House: Hufflepuff

Type of Prompt: Short

Prompt Chosen: Non-Canon Romantic Pairing(Haphne)

Title: Prefect Duties

Words: 1,095

Harry Potter and Daphne Greengrass, boyfriend and girlfriend, both 6th year Slytherins and Prefects walked down the 3rd floor corridor. The same one that had hosted a Cerberus and a Philosopher's Stone 4 years ago. Harry and Daphne had found Voldemort in the corridor, and with the help of Professors Snape and Flitwick, had been able to redirect a killing curse heading to Harry right back to Voldemort. Harry would later learn that, because Voldemort had been killed by his own killing curse, it bypassed the horcruxes and counted as suicide, effectively ending Voldemort for good.

The story was somehow leaked, and Dumbledore was fired for hiring a professor possessed by Voldemort. McGonagall had taken over as headmistress and Flitwick became her deputy. Snape, Flitwick, Harry, and Daphne had all been awarded Order of Merlins 1st Class for their defeat of Voldemort and had become celebrities, not that Harry wasn't already one.

Both came from rich pureblood families, apparently Lily Evans was the heiress of the Silver family but her parents had died and the Evans had adopted her. Who would've thought?

The Silver Couple, as they had been dubbed, continued down the corridor checking the occasional broom closet for couple's snogging.

"Daph?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry?"

"What do you think you'll do when we get out of here?"

"I don't know honestly, I suppose I'll take over the family business or become a potions mistress. What about you?"

"Originally in my first few years, I wanted to be an auror, but now I think I'd want to teach, maybe take over Flitwick's job or D.A.D.A."

"Yes, that'd be interesting, especially now that the curse is gone."

"Let's head to bed Daph, our patrol's basically up."

"Sounds good."

Later in their 6th year

Harry and Daphne were resting in a bed provided by the room of requirements. They had only snogged, not taking things too far, snogging with a bit of groping, that is.

"Daph," Harry murmured.

Her response was to snuggle deeper into Harry's warm body.

"Daph, as much as I love doing this, we do have our prefect duties to get to."

She still didn't say anything.

"Ok, don't say I didn't warn you." Harry cautioned before getting out of bed. Daphne was about to comment about a lack of pillow when the comforter was suddenly pulled off of the bed.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Daphne shrieked in a combination of rage and shock.

"Yes, dear?" Harry replied in a faux innocent tone.

"If you EVER do that again, I will hex you 6 different ways, string you by your toenails, and dangle you from the astronomy tower." Daphne seethed.

Harry gulped audibly, his face draining of color.

"Of course. How about we get you some new jewelry during the next Hogsmeade trip?" Harry offered.

"And a new dress, I think!" Daphne responded sweetly.

"Absolutely!"

Hogwarts Express, Going to Hogwarts, 7th Year

"Hello, Head Boy," Daphne quipped.

"Hello, Head Girl," Harry replied jovially.

"You know, Head boys and girls get their own rooms, separate from the dorms, we'd be able to sleep together. As well as other things..." Daphne said slyly, a smirk adorning her face.

Harry blushed bright red in response, before a similar smirk grew on his face,

"We could, or I could just stay in the Slytherin dorms. We are 7th years after all, we now get our own dorms."

Daphne pouted,

"You wouldn't really do that to me would you?" Her lower lip started to tremble as Harry stared into her sapphire blue eyes.

"Fine! Fine, just stop, please!" Harry exclaimed, no longer able to take it.

"Yay!" Daphne squealed.

"Come on, we need to go to the prefect meeting." Harry said, putting his arm around Daphne's waist.

"Of course, let's get going." She agreed, resting her head on his shoulder.

Sometime in April

"Have I ever mentioned how much I bloody hate studying?" Daphne grumbled.

"And I repeat, if you would just let me cast that spell I found in the chamber you would have an eidetic memory." Harry sighed.

"But that's basically cheating!" The blond moaned.

"Daphne, if that was cheating, then being a level 5 Occlumens or higher would be cheating, and you're already a level 4. After all, a level 5 Occlumens effectively gets an eidetic memory. Besides, since when have you ever cared about the rules? I think I can easily count over 15 times you dragged me into a broom cupboard for a snog."

"Fine, but it better work!" Daphne acquiesced. The truth was she hated studying, but her inner Hufflepuff just didn't agree with having an extreme advantage over everyone else.

Harry started to swirl his wand around Daphne's head and started chanting "memoria perfectus, memoria perfectus, memoria perfectus!"

"Well?" Harry asked eagerly.

"This is… this is amazing! I can remember everything!" Daphne exclaimed.

"Yes, now you might want to spend the rest of the night working on your mind palace in your occlumency shields to help sort all the information." Harry instructed.

"I will. Thanks!" Daphne then proceeded to drag Harry into a cupboard for a nice long snog.

Post N.E.W.T.s

"Well… how did you do?" Harry asked, trying to peak over his fiancee's shoulder to get a view at her N.E.W.T. scores.

"I… I… I can't believe this!" Daphne cried.

"What's wrong? Did you not do well?" Harry inquired.

"No, the bloody opposite! All O's! Harry, O's in Runes, Potions, Herbology, Charms, .A., Transfiguration, Arithmancy, and Care!"

"That's excellent!"

"Yes, yes. Now, how did you do?" Daphne questioned, having gotten over her momentary shock.

"Same as you but with an E.E. in Arithmancy," Harry grinned.

"That's brilliant!"

"Yes it is. Have you decided what you're going to do now that we graduate in… 3 weeks?" Harry wondered after doing the mental math.

"Yes, Professor Snape has offered me an apprenticeship, I'll work as an assistant teacher/apprentice while you do the same for Flitwick like you planned. This way we'll be able to get a marriage suite and stay together." Daphne replied.

"Really? Snape's pretty young, why would he want you to take over?"

"He prefers independent work such as research, apparently Dumbledore basically trapped him here since he was his ticket out of Azkaban. Professor Snape plans on doing independent research and selling potions for money." Daphne explained.

"Ah, makes sense. And no offense to him, but I do hope you're a better teacher than him, his methods were a bit… unorthodox."

"True, but it worked."

"Touché."