Harry Potter awoke with a start. His breathing deep and laboured. His eyes bloodshot and panicked. Harry fell out of the bed, hand desperately moving around the bedside table. He knocked aside his glasses as his hand closed around his wand. He quickly pointed his wand at his arm and silently cast a light cutting curse. He let out a gasp of relief as the blood flowed down his arm. He took a deep breath and fired another, more powerful cutting curse. The relief Harry felt was blinding. Harry flinched as a slender pair of arms wrapped around his torso. Harry thrashed around wildly, His wand firing curses in all directions.
Daphne Greengrass tightened her grip on Harry.
"Its okay. Its me love. It was just a nightmare. It was only a nightmare. I'm here now. Just clam down okay darl? Deep breaths." she whispered soothingly in his ear. Her grip tightening around him. Daphne Ducked as a bone splintering curse sailed past her head. Harry's flailing arms were hitting at her sides more forcefully now. Daphne just hugged him tighter still and continued to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Daphne felt a sharp sting in her cheek as a shard of glass embedded itself into her skin. Almost as suddenly as the mayhem had started, everything calmed down. The silence left an eerie quality in its wake. Harry collapsed to the floor weeping. Daphne gently lifted Harry up again and placed her forehead against his. She sat staring into the emerald eyes of Harry Potter. With one hand she gingerly wiped away his tears. With the other she picked up Harry's discarded wand and summoned a dagger.
Harry gazed back into the ice blue eyes of Daphne Greengrass. He leaned into her comforting touch. Harry felt a cold weight settle on his left forearm, digging into the skin. Startled he glanced sown to see Daphne's porcelain hand pressing a dagger against his arm. Harry looked back into her ice blue eyes. One hand still caressing his cheek, Daphne's eyes begged for Harry's permission. Harry titled his head to side and gave a slight smile. Still enchanted in each others eyes, Daphne slowly, deliberately dragged the sharp blade along Harry's wrist. Harry exhaled deeply. While magic certainly was more effective, there was something maddeningly intoxicating in the feeling of the cool metal of the dagger cutting into his pale skin, drawing the warm crimson wetness of his blood. Harry shivered as Daphne drew light circles against Harry's cheek. Their gazes still locked together, Harry inhaled as Daphne began the delicious process again. The pain was quite simply, exquisite.
Over and over Daphne carved a new scar into Harry's skin, revelling in his small gasps of relief and in the shivers his body gave. Fifty cuts later and Daphne placed the dagger in Harry's bleeding hand. Harry first stared at the dagger then Daphne, confused. In the most complete display of love and trust Daphne place her own hand in Harry's free one. She gently guided the hand still holding the dagger and placed in on her wrist. Harry tried to withdraw his hand but Daphne held in place firmly. Harry's terrified eyes met Daphne's. It was his turn to ask for permission.
"Never fear Love. You could never possibly hurt me." she whispered.
Daphne gave Harry a smirk of her own.
A hours later, Dobby found his master and mistress asleep in eachothers arms, with a loving smile on their faces their blood mingled together.