"So even the blood purity is just an act to be around Malfoy?" Harry quipped back a little scathingly on his part while the girl's face became neutral.
"Most pureblood families believed in it. Not only from Slytherin House, you idiotic arse. But if you are in an institute full of Muggleborns and 'blood-traitors' like Hogwarts, you learn to keep it to yourself unless you can protect your stand." Daphne stated blankly as she closed her book with an audible snap. "You will learn, Potter, that not every battle requires a wand and a spell. But simply how to stay standing by the end when you are faced with who your real allies and enemies are."
"And what are you between the two?" Harry asked simply, averting his eyes from her.
She scowled as she stood up and prepared to leave.
"If it will make my family happy and have a better future, then I'll settle for where I can make it possible." She answered truthfully as she packed up and left.
Both of them knew which side she had chosen without blurting it out obviously. The dark side promised nothing but darkness, death, and fear but the other side would give a chance to people to settle for what they thought was right as their way of living and future.
Daphne would not realize it, but she had just gotten Harry Potter to like her. And he wasn't even aware of it.
"Hi Daphne!" Harry Potter smiled as he sat across from her at the table.
The girl started in surprise as her head instantly snapped up to meet the person who had surprised her into having a minor heart attack. She took a deep breath before she glared at him, a scowl already forming on her lips. It was only a miracle she hadn't made a noise or else Madame Pince would have kicked her out of the library.
"How many times do I have to tell you to get it through your thick skull?" Daphne gritted out furiously. "It's Greengrass to you, Potter."
"Isn't Daphne your name?" He inquired innocently with a smile.
"I, for one, didn't give you permission to call me by my name just as I will never call you by yours. Stop this childish game and go away." Daphne huffed irately as she went back to her Potion's essay due the day after tomorrow.
"Oh, is this another property of Lady Greengrass?" He asked sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
Daphne noticeably stiffened as she slowly looked up from her work. Her face was unreadable and Harry realized that what he had just called her had apparently struck a nerve.
"Never, ever, call me that." The girl demanded softly, her honey-gold eyes grim and firm.
"Oh, uhm, sorry about that." He apologized sheepishly as she shook her head angrily at him and proceeded with her homework. He sighed and brought out his own Potion book and parchments to get his own assignment done.
For a while, only the scratches of quills on parchments and pages of books filled the silence.
The raven haired girl promptly stopped and glared incredulously at the boy opposite from her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed at him in a frustrated manner. "I purposely didn't come by the lake to avoid meeting your ugly face. How did you even know I'm in the library?"
Harry stared up in surprise, intentionally morphing his face into that of confusion. He had been by the edge of the lake for two hours a while ago with no Daphne Greengrass anywhere near the vicinity. So he had gone back to the Gryffindor dorms and took out the Marauder's map to look for her in the castle. He didn't even know why he had specifically singled her out–he could have gone with Neville who had declared that he believed Harry. But there was just something about this girl that made him want to be around her snide remarks and scowls. He just wanted to know what that something was.
"What are you talking about? I just decided to do some homework in the library and happened to see you. Was it so wrong to want to sit with you?" He asked with a straight face, fighting off the urge to grin at her customary scowl.
"Yes, it's wrong since you keep popping in and out of my time a lot than what was necessary." Daphne looked at him pointedly. "It's incredibly creepy, Potter. We never talked to each other until a week ago and I keep seeing you so much. Now do me a favor and get lost." She pursed her lips in displeasure as she grimaced.
"Are you calling me a stalker?"
Harry was honestly shocked as his cheeks reddened slightly. He would admit that he had gone to places intentionally to get to see and talk to her but he never pegged his actions to be remotely close to stalking. Heck, all they had done in those encounters were either exchange scathing remarks or in her case, pretend that he wasn't there. Now that he thought about it, he had been watching her intensely. Partly because he wanted to find out why a Slytherin believed him and mostly to get to know her. He was always a curious person next to Hermione.
If he was perfectly truthful to himself, Harry Potter would say that he was fascinated with what he learned so much about Daphne Greengrass in such a short week.
She was always scowling, even at the smallest wrong things that upset her. She also glares a lot and generally wanted to be left alone not only by Harry but also by the rest of the student population. He also found out from Neville that Daphne held the honor of being in first place in their year, followed by Tracey Davis and Padma Patil, and then Hermione Granger. It was a bit shocking since he had always assumed that Hermione was the best of their year with her book smarts and broad knowledge. And she also had a sweet tooth as he found out that she always carried several packs of Licorice Wands and Sugar Quills in her bag–which she absolutely refused to share. She rarely joined conflicts and preferred to stay in the background. She had a major temper that made him want to annoy her. Oh, he wouldn't forget about her extreme dislike of him. Not because he was a Gryffindor and she was a Slytherin or of his fame as the Boy-Who-Lived but simply she was annoyed by Harry. Simply because of him and not due to his status, relations, or other bogusness related to social and celebrity norms.
It was the last one that made it so refreshing after the fame, then the shunning (after his name was pulled from the Goblet and Skeeter's recent article hadn't helped any), the hatred from Slytherins due to his Gryffindor affiliation and feud with Malfoy, and the awe from so many aside from his friends.
Maybe, just maybe, Harry was now willing to admit to himself that he liked Daphne just a little bit. A crush, maybe.
But even then, he was still skeptical about it due to his lack of experience regarding romantic situations and intimacy with others.
"Yes." The girl deadpanned dryly.
"W-What, I mean–I'm not stalking you!" Harry stammered helplessly, completely missing the exasperated amusement in Daphne's honey-gold eyes.
"Then you can go study somewhere else, this isn't the only table available." Daphne gave him the choices available and Harry wasn't ready to choose yet. He liked being around her–being able to annoy her simply by being there, giving efforts to have her attention (which was a new thing since attention was unfortunately always on him), and talking to her made him forget about the downward spiral that had been his life lately. But she's also a Slytherin, they're cunning folks and she could have other intentions for what she did and said.
Harry suddenly straightened as he realized something. It was he who always approached her and not the other way around.
"I think I'll prefer this table." He smiled at her and continued on his essay as if nothing happened.
Her eyes widened in shock as she looked around her. Some Slytherins in lower years were eyeing them and pointing while others watched in confusion and surprise. Somehow, Daphne could hardly care. She never cared before and she didn't see any reason to change that just because of an arrogant prat such as Harry Potter.
She would regret that in a few weeks.
"So, Harry, I heard about your new… friend lately." Neville commented as they went on their way down the Great Hall.
Surprisingly, Harry blushed lightly. Even he was unsure why.
"How did you know about her?" He questioned quietly as he looked over his shoulder, as if expecting said female to appear behind them.
"The whole school knows by now, even Beauxbaton and Durmstrang can see it." Neville shook his head in slight wonderment. "Harry, you follow her around so much that makes it impossible for other people not to notice." He pointed out with a sly look.
Harry groaned to himself.
"Not you too, Nev. I'm not stalking her!" He exclaimed exasperatedly with a touch of frustration.
"Well, others got the wrong ideas." The other shrugged impishly. "Ron's been apoplectic about it with our other dorm mates and Hermione. 'Harry – and a Slytherin!' You should have seen him, mate. If he wasn't so stubborn about the tournament, I bet he would have been in your face the first chance he got about even talking to a snake, much less stalk one." Neville shook his head in silent laughter while Harry grimaced.
"I'm not stalking her." Harry insisted under his breath.
"We'll call it a quest for your healthy interest in her then." Neville stated with a thoughtful look on his face while the other scowled lightly.
"Neville, that still sounded a great deal like stalking." He told him wryly.
"So you admit that you like her then?"
That made Harry freeze in his tracks as he stared at his friend incredulously.
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about?" He sputtered out in slight embarrassment and confusion. His blush would like to state otherwise. "I didn't admit to anything and I certainly didn't even insinuate that I have an interest in her!"
"Harry, it's alright to have a crush on someone." Neville advised gently, ignoring the other boy's stutters. "You're a nice bloke who just found some girl he likes. You've been following her around for almost three weeks now even though she's a Slytherin and that speaks of what you think of her character. You're still fourteen so it's perfectly normal." He reasoned to the other boy just as they paused in the middle of a corridor near the doors of the Great Hall.
All his life, Harry longed for a normal life–quiet school year in Hogwarts, peaceful life as a student and teenager with only grades, detentions, and teenage angst to worry about. And Neville's words had shed some hope in what he considered to be a dreadful year. If he liked some girl, it was perfectly normal because he's a teenager like everyone else. That thought brought a warm feeling to his chest that made him feel almost light-headed. His stay with the Dursleys, fame as the Boy-Who-Lived and exploits during the first three years certainly hadn't made him feel that way.
"Thanks, Neville." Harry smiled gratefully to his friend, forgetting that he had just admitted about his supposed crush.
"No problem, mate." Neville paused as his smile faltered. "See, it's nothing to worry about."
"Yeah." The green-eyed boy nodded in agreement.
Neville grinned in slight triumph.
"So you do like her!" He accused somewhat excitedly.
"W-What?" Harry stammered nervously as he flushed. "I – I didn't…" He tried to deny but Neville was already looking quite satisfied of himself. It was a new thing for Harry since he had never seen his friend so confident about something other than Herbology.
"She's a good person, I've got the chance to get to know her and her sister during our third year and this summer." Neville admitted shyly as he smiled at his friend.
"Really?" The other perked up, glad at the shift in topic and choosing to ignore his embarrassment earlier. "How'd you know her? I only met her by accident." Harry informed sheepishly as he combed a hand through his messy locks.
At this, Neville's expression saddened and became grim.
"Our parents are not the only casualties of war, Harry. It doesn't matter what house you came from if you oppose You-Know-Who." The Longbottom heir explained solemnly as he fidgeted anxiously, evidently not wanting to be reminded of it.
Not knowing what to say, Harry just nodded his head in support to which Neville visibly appreciated.
He wondered why he had ignored Neville throughout his previous years when it had been very obvious how true and sincere he was as a friend.
Just as they were entering the doors to the Great Hall, someone bumped into them quite harshly.
Honey-gold eyes looked up and peered at them, a scowl already on her face.
"Hey, Neville." She nodded cordially to the boy then she caught sight of Harry. "Oh, Potter." She glared at said boy as she tensed. "What are you doing here?" She asked suspiciously as she stared around her.
"I think… I'll go ahead." Neville interjected meekly as he went in the Great Hall. "See you later, mate!"
"Hey Daphne." Harry greeted with a smile, a little shyly this time as he remembered his earlier discussion with Neville.
"It's Greengrass, Potter, Greengrass! When will you ever learn?" Daphne growled furiously as she strode past him, completely declaring that she didn't want to talk to him.
Harry, seeing his chance, chose to catch up in her quick strides.
"Well, Daphne seemed much nicer. Unless, of course, you wanted me to call you 'Daph' and we both know you wouldn't want that since it closely sounded like 'daft'." Harry teased lightly at the girl's darkening expression.
He didn't know why but irritating her had become something of a routine to him. It was one of the few bold things he dared to do–heck, he didn't even had the courage to ask anyone out on a date like Seamus or Dean. Yet, there were times that even speaking around Daphne had become an increasingly difficult challenge since words tend to slip through his grasp more and more as the time passed by. Unfortunately, he didn't understand why.
"Fuck off." She snarled.
Harry blinked in surprise at the obscenity.
"Bad day?" He softened his grin.
"What's it to a twit like you?" Daphne grouched irately but Harry knew when he had softened her barriers enough to get her to speak to him. Though, he mused with a smile, he had learned to ignore the name-callings as he got used to their bantering. It was more entertaining than what the population insulted him with.
"Because you know I would listen and care." Harry stated seriously as he gazed at her genuinely.
She paused in her surprise and confusion.
"Potter, I don't know if you were also dropped on your head when you were born." She enunciated each word slowly with a touch of incredulity.
"I'm glad to know I'm appreciated, Daphne." He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Honey-gold eyes narrowed.
"I told you that it's Green–"
"Don't you get tired of saying that?" He inquired with annoyance.
"Don't you get tired of hearing it?" Daphne challenged with a raised eyebrow.
Harry opened his mouth to release a derisive retort when he suddenly grinned at her, mocking her with his expression's triumph.
"Actually, I don't. It wouldn't be you then. So there." He finished as he crossed his arms while his emerald eyes sparkled almost mischievously, idly noting that they had just entered the library.
"I'm glad to be of service then, Potter. Now why don't you go with Neville and stay away from me?"
"Sorry, I can't." It would have been believable if he actually sounded apologetic. "I actually needed a favor."
Daphne looked vaguely interested but still somewhat resentful.
"What makes you even think that I will help you?" She seriously sounded offended–it was because of him that rumors now also followed her, that her already low standing in her house had degraded further with the fallout with Malfoy and Parkinson last school year.
"Because I like you." He admitted jokingly, though inside, he was admittedly nervous since he had just honest-to-Merlin confessed. He wasn't even sure about it.
"That will convince me to help you… how?" She frowned at him skeptically, not even believing the admission.
Harry didn't know if to be relieved that he didn't have to explain or miserable that she had not even given it a second thought.
"First task." He simply said.
"Alright," She raised a hand at his obvious elated expression. "Just because I don't want you to embarrass our school and nothing more."
Harry smirked almost smugly.
"That's what you say."
"Do you want my help or not?"
He raised his hands in immediate placation before she changed her mind and then grinned at her conspiratorially.
"I need you to help me on how to steal something from a dragon."
Thank you for reading.
