Harry hurried along the corridor, hidden underneath the Invisibility Cloak, frequently checking the Marauders Map to make sure that he wasn't going to bump into anyone he didn't want to encounter such as Snape. It was bad enough being caught wandering around the castle after hours, that in itself would warrant losing points and earn him a detention or two, but if he was caught meeting up with her ... he'd land them both in a heap of trouble.
Stowing the Map in his pocket, he slipped down the staircase into the Entrance Hall, and started off for the dungeons. Yes he was the one who was taking the majority of the risk by sneaking from Gryffindor Tower all the way to the dungeons, but she was worth it. What he wouldn't give to have a decent amount of uninterrupted time alone with her, free from prying eyes. He could only imagine what people would say if they knew ...
Knocking once on the door to his left, he quickly opened it and hurried inside before dropping the Cloak on the floor. He took in the sight in front of him. My god she was breathtakingly beautiful. She looked up, sweeping a curtain of blonde hair out of her face, and fixing him with her pale grey eyes. Harry crosses the room in three strides and pulled Daphne to him. He pressed his lips to the top of her head, smelling the sweet strawberry scent of her hair, and holding her close.
Daphne was the one person Harry felt he could completely be himself around; he could actually talk about his fears concerning Voldemort and how he wasn't so sure he would be able to win this war. It was too much for a sixteen year old to cope with. But Daphne understood. She and her sister Astoria were both rebelling against their parents wishes and refusing to stand with Voldemort. Even though she knew it put them both in danger she couldn't care less. And since she'd already made her position completely clear, the way she saw it was that they might as well throw all caution to the winds and just admit their feelings for each other.
Harry disagreed. While he knew that he was absolutely crazy about Daphne, he insisted that they keep their relationship a secret. It wasn't that he was ashamed of her, not in the slightest for Daphne was the bravest witch he knew, except perhaps for Hermione. No his reluctance to go public with their relationship was for Daphne and Astoria's own safety. The last thing he wanted was either of them coming to harm on his behalf. He'd tried once, unsuccessfully, to end things with Daphne, but she'd talked him round arguing that she was in just as much danger without dating him and that he couldn't always be there to protect her.
Harry tilted her face up to meet his, and pressed his lips to hers. Daphne responded ardently, kissing him back with a passion that more than equalled his. Her hands slipped up into his hair and Harry found himself responding to her. He definitely was a slave to his emotions when it came to Daphne.
They were both so absorbed in each other that neither of them heard the door creak open, neither of them noticed the dark shadow in the doorway who spent a good few minutes studying the couple before turning back into the darkness and disappearing.
A/N: What did you think?