Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait on this story. And if you didn't see my A/N in the new chapter for Tamers of the Heart, then I'll go ahead and inform you now that the next update will be for No Matter What. Followed by Bid of a Lifetime, and I'm thinking of reopening Second Chance's and getting it going again. I'm not positive though, so don't get too expectant. The delay and wait here was for several reasons. The main one being school, the second being a girlfriend, and deciding if we were staying together or separating. The decision has been made, sucky as it is… Anyways! Enjoy this new chapter, and I profusely apologize for the delay here. To make up for it, there is a nice long lemon scene at the end, both as an apology and a Christmas present of sorts. So if you don't like lemons don't read the last section. It's the Wedding night and it's rather long, and fairly detailed.

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Chapter 3

Harry was getting better at sorting through all of Daphne's and his memories as the days passed. Her leading him through Occlumency training was helping him immensely. Her training was much better than Snape's had ever been.

They started by trying a different method of Occlumency than Snape had tried teaching him. Severus having not bothered to learn or figure out what type of Occlumency Harry would be better at, instead opting to teach him the style Severus was, whether it would be hard or easy, or even possible for him to learn it.

So as he felt Daphne enter his mind he would fill it with one emotion, one memory. Overwhelming the intruder. Often he used love and happiness since it was Daphne rooting around in his mind, and he knew she already knew everything in his own mind. Often she left his mind only to drag him into their room for several hours. Making love to him as his overwhelming love she felt from his mind pushed her to do so. And he was never one to complain.

Other times, she would be ejected from his mind laughing hysterically as he would fill his mind with moments from his life that one could only laugh at.

It was good he'd been practicing his occlumency as Saturday had come, and it was time to face his friends, as well as Daphne's, and see if they would join them. He needed to be stoic and prepared for anything. For them to deny him and Daphne's plans, their way to go about defeating Voldemort.

Thoughts of his friends abandoning him as his others had filled his mind till two smaller arms wrapped around his waist. "I Recognize that brooding posture."

"There's not a posture." He pouted.

"Oh yes there is." Daphne began, spinning him to face her as she stood up on a chair behind him. "You stoop like this. Your shoulders get all hunched and your left eyebrow droops a little lower than your right, your hands drop at your sides into your pocket, your…."

"Alright, alright I get it! I get it! You know everything about me and I shouldn't argue. Got it." Harry laughed, silencing her with a kiss. "I'm sorry. I'm just… worried about their reactions and how they'll go about this. I mean, I know Hermione will be in, since it's half her idea. But Neville I'm not sure about. And if we decide to get others, well, what about them?"

"Don't worry dear. Hermione, I'm sure is already softening Neville up to your idea. And I'm absolutely positive that Tracey will join us, Blaise will take a little bit of convincing until he hears that Hermione is going. Then he'll be there in a hurry. Now, buck up mister, and perhaps there'll be a reward for you tonight once our meeting and dinner with our friends is finished."

With a smirk Harry just kissed her softly, taking her hand as they left her room towards the floo and lounge room to wait for their guests.

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Hermione was the first to arrive, not surprising Harry in the slightest, Tracey right behind her, scowling slightly at having been beaten by the Gryffindor Brain but shrugging and promising to beat her the next time around. Blaise was next, Neville being the last through the Floo.

Harry and Daphne lead them through the house to the sitting room, Daphne and Harry gliding in front of their friends, arms locked both dressed smartly. Harry wearing a black suit with cyan blue trimming that matched Daphne's eyes, while she wore an emerald green dress that matched Harry's eyes.

After everyone had taken a seat and one of the Greengrass house elves had served everyone, even a slightly scowling Hermione, did Harry cast strong silencing charms around the room. Followed by Daphne slicing her finger and drawing a couple blood runes on either door, then each wall. Locking and soundproofing them further before Harry took her hand with a smile, placing a feather-light kiss upon her finger and healing the cut.

Blaise glanced uneasily around the room. "Planning to kill us now that no-one can hear eh?" He joked, though his eyes still glanced warily at the door, even as he and the others chuckled. Something neither Daphne nor Harry missed.

"Thank you all for coming. I promise that after this discussion we will get straight to some food and fun. As well as answer any of the many questions I'm sure each of you have. Harry."

"Thank you love. Hermione is already aware of this, and will be joining us. But, as our closest remaining friends," Harry bitterly thought of Ron, "we would like to offer you the chance to join us. We plan upon disappearing to train for the rest of the summer. It won't all be work. We may or may not return to school at the start of the school year. It will depend on how things with Voldemort are going, as well as Dumbledore, and how well we are all doing. We may invite more people to join us later on. But this is the group we wish to start with. Our closest friends."

"We will be going to a secret place that Harry has secured for us. The Goblins should be preparing the place for us as we speak. It being ready within two weeks. There we will have everything we need to train and prepare. As Harry has stated. We would like you to join, but understand if you do not. We will require, on the grounds of our friendship, should you not wish to accompany us, that you tell no one of what we are doing, or where we have gone until we have actually left and gone."

At her words Neville, Blaise, and Tracey all adopted different faces at the threat that their friendship would be on the line should they blab. Blaise insulted she thought he couldn't keep his mouth shut, Tracey annoyed her friend would even consider her not joining them. While Neville was merely thoughtful, trying to decide what he parents would have done in this situation.

"We will give you time to think about this and discuss it amongst yourselves. We shall be checking on dinner. If you'll excuse us."

Harry stood while speaking, offering Daphne an arm as they left towards the door, Daphne opening a hand so the runes on the door glowed, allowing them to leave.

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Once the door was closed and the runes reengaged Harry slumped against the door. Still unused to wearing such a façade for long.

"You did good my love. Especially for your first time. Well done. Now come, let us check on dinner. I would not worry about their decisions. Many answers were clear in their body language if you were watching and paying attention."

Nodding his head with a sigh, Harry stood and followed his beautiful fiancé, for that was what they'd decided they were until their official wedding later that week, down the hall and towards the kitchen.

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"Well, first I think proper introductions are due before we discuss this." Hermione began, offering a hand to the dashing boy across from her. "Hermione Granger, Gryffindor."

"Oh, I know who you are bella ragazza." Blaise smirked kissing her hand as she blushed prettily.

"Si gioca è alto, bruno e bello bene." Hermione responded back, laughing as Blaise froze up, something flashing briefly in his eyes before disappearing.

"So you speak the favored language?"

"I was bored one summer."

The laugh that exploded from Blaise surprised Tracey as Blaise was normally very subdued and in control. With a smirk she made her entrance. "Now that lover-boy is finished. Tracey Davis. Tracey to you handsome." She winked at Neville causing the quiet boy to blush as he glanced to Hermione for help, finding none as she was still watching the Italian boy with interest and humor in her eyes.

Giving himself a mental pep-talk, Neville sat a bit straighter and attempted eye contact with the gir- Tracey, whose right brow lifted slightly as he straightened and cleared his throat. "Neville Longbottom, of Longbottom and Longbottom. Soon to be Lord Longbottom." He held his hand out, her laying it expertly in his own as he kissed it and sat back down. Deflating with a loud sigh and covering his blushing face.

Tracey's giggle only caused him to blush deeper. Glad that the two love birds next to him were missing what was occurring.

"No, no, no my good Lord Longbottom. Softer, and a tad longer. Like this."

Neville looked up to see Blaise once again taking Hermione's hand and laying a rather long and over the top kiss to her hand as she giggled and blushed, all the while staring his way and raising one eyebrow. "See my friend, now try again."

To his horror Tracey's hand suddenly reappeared in front of him, as she watched him, giggling herself as she challenged him to attempt it with his eyes.

Drawing from a courage he knew he didn't have, he kissed her hand again, letting his lips linger this time as he looked up in to her eyes, noticing a slight blush creep onto her face as he continued to kiss her hand.

"Better my good friend Zabini?" Neville questioned with a small laugh.

"Indeed good man. Indeed! Now we move on to the first kiss." Blaise cockily leaned forward, attempting to kiss the beautiful girl in front of him.

He was stopped by a hand covering his mouth, "Oh no. You're going to have to take me to dinner first. I mean come on." Hermione huffed with a small giggle at the widening of Blaise's eyes.

"How does dinner at 1776 sound then? And a kiss after, as you've said?"

Blaise's challenge was met face to face as Hermione stood, gazing into his eyes with a fire in her own. "That would be agreeable, after you've received permission from my father of course, Tuesday night would be perfect."

At her words Blaise momentarily blanched, before clearing his throat and knowing he couldn't lose here. "That sounds splendid, what color is appealing to you for us to wear. It is customary in the magical world on a first date to match, or at least coordinate."

"Red would be marvelous."

They were now almost nose to nose, smiles on their faces as they bantered back and forth.

"Delicious indeed. After your father meets, and all but gives me permission to marry you, what shall we do after dinner?"

"How about dancing? I haven't had a good Tango partner since my father stopped taking me dancing."

A fire was lit in Blaise's heart as he played this game with the fiery girl before him. Knowing he had to have her, if only for a moment. "Wonderful, my mother is considered the leading female dancer of the Tango in Italy currently, I plan on having the men's place next year."

"How delightful, I wonder how far this apple has fallen from the tree."

"I doubt you can keep up. What style do you prefer? I'm sure the Villa, can't have miss know-it-all too close to her dance partners now can we?"

Her scoff of annoyance was muted somewhat for the others in the room by the closeness of Blaise to her mouth, both heads turning slightly as their eyes gazed into the other in challenge. "I'll have you know my preferred choice is Orillero, but I have no problem dancing Milongeuero with a competent dancer. Emphasis on Competent."

"Then my dear, I'd prepare myself to be chest to chest with this Italian before the night is done. I'll be the most competent man you've ever been with"

His double meaning was clear to everyone in the room, and Blaise did not miss the spark of excitement and challenge in Hermione's eyes, nor the slight reddening of her cheeks as she searched for a response.

"Ah hell!" With those words Blaise leaned forward the last few inches and captured her mouth with his, her arms automatically coming up and around his face as they kissed.

Their moment was cut short at an outburst of laughter from the other two in the room they'd forgotten about. The two sitting rather close together and mocking their friends. Both making kissy faces as they laughed.

Both bright red, blushing down their necks and to the top of their heads, they turned to face their forgotten audience. Each quickly taking their seat as they refused to make eye contact. Blaise the first to regain control as his mask slid back into place, though there was a noticeable warm redness still present around his neck.

Hermione took a moment longer as she mentally berated herself for losing it in front of people like that, or being goaded by the cocky Italian boy. While at the same time, her heart was racing and a fire burned in her soul. She knew she was going to like getting to know this Blaise.

"Now, back to the reason we're here. Joining Harry and Daphne in this endeavor to prepare ourselves for war, and get better."

"I'm going. I'll be sticking by Harry no matter what."

The resoluteness in her voice inspired Neville who swiftly nodded his agreement, "I'll be going too! Wherever Harry goes I'll go!"

"Such loyalty. Sure you aren't meant to be a Hufflepuff there Longbottom? No offense meant, there's no denying you have that stupid lion bravery. It must be quickly rubbing off as I find myself inclined to join as well."

"Well, Daphne's going, so I'll obviously be joining." Tracey rolled her eyes, watching Neville with curiosity. "Well, now we wait for them to join us. Any more information you can pass on to us Granger? Preferably without locking lips. Though after seeing you at the yule ball, I wouldn't be totally against it." Tracey's devious smile and comment causing Blaise to once again burst into laughter as Neville blushed bright red, and Hermione stuttered around for an answer. Dropping back into her seat as Tracey licked her lips suggestively, laughing herself when Hermione covered her eyes and groaned.

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Harry and Daphne reentered the room thirty minutes later to find a room filled with a blushing Neville and Hermione, a giggling Tracey, and Blaise attempting to keep an impassive face.

"Having fun are we?" Daphne questioned with a raised brow.

"Oh you've missed so much dear. I'll fill you in with the pensieve before dinner." Tracey laughed, a loud groan issuing from Hermione who was now slumped in her chair, hands covering her face.

"Indeed you shall. Now, decisions. Have they been made?"

"More than I'm sure you planned on being made, at least this soon. Right Blaise? Hermione?" Tracey once again giggled, now eliciting a blush from both Blaise and Hermione, the curly haired girl burrowing deeper into the couch with a mumbled groan.

"I am certainty curious as to what has occurred in our absence." Daphne smirked. "Now, what have you decided then."

"We're all in. Each and every one of us." Neville's voice surprised Daphne, who'd been expecting Hermione or Tracey to answer for them. Not the shy Gryffindor.

"Good. Then here is what will be required until then. Get your things packed and ready. Whatever clothes you'll want or think you'll need. Along with exercise clothes, nice ballroom appropriate clothing, no questions you three, just listen. As I was saying, ballroom attire, swimming attire, and everyday clothing. That should be everything you'll need clothing wise. Also bring your wands, though that goes without saying, Hermione you have indeed found out how to remove the trace correct?"

"Yes. Though you or Harry will have to do it as he's the best with wandless magic, and it be removed wandlessly for two reasons. First of all, because the moment Harry uses his wand to remove the trace, the ministry will get a notification and location of who, where, and when he used it. Second, because that is the safeguard on the wand to ensure that an under aged student can't remove it. It can't be taken off by wand. And the person must be at a certain power level, and Harry is, as far as I know, the strongest of us, and the most competent with wandless magic."

"Good. Then that is taken care of. Lastly. We ask that you either take, or get a copy of every book you can on offensive magic. Dark or light does not matter. We are training for War, not a dueling competition for first years."

"We won't have much in the way of dark magic. But the Longbottoms have an extensive library of battle magic, so that should suffice."

"I've already copied several from the Hogwarts restricted section.

"The Zabini's have an extensive collection of books. I'll be sure to copy them."

"I'll see what I can find in Daddy's study. He keeps the really dangerous stuff in there."

"Good. Harry and I will be bringing copies from the Black, Potter, and Greengrass libraries."

"Speaking of Greengrasses. I presume your parents have no idea where you are going, or what you are planning?"

"No Blaise. My parents are leaving on a duel assignment from the Unspeakables and shall be gone for most of the summer, to where I know not. They leave in a few days, three days after the wedding to be precise. We will be leaving the day after to start this adventure."

"If that is all. I'm rather hungry." Harry's words were punctuated by the growling of his stomach.

They left the room laughing as Harry and Daphne dispelled their charms and runes with a wave of their hand.

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They all enjoyed a nice dinner that night, laughing and learning about the other. Mocking their friends as Harry and Daphne watched Tracey's memory of Blaise and Hermione, Harry giving Hermione a rather pointed look. Her response a simple shrug of her shoulders and biting of her lower lip.

It was a tired, yet content Harry who climbed into bed with his Fiancé that night. And after a few hours of lovemaking, and even more tired and content Harry Potter who fell asleep with his lover asleep on his chest.

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Daphne was awoken by her covers suddenly being blown off her body and an inhuman scream that reverberated through her ears. Harry's scream.

She sat up quickly, adrenalin fully waking her, to see what the problem was. That problem being her fiancé on his hands and knees on the floor screaming. His eyes were wide open but unseeing as his magic went wild, causing a small whirlwind to form inside the room and random objects to levitate and others explode.

"Please! It was just food! Please! I'm hungry!"

His voice pierced through her heart as she realized what was occurring. A nightmare was plaguing Harry. Of one of the many times he was beaten for no reason. Only this time, fae magic was wreaking havoc and effecting him differently than his normal magic might've.

"Ple—" His scream was cut off a suddenly his left arm snapped in the exact place his uncle had broken it when he'd attempted to get food after a week locked in his 'room.' Next she watched in fearful terror as scars on his back began to suddenly reopen and bleed as he was beaten on top of the broken arm.

She ran towards him, straining slightly against his magic, before hers started reaching out for Harry. Beginning with containing his own magic, arm-like tendrils of blue magic pulling his emerald green magic back into Harry's body. Then slowly it began fixing his wounds, though many reopened or new ones began to bleed as it worked. She quickly moved forward, Harry now on his knees and leaning forward onto his arms, gasping for air as he bled.

She quickly pushed him back, straddling him as she sat in his lap, pulling his face up level with her own.

"Look at me Harry Potter! Look at me right now! Harry!"

She punctuated her command by leaning her head to touch his, her pouring her magic through the physical points they were touching.

She knew it was working as the fog in his eyes seemed to be clearing up some, tears leaking from his eyes as his voice, cracked and weary, escaped his lips. "Daph? Daphne!?" He finished with a scream, as if searching for her in some dark and abandoned building. "Daphne! Where are you!? Please… I need you…" it ended in a whisper as more tears began falling from his face that slowly began to droop in her hands to look at the ground in defeat.

"I'm right here Babe. Right here. Look at me. Come on, listen Harry. I'm right here." Tears began falling from her own eyes, internally grateful his magic had stopped tearing up his body. Her magic healing the last of the reopened wounds. She began kissing every bit of skin she could get too. Hearing, as much as feeling his heartbeat quickening and his breathing coming back to a normal rhythm.

Suddenly his arms were around her as we wept. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't let these nightmares get to me. But… I can't stop them… They keep coming. God why me?" His words broke her heart as he held her close, like the lifeline keeping him from plunging into the abyss. "I don't deserve you, you know. I'm not strong enough. You deserve someone who wakes you with breakfast. Not his screams."

It was now that she reared back with a glare to stare into his eyes. Her look causing him to realize he'd erred in his words. "Now you listen to me Mr. Harry James Potter. Fiancé to me, Daphne Anne Greengrass. You are most certainly worthy, Magic herself decided that. So you will not be doubting, and I'd better not here those words from your lips again. Or you will sleep alone on the couch for a year. Do you understand me?!"

Flinching in fear of sleeping on the couch alone after several wonderful nights in bed with her, he quickly apologized with a kiss. "It's not too late for breakfast. Stay in bed. I'm going to prepare you breakfast." Her objection was cut short by his fingers on her lips. "Please love. Just let me cook for you."

Knowing that cooking was somewhat of an escape for Harry, she nodded, laying back down into bed to await her breakfast. Grabbing their book of notes and plans for their escape to train to do some editing and adding. As well as find a way to keep these nightmares from her lover.

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He returned a half hour later with two plates, both piled high with bacon, hash, and eggs. After their transformation they found their bodies requiring more food than they normally ate. Her parents weren't sure if this was permanent. Or merely their bodies adjusting to having more magic, as well as slightly larger statures and such.

He climbed into bed after handing her both plates, pulling the covers up to their wastes after climbing in, the both of them leaning against the headrest of their bed as they began to enjoy their meal.

"If you don't mind. I would like to question my parents as to what happened, and see if we can find out what occurred and if there is some way to keep it from happening again."

He didn't meet her eyes as he stared down at his plate, one hand idly trailing on his left arm, along the scar from his uncle's punishment for trying to eat.

"Hey. Look at me love. Look at me. I know you don't like talking about it, and don't want people knowing. We'll tell my parents as little as possible. We'll just say you had a nightmare that affected you really bad, and your magic started recreating the wounds you'd received. We'll keep it simple and dumbed down so they know as little as possible about what dream. Just to see if they've an idea to keep it from happening again. Harry, it hurt me so much to see you in pain, all that fear you had. It was rolling off you in waves babe. It was awful."

With a deep sigh, he took her hand. You are more than welcome to Daph. But please do it while I'm not there. I'm going to run take a shower. We've got a big day today getting everything ready for the wedding tomorrow. Hermione, Blaise, Tracey, and Neville will be here by noon, along with their families to help get everything prepared. And for you, Tracey, and Hermione to try on dresses. So long as you're done talking to your parents by their arrival, and I'm not there. Go ahead."

Without waiting for her response, he left their bed, grabbing the plates and setting them on the table in the corner for the elves to take care of as he headed towards the bathroom to shower.

Making a quick decision, Daphne ran from the room, pulling on a robe as she ran. She quickly ran towards the tea room, where she knew both her parents, and Astoria would be having their breakfast.

"Mom, Dad, can I talk to you alone quickly?"

A moment later they were in the hall and Daphne was explaining the situation, and how Harry's dream had affected his body in real life, his own magic causing the harm.

"Well darling, the only guess I can give is that because of your stronger more virulent magic. Fae magic, in every studied case of it, and artifacts containing it is it's much more powerful and responsive. So I would infer, that because of this dream, I'm assuming was a very real experience for Harry. So when he was dreaming it seemed so real to him, that his magic responded to that and attempted to make it real. Thus injuring him however it had."

"I'd have to agree with your mother. The only solution I can think of, and this is just a temporary one until he can learn to control his dreams, or at least these nightmares better. Is for you, or someone else, to enter his mind and replace those memories temporarily for some other memory."

Nodding her thanks, she took off towards their room, waving in acknowledgement when her mother yelled down the hall to remind her it was only a temporary fix if it worked at all.

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She returned to her room, grateful when she still heard the sound of the shower running. Undressing quickly, she entered the bathroom quietly, opening the door to the shower and stepping inside. She turned to see Harry leaning against one wall of her shower, the water cascading down his body. His eyes squeezed tightly shut.

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He was interrupted from his thoughts as her arms slid around his waist, pulling him tight as she laid her head against his back for a moment. His right hand dropping to touch her arm, comforted by her presence.

He felt as she came around the front, kissing him softly on the lips before dropping to her knees, smiling to herself as she saw Harry smile softly, and move to lift her up. Knowing he'd make some comment about how she didn't need to, and he was fine.

But she wanted too, so she reached up and put one finger over his lips. "Sshh. Just experience my love."

By the time she returned her attention to her original goal, he was fully erect for her. Smiling she leaned forward to take him in her mouth. Intent on pleasuring her husband while she worked to make his nights easier.

He felt her trying to enter his mind as she pleasured him with her mouth, looking down to meet her eyes as she looked up, still focusing and working him with her mouth as her eyes and slight nudges to his mind asked him to let her in without having to force her way there.

Opening his mind to her, he allowed all his emotions to flow across the bond, the pleasure he was feeling currently, the fear he'd felt that morning, the love he felt for her all the time. But especially that morning when she'd pulled him from his nightmare and healed him. His angel that keeps him from the darkness.

She shuddered in pleasure once as all his feelings overwhelmed her momentarily. His own pleasure and love stimulating her as she sucked. Then she went to task. She wound through is mind, knowing every dark and dreary corner where his worst thoughts and memories lay. She slowly began replacing all of them with happy thoughts from moments with his friends, the nights they'd spent tangled in the other, joined as one, of her modeling for him her underwear. Taking her time to lovingly replace everything that haunted her love. She was only stopped at three memories. The first, when she came upon his memory of his mother's death, the second of his two battles with Voldemort, and finally of Sirius' death. He begged her to leave them be. He wanted to remember them. He needed to, to remember why he fought.

So she'd complied, caressing his mind lovingly as she stroked him lovingly from her knees. Then moved on to the next memory. Though the thoughts would still be there, especially if he concentrated upon them and searched for them. But they should no longer show up in his sleep, nor subconsciously affect his mood, actions, and thoughts.

She finished with the final memory as he reached his climax, focusing all her energy and concentration upon pleasuring Harry and bringing him to completion. It took short time after this to bring it. Smirking around his member as he tensed up, releasing his seed into her mouth which she promptly swallowed. Standing up and letting the warm water flow over her as Harry pulled her head to him, kissing her soundly before dropping to his knees, intent upon returning the favor.

Only for Daphne to pull him back up and kiss him again, her hand lowering to stroke him back to life before hopping up into Harry's arms, wrapping her legs about his waste as she reached behind her with a hand and guided him inside of her.

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They exited the shower an hour later, both sporting ear to ear smiles, hands clasped together as they walked out, Harry with a towel wrapped about his waste, his hair wet and dripping droplets down his neck and face. Daphne, with a towel wrapped around her upper torso, underneath her arms, and just above her, as Harry described it, 'shapely arse.'

They took their time dressing, admiring each other's bodies when they thought the other wasn't watching. Smirking when they caught the other, or knew they'd been caught. Daphne was halfway dressed, in bra, panties, and shorts when Harry's strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up, carrying her towards their bed.

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They exited their room two hours later both their outfits and hair perfect, only their smiles, and the light in their eyes giving away their earlier activities.

They were surprised to find that their friends and Daphne's parents had started without them. Decorations for their wedding already going up, with wedding planners rushing too and fro from the tea room where Daphne's mother was issuing commands using the notes her and Tracey had taken when talking with Daphne about the wedding.

Their wedding colors, bright cyan blue, orange, and navy blue popping up all around, a few bouquets of flowers for her to choose from sitting off to the side.

"Hey mom! Sorry we're late, we were ah…. Busy."

"I'm sure you were very… busy my dearest. You forgot to extend the silencing charms to the bathroom this morning. Luckily you must have moved 'business' into your bedroom as the noise stopped before the all the wedding planners and workers arrived. Only your friends, father, and I got the audio show." Her mother's wink finished the job as Daphne and Harry both blushed bright red.

"Found out we heard the show eh?" Tracey commented as she walked up carrying two different plates with various entrée's atop them to be tasted and chosen. "Glad you joined us boring people out here so we can have you two taste these and decide which ones you want."

Blushing even further at Tracey's comment, and knowing wink she sent their way. They obediently took a seat and began tasting the food that was brought to them, and Daphne picking the flower setup they were going to use.

The rest of the day they were never alone, and rarely left the tea room. Wedding planners and workers streaming in, along with their friends with different options they had to go through and agree on or pick. This taking the rest of the day and well into the night.

But Harry had to admit that it was well worth it in the end. Daphne was ecstatic about their wedding, and how perfect everything looked. Tomorrow was their big day. More Daphne's big day, Harry knew, but still theirs none-the-less.

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The wedding was perfect in Daphne's opinion. Everything had gone perfectly. When she'd walked down the aisle, Harry had stopped and stared. Mouth open, eyes glued to her own before taking their time to admire her, from head to toe. Then she was next to him, he dressed handsomely in his navy blue tux, with cyan blue tie and handkerchief, one solid orange inch thick strip on either arm near the wrist.

Next she was giving her vow, nearly crying after having heard Harry's and the promises he made. She happily noticed hers affected him the same as tears gathered in his eyes and he fought the urge to kiss her soundly, then and there.

He didn't have to wait long as they both soon had said the words, "I do." And then she Was in his arms. Lips locked, and tongues dancing between them to the applause of their audience.

Then they were gliding across the dance floor. The first dance begun as everyone was bewitched by their performance. Their grace was immeasurable, everyone totally surprised by how well they moved together.

Soon after Daphne was dancing with her father, tears in his eyes as he swirled her around the dance floor. So proud of his daughter, and happy for her, and how happy and content she was.

While she danced with her father, Harry was taking her mother for a dance. Since he was… lacking… in the parent, or parental figure area, Remus hadn't answered their invitation to the wedding they'd sent, he'd decided to take the quietly sniffling mother for a dance.

"Thank you Harry. You mean so much to her, and I know that you'll keep her safe and protected. More than probably anyone else other than Dumbledore, or ourselves could while she's both here and at school. So thank you."

"Please Lady Greengrass, It—"

"Please Harry. It's Annabelle, you're officially family now, both in the eyes of the law, and magic. So please, just Annabelle."

"Uh… right. Regardless, it is I who should be thanking you for have such a beautiful, strong, and loving daughter. I don't know what I'd be doing right now, probably locked away at home, had I not met her in that hallway and created this bond. It will forever be the best day of my life. And the day my life took a turn for the best. So thank you."

"How about we both agree that we are thankful to have the other in our life, and are thankful for all the other has done for them then hhmm?"

"Sounds perfect."

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Her dress, and his tux didn't stay on long after entering the Greengrass estate cottage, their getaway for the night and all of tomorrow. They'd agreed to waiting for their honeymoon till Voldemort's defeat.

Harry wandlessly casting silencing and locking charms, ensuring the silencing charms extended to the whole house. Tonight and into tomorrow they planned on making love throughout the whole house. In every room, no matter how small and cramped. And considering they were in a three bedroom two and a half house cottage. They had best get busy. They kissed and stripped their way through the house to the far side bed room. Their starting location.

Harry hungrily unclipped and slung her bright blue bra across the room, her panties soon to follow as she lavished his neck with kissed. Her having already removed all his clothing but hiss boxers. Which she promptly removed as he went to work on her breasts. His mouth moving sensually across her chest, inciting small moans as she tried to remove his boxers without pulling her breasts from his mouth and hand. Finally settling with vanishing them completely, smirking as Harry chuckled into her left breast as he felt his boxers just disappear midway down his thighs.

He soon went back to work, one hand kneading her firm and perky breasts as his mouth sought out her own. Kissing her passionately as he mentally asked her what position they would start in that night.

She answered his question when she fell back, pulling him atop her, their lips still locked, his hands leaving her breasts to catch them as they fell on the bed. She guided him in soon after their landing, wanting him inside her, and quickly.

Soon both were arching their backs in pleasure as they came together, their bond amping up the pleasure they experienced when pleasuring the other in any way.

She hardly let him rest as she pulled him off the bed, then guided him to the small closet in the room, turning around with a smile as she turned to face him, a challenge in her eyes as she pulled herself up by the bar hung across the closet, putting one foot on a shelf on either side of the small closet, opening herself fully to Harry as he was frozen in awe and lust as he saw her. One hand leaving its hold on the bar to seductively beckon him over. Without further ado he walked over, one hand helping immediately impale himself inside her as the other came around a gripped her shapely ass to provide some extra boost, the other hand soon joining after he was firmly planted to the hilt inside her. Her gasp of pleasure further hardening his member

"Harry, it's so… deep." She gasped, her hands dropping to hold him as she began vigorously sucking and nipping at his neck as he focused upon keeping her in the position she was in. Legs on the shelves and bouncing on him as his hands held, and kneaded her ass.

Daphne was the first to come this time, Harry far enough behind to send Daphne into a second orgasm as she clawed her hands down his back. Deciding internally, they would try this position again. Perhaps even tonight.

They paused long enough on their way towards the bathroom between their current room and the second regular bedroom to both take a special potion that Tracey and Hermione had made. A potion that increased energy, stamina, in the both of them.

The bathroom devolved into sex on the floor, Daphne once again on the bottom as Harry thrust between her legs which were wrapped about his waist.

They moved into the second room, Daphne starting that room out with a dance. Twirling about him, hands trailing like fire across his body as she moved about him. Suddenly she was right in front of him, dropping down at the waist and rubbing her ass on his manhood, standing up, only to lean back and wrap an arm around the back of his neck and grind her ass even slower and harder into his manhood, almost causing him to come there. She suddenly spun, pushing him back on the bed as she straddled him. Impaling herself upon him as she leaned back, exposing her heaving and bouncing breasts for him as he watched in awe, struggling to not cum before her. He was unsuccessful as he climaxed soon after she began grinding into her up and down on his stiff rod. Her smiling victoriously as she followed soon after screaming his name as she lifted one of his hands from her ass to knead her breasts, further amplifying her orgasm as he pinched her nipples. His other hand having automatically followed the other to her breasts.

The hallway to the kitchen was used with Daphne pressed face first into the wall, Harry shoving into her from behind.

Honey was used in the kitchen, Daphne pouring a little onto either of her nipples and letting Harry take his time to clean it all off with his mouth. Bringing her to small orgasm as he licked and played, on hand with two fingers buried inside her as his thumb stimulated her clit.

After catching her breath, she followed suit, pouring honey liberally over his ramrod stiff erection, taking joy in the flavor, and the sounds he made as she did her best work yet with her mouth. Causing him to cum in record time.

Counting both orgasms as enough she pulled him into the living room and into a comfortable lounge chair, straddling him with her knees to either side of him as they took another rest to have another potion. Both soon locked in a passionate kiss as searching hands from both frantically sought to get him inside her.

The stairway up to the master bedroom was spent in more oral pleasure. Taking turns laying on the stairs as the other sat between their legs, pleasuring them to completion with smiles on their faces.

They had to take nutrition potions along with the energy and stamina potion once reaching the top of the stairs to ensure they were replenishing all they were using as they continued their path of lovemaking into the master sweet.

Daphne was the first into the master bedroom, getting on the bed on all fours and looking over her shoulder as she beckoned her husband with her eyes, feeling liquid drip down her thighs in excitement of their lovemaking yet to come. He took a moment to turn and shut the door, a smile and giggle coming from Daphne as she noticed Harry's red back, lined with scratches from her nails, all the way down his back and neck, to his perfect ass and down his thighs.

He turned about with a small question in his eyes, dropping it when she shook her head. "It's nothing lover boy. Now come and continue on your quest to ensure we can't walk in the morning."

"As you wish my love." Harry spoke in a gravelly voice, moving forward quickly and lining himself up with her entrance.

"Also my love. Let's be a little more… rough from here on out. Not too much more, just a little." She grinned, sending a small list of what she'd like through their bond as he nodded and prepared to enter her.

He shoved his hard rod into her entrance followed swiftly after by his hand colliding with her left ass cheek. Leaving a little bit of a red mark as she shouted in pleaser, her high pitched voice hardening him even further within her. Harry feeling himself harden at her delightful little scream began ramming into her as his hand came back again to smack the same ass cheek. Her feeling him getting even harder, and bigger within her, causing her to scream even louder, the same effect occurring. Harry hardening and growing within her, any energy not replaced by the potions being returned by her voice as his other hand took a turn spanking her other ass cheek.

She came first this time, screaming in pleasure and ecstasy as he began slapping her ass faster, and ramming into her a little bit harder and faster, bringing her to a second, and then third orgasm before he came inside of her, laying on the bed to catch his breath after. Her rolling atop him with a gleam in her eyes as she began rubbing his rod. Bringing him swiftly, with help from the potion, to full mast again, impaling herself on him as she leaned over, working her ass up and down his rod as she kissed herself from his six pack, up his chest, his neck to his ear. Nibbling on is hungrily as she whispered in his ear.

"Since you did so well. I'll do all the work this time. Just enjoy the pleasure babe." She immediately began nibbling on his ear again, reveling in the deep gravelly moan that continually vibrated through his chest and throat. She'd already left several hickeys on his neck and chest, her breasts and neck looking very similar to him. Marked with bruises and love bites. But she was going to be adding several more as she sucked and nipped all over his neck and chest.

As she felt him reaching his climax she suddenly stopped moving, his eyes shooting open in confusion. Only to widen in awe and excitement as she spun around, still keeping him buried inside her and leaned over. Giving him a beautiful view of her ass moving up and down on his manhood, working him and quickly bringing him to completion.

They took another potion, sadly their last they had, and headed towards the large walk in closet for the master bedroom. Saving the bathroom for their showering off before bed.

"I have an idea for in here love. Trust me?"

"Completely"

He placed a levitation charm on her, her watching in confusion for only a moment before her eyes lit up with understanding. A sexy, seductive smile spreading across her face as she opened her legs, floating there in mid-air as Harry pulled her down, and right atop is stiff rod. Easily lifting her up and down on his manhood. Her breasts bouncing happily as she let her arms float in the air and just experienced this new feeling, her legs wrapped loosely around his waist to help keep her near him so he wasn't doing all the work. Her hair was spread out behind her, the charm affecting it as if they were in water. Spread out and floating behind her as she bounced up and down. Pleasure wracking both their bodies as the made love.

Their wedding night of passion and love-making ended in the shower. A slow and sensuous affair as the came together slowly. Taking their time to ensure pleasure for the other. Coming together in tandem as the warm water cascaded down their heaving and tired bodies.

They would sleep that night until three p.m. the next day. Smiles on their faces the whole night. Their dreams spent going over the entire night they'd spent locked in the ancient dance.

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