A/N: I will apologize to those who didn't want Harry and Daphne to go far in terms of physicality, I have my reasons for making it go this far. But don't worry, this is as far as they go.
Sept 2nd 5:17 p.m.
Harry walked briskly down the corridor to Lupin's office. Some students were in the halls on their way to dinner, since it was a weekend dinner started at 5:30 p.m. instead of 5 p.m., Harry didn't mind that he was going to be a little late to dinner. Harry knocked on Lupin's door, "Come in. Ah, good evening Harry."
"Evening Professor, sorry I'm late. I was with Daphne, and we, I mean, I lost track of time." Harry said sitting in one of the chairs in front of the Professor's desk.
Lupin waved his hand in a brushing motion, "Don't worry about it Harry. Young love is always like that. If the day ever comes, and I have time to retell it, I'll tell you about my first relationship. Anyway, let's get to what you came here for." He said, taking out a folder with a decent amount of papers inside. "This contains the students and their past grades that I have chosen for you to work with for the first month." Lupin handed the folder to Harry. He looked through the papers. Harry saw some familiar names, Ron Weasley, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Ashley Walker, then he started seeing some names he didn't know, Alexander Cooper, and many other names. He then realized that some of these weren't even in his year. "Um, professor?" Harry said looking up from the papers.
"I know what you're going to say, yes, there are students from other years. I have talked to both Horace and the Headmaster, and they both say that you would be able to miss a few of your other classes. I personally believe that you are competent enough to both teach other students and keep up your grades." Lupin smiled at Harry.
"Thank you professor." Harry thought for a moment, "How often am I supposed to be teaching these students? I won't be able to do the same time every week, otherwise I would fall behind in particular classes."
"How and when you teach them is up to you. I would assume during the fifth year defense class that you could help students then. Unless I have an important lesson to teach, then it wouldn't matter." Lupin said to Harry. He opened a drawer to his desk and took out a small bowl filled with sweets. He took one and plopped it into his mouth, then offered one to Harry. Harry took one and put it in his mouth, making a face as he realized they were sour sweets.
"So as long as I help them with defense it can be whenever?" Harry asked. Lupin nodded. "Okay, I'll come up with something by the end of this week." Harry stood from his chair and shook Lupin's hand. Harry started for the door, opened it, and just before he left he turned to Lupin and said, "Professor?"
"Yes Harry?" He said, rummaging through some papers.
"Yesterday you started to say something about dating someone when you were around my age. If I may ask, who was it?" He said, looking at Lupin from across the room.
Lupin had a twinkle in his eye as he thought his past, a smile crept on to his lips. "Your mother, Lily."
"Thank you sir. I'd really like to hear about your time at Hogwarts and your relationship. You and Sirius are the only connections I have left to my parents." Harry said, with a bright smile on his face. Harry left Lupin's office, closing the door behind him, starting on his way to the Great Hall for dinner. Lupin sat in his office for another 10 minutes, still smiling from Harry's comment about wanting to hear about his time at Hogwarts. He never really shared much about his past with anyone, he was glad he could share it with Harry.
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Harry walked down the corridor and noticed a certain red-head he was meant to talk to later in the common room. Harry figured he should talk to him now because he didn't know how late he was going to be out. "Ron!" He shouted down the corridor to him. He turned around instantly to see Harry approaching him.
"Hi Harry, sorry about earlier by the lake. I didn't mean to find you guys." Ron replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's alright Ron, I don't blame you. You mentioned something you wanted to talk to me about?" Harry asked inquisitively.
"Oh yeah, um, so I like this girl right, but I'm not sure if she likes me back or how to even go about it." Ron said as they continued toward the Great Hall.
"Ah, Okay. One thing you need to get in your head, you will never know if a girl likes you or not until you ask her about it. Well, you could get lucky and she tells you beforehand, but from my experience I had to ask her. And just be yourself around her. Don't think about trying to be in a relationship with her right away, it will make you feel awkward, which in turn make you act awkward causing her to not see you for you. Just be her friend first and foremost. Ask her about her life and what she's interested in, but don't pester her with questions. Smile. That's a big one, smile constantly around her. It will subconsciously make her smile which sort of tricks her mind to make her feel happy around you. It's kind of like a jumpstart, but it's not meant to be like a spell or potion that causes false feelings toward a person. Does that help?" Harry said.
"Yes it does, thank you Harry. You know, you should visit the Burrow again sometime." Ron replied, slapping Harry on the back in a friendly gesture.
"I'd like that Ron, also who is this girl, if I may ask?" Harry asked with a smile.
"It'd be Lavender." Ron said. He left Harry at the entrance to the Great Hall as he went to sit with Dean and Seamus. Harry laughed in his head. I could see the two of them together. I hope it works out.
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5:57 p.m.
Hermione was sat at the Gryffindor table next to Ashley and across from Cormac, a sixth year Gryffindor. Hermione knew Cormac had an interest in her, but she was never one for 'total jocks' as Ashley had called him. He always tried to seem interested in whatever Hermione was reading at the time, but she always saw right through him as he wasn't the brightest. He must have thought that now she was in Gryffindor, he could have a better shot at getting to know her. She, on the other hand, did not care for getting to know him.
Harry walked into the Great Hall, and made his way to the Gryffindor table. He saw Hermione half way down the table and went to where she was sitting. "Hey Hermione, can I join you?" Hermione nodded, and made Ashley move down a bit more so Harry could squeeze between Hermione and another housemate that was next to her. Harry placed his knapsack on the ground and the folder next to his plate.
Hermione put down her book, "What's that Harry?"
"Oh just some stuff Professor Lupin gave to me for helping him teach." Harry wrinkled his nose, as he was putting some meat loaf and veggies onto his plate, "Although, I'm not really helping him teach, I'm more of a tutor. If that's what you would call it. I'm supposed to help certain students, which happen to be in different grades." He looked at Hermione, "Do you have any ideas that would be efficient for teaching them that doesn't involve me cutting a lot of classes to help them?"
"Hmm... Our schedules are identical right?" Harry nodded. "Okay," Hermione counted on her fingers,"Fridays, Sundays and Wednesday's are our Prefect duties, Mondays and Saturdays are your Quidditch practices, assuming you make the team and Angelina doesn't add any more. That leaves Tuesday and Thursdays. Since we have Astronomy on Tuesdays, I think, if the teachers allow it, you could make a group that the students could go to on Thursday nights after dinner."
"Thank you Hermione, you're brilliant." Harry gave her a side hug and continued eating his food. Hermione blushed at his comment, she knew she was smart, but it was nice to hear it from someone who she had a high respect for. Cormac noticed this and decided to butt in and change the topic.
"So Harry, I heard that the Gryffindor team is looking for a keeper, do you think you could get me on the team?" Cormac said, with a smug-ish face.
"Um, no, I'm not even on the team yet. Even if I was, Angelina is the Captain she decides who makes the team." Harry looked at Cormac over the brim of his glasses. God this guy is smug. Harry thought.
"Oh, sorry about that. I just thought since you made the Slytherin seeker in your first year and that you're the Boy-Who-Lived and all-" Cormac had started when Harry took off his glasses and dropped them on the table in an angry manner. He closed eyes, rubbing his temples and let out a heavy sigh.
"I swear to Merlin and Morgana, I will hex you if you ever call me that again." Harry said in a low voice. Normally Harry never got worked up about someone calling him the Boy-Who-Lived, but for some unknown reason, this time it really irritated him to the point where he verbally threatened him. Cormac had apologized and quickly got up from the table to sit with housemates from his year. "Sorry Hermione. I just don't feel like dealing with that. Stressful shit, you know."
"It's alright Harry," Hermione rubbed his shoulder, "he's a prat anyway. I'm actually glad he left, he's been staring at me the entire time. I don't think he even spoke to either of us, right Ash?"
"Right." Ashley took a forkful of her beef stew. "He's a right git. Did you hear what he did last year to Ginny Weasley?" Both Harry and Hermione shook their heads. "Oh, well," she was slightly taken aback that they didn't hear about quite a touchy subject, "Ginny made back-up chaser for Gryffindor, so Fred and George threw her a little party in their common room that night. Cormac apparently tried to force himself on to her. He got quite the beating from Fred and George when they walked out into the corridor searching for her."
"Oh, so that's why they had detention for three weeks straight with Snape." Harry clued in.
"Yeah. Everyone in Gryffindor was really upset to hear that Cormac only got one night's worth of detention." Ashley replied. While in Ravenclaw, she was the center for gossip. Anything and everything that happened in the castle always ended up being whispered to Ashley's ears.
"I've never liked Snape. He's a right git, he can't teach properly. From what Sirius has told me, he had an obsessive crush on my mother. I shudder every time I think about it." Harry did in fact, shudder. He looked over to Hermione once again, and saw she was disturbed by the topic of the conversation. "So, Hermione, I hear that you're pretty tough competition in Arithmancy and Runes. Looks like I will be fighting for that top spot in class." Harry grinned devilishly.
Hermione smiled back at him, "Oh, you wish Potter, I'm not one to boast, but I don't think you, a former Slytherin, could keep up with me." Hermione winked at him and went back to eating her food like nothing ever happened.
"Why you little..." Harry was flabbergasted. Not once in four years of knowing Hermione, had he ever heard her talk that way. "You're a cocky one aren't you." Harry was always one for friendly banter.
"No, that'd be you, I mean, come on. Look at you Potter. You defeated Voldemort, you've been pretty much playing quidditch since you got to Hogwarts, and you've got yourself a very attractive girlfriend. Of course you're cocky." Hermione said, all too nonchalantly, as if it was second nature to banter with Harry.
"What is this? The roast of Harry Potter?" All three of them laughed once Harry finished speaking. These three had always been able to relax but still have fun with friendly banter.
"So Harry, what was it like having to live with Draco for four years?" Ashley asked, always wanting to know more about both Harry and Draco. More of the former if Ashley had a say.
"Do you want a short version or a longer version?" Harry asked taking a sip of his drink.
"How about in between, I'd rather not hear a lot about Draco, but I would like to know what it was like living with that ferret." Hermione cut in.
Harry choked back a laugh, "Okay, well. It always stunk of hair care products in the showers. I swear there were enough chemicals in the air to knock someone out. Or even cause an explosion if someone lit a match." Harry laughed, and then continued on. "Other than that, it's not that bad. When he's in public he puts on a show of making him seem better than me and making fun of me or whatever, but that's not close to it at all. He's scared of me. He has been since the second year. On Sunday mornings he always made me coffee. I'm usually grumpy on Sunday mornings before having a coffee, he quickly caught on to that."
"You guys had coffee in your dorms?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah, it was very 'pimped out' if that's what you want to call it. Too luxurious for my taste thought. Anyway, Draco is not who he seems. This might sound surprising, but he is a nice guy. He actually talked to me about a potential relationship for him at the time. He asked for advice from me, which was odd, I had only been with Daphne for a few months. I gave him some pointers, and now the two are both crushing hard but nothing has happened, yet."
"Aww, I didn't know Draco was a softie." Hermione and Harry both laughed at Ashley's comment.
"Well, this is when I take my leave. I'll see you two in the common room later." Harry said finishing his drinking before getting up from his seat. Harry picked up his folder and put it in his knapsack. He slung his knapsack over his shoulder, raked his hand through his jet-black hair, making messier than it was before. He made his way over to the Slytherin table, finding Daphne sitting with Tracey and Blaise by the end closest to the back of the Great Hall by the doors. "Hey Daph," He kissed her cheek and then, sitting next to her, slid one hand into hers.
"What about me Potter? Don't I get a kiss hello?" Blaise had said to Harry jokingly.
"Sorry, I don't swing that way. There's loads of girls to choose from." Harry said, winking at him.
"You know which team I'm on. Why must you antagonize me with such a statement?" Blaise replied.
"Why not?"
"I have no retort. You win Potter." Blaise threw his hands up in defeat.
"Haha! Well Daph, shall we?" Harry said, rubbing his thumb against hers, then he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it. Daphne blushed at the display of affection. Blaise and Tracey made gagging noises, ruining the moment for the two.
"I believe we shall." She replied, glaring daggers at the two sitting across the table from her. Harry and Daphne rose from the table and left the Great Hall.
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8:27 p.m. - Fifth Floor, Hospital Wing
"Do you know where it is Harry? You seem lost." Daphne asked, somewhat nervously. Harry could tell she was hiding something, but what was it?
"Um. No, it's to the left of the statue of Boris the Be-something. Don't worry Daph, we have time. I won't take points if you're caught out past curfew." Harry turned with a crooked grin and winked at her. She smiled and looked down at her shoes, finding it hard to look Harry in the eye whenever he looked at her the way he did. "Ah here it is," Harry went up to the door and spoke the password, "Lavender breeze."
The door opened to reveal a large open room with stalls with toilets inside lined on the left wall, and a large swimming pool-like bathtub on the opposite side of the room. There was an abundance of bath taps along the back of the 'Pool-Tub', Harry deemed the name fit, for different coloured bath water, soaps, foams, etc... Along the side of the Pool-Tub there was a rack with clean towels and bath-robes. In the corners closest to the door, there were stalls to get changed in, just in case there were other prefects also in the bathroom.
Harry, still being a little nervous about being almost naked around other people, girls especially, looked at the stalls, and looked at Daphne, "We're bathing with our bathing suits on, right?"
Daphne grinned mischievously at Harry and simply shook her head. Harry gulped and flushed a bright fire red. "Come on, you'll have to get used to it at some point in the future. Don't worry, I won't make fun of you or make you do anything you don't want to. I promise." Daphne smiled, "Go on and get out of your robes, I won't look while you get in." She smacked him on the butt, something she has never done. Harry didn't know why, but it excited him.
Harry opened the stall and placed his partially open knapsack on the bench. Harry stripped down and placed his clothes in his bag, moving his bathing suit to make room. Harry took a deep breath and called out, "Okay Daph, I'm coming out."
"You go first Harry, I'll be out in a minute." Daphne said from another stall. Harry put a towel around his waist, opened the door and walked quicker than normal to the Pool-Tub. He took off the towel and got in, turned on the soap and foam taps so it wasn't easy to see what was underneath the water. Harry waited patiently for Daphne, for around a minute or so. "I have a towel on so you don't have to close your eyes Harry."
"Okay" Harry replied shakily, his heart rate rising as he heard the stall door creeked open. Daphne walked out with a white towel wrapped over her breasts, covering most of her body, going about half-way down her thigh. Harry was in awe. He thought she could not get anymore perfect. She was a short girl. She had nice, toned legs, she was shapely in all the right places, according to Harry of course, her breasts were perky, not small but also not big. She wasn't skinny like many of the girls Harry had noticed around Hogwarts, but he didn't mind, he loved her no matter what she looked like.
"Hey lover boy, eyes are up here." Daphne snapped her fingers and pointed to her eyes before she started laughing. Harry's blushed a light shade of pink.
"Oh sorry." He replied, hoping that the bubbles and foam were over to where Harry was sitting in the bath.
"I'm only teasing. You are allowed to look Harry, we are dating." Daphne said, finally reaching the side of the Pool-Tub. "Mind shutting your eyes for a quick second? I'm not quite ready to show you EVERYTHING." Daphne blushed a little, Of course I'm ready, but I know you're not. She thought.
"Er, uh, yeah, of-of course." Harry stammered as he closed his eyes, not peeking like some boys he knew would. He respected Daphne, he didn't want to impede on what she wanted. Daphne took off the towel and got in next to Harry.
"You can open them now." Harry heard Daphne, he opened his eyes and she was right next to him, surprising him a little. He was both expecting and not expecting her to do so. He was staring right into her eyes, unaware that they were both nude and in very close proximity to each other. Harry lifted a hand and placed it on her cheek, then leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. Daphne placed her hand on his chest, she felt that his heart was racing just as fast as hers. She giggled against his lips. Harry pulled back.
"What?" Harry asked confused.
"Nothing Harry. Truly. I just found it funny that you're as nervous as I am." Daphne looked into his eyes, but she couldn't hold his stare for long, otherwise she wouldn't be back in this world for another hour.
"Wait, you're nervous? The Ice Queen is nervous?" Harry laughed in a friendly manner. Daphne punched him lightly on the arm. "Ouch" Harry grasped his arm in feigned pain. "What was that for?"
"You know I don't like being called that. I'm not cold and heartless. You of all people should know that." Daphne crossed her arms over her chest, and put on a pouty face. God damn she looks so cute. Not to mention she knows how to get her way. Harry admired her.
"I'm sorry Daph, I'm sorry. I know you're not." Harry put an arm around Daphne, being careful where to place his hand. "I didn't mean it. I was just surprised that you're nervous. Honestly, if it wasn't for you being so cunning, and ambitious in the Ministry dealings, I swear the hat would've put you in Gryffindor. You're always so brave and courageous for pretty much everything." Harry gently grasped her left hand and lifted it up, kissing the back of her hand, then putting it back. "Forgive me?" Harry now had his puppy-face on.
"How could I say no to that face?" Daphne asked, trying hard not to grin, turning her head and kissing him just to the side of his lips. "Here, give me your hand." Daphne said, immediately skyrocketing both Harry's and her heart rate. Daphne took his hand, and placed it on her upper chest, placing her hand on top of his, "See? I'm nervous too." She said, not being able to look at Harry for a second or two, but she could feel his emerald eyes bore into her head. She lifted her eyes to his. Their gaze seemed to lock, Harry leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to hers, pulling back, he could feel her breath against his chin. She bit her lip, let out the slightest giggle, which sent Harry to the moon.
It only escalated from there. She leaned in this time, kissing him harder than he did previously. This time their lips staying locked, she snaked her arms around his neck. He moved his hand from her chest and placed them on her bare hips. Trying not to break from the kiss, Harry picked her up and set her on his legs, feeling how the warmth of her body. "Mmm," Harry pulled back, "Daph, I'm not ready to go all the way. Just so you know"
Daphne, not surprised by this, smiled at him, "I know. That's okay." She removed one hand from around his neck and placed it on his chest. She leaned back in, instead of kissing his lips, she started kissing his jaw and neck, her hand moving down his body. Wow. His chest feels a lot more toned without clothes. She finally reached his manhood, she lightly took a hold of it, being careful not to hurt Harry and begin to move her hand in a repeated motion. She stopped kissing for moment and leant in very close to Harry's ear. "I didn't know how big you were." She whispered seductively and giggled, resuming kissing his neck.
Harry slightly tensed when he felt her grasp him. He moaned from the pleasure. He was in a state of euphoria. He ran his hands up and down her back being careful not to touch somewhere she wouldn't want him to, or so he thought. He was slightly disappointed when she stopped kissing his neck. " For Merlin's sake, just grab my boob Harry." Daphne said as she laughed, she knew he wouldn't know what to do. But that's okay, she can work with him so he's more open.
Harry grabbed one of her breasts, massaging it, giving Daphne pleasure, causing her to moan. Harry then leaned in and started placing kisses on her jaw, then leading down to her neck and collarbone. The next 15 minutes were a blur of repeated kissing and grasping of certain body parts.
"Harry, sit on the edge." Daphne said, getting off his lap, sitting back down next to him.
"What, why?" Harry was sad that the snogging stopped.
"Because I said so." She grinned and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Harry complied with her request. Now that there were no more boundaries between the two, Harry stood right up out of the water and sat back down on the edge. Daphne gasped when he stood right up. Dear Merlin. Now that's a John Thomas if I've ever seen one. She re-focused, and got on her knees, placing her hands on his knees, looking him dead in the eyes. "You ready?"
"I think so, but it's getting late, so we should hurry." Harry said, looking at the paned glass, noticing it was very dark.
"Don't worry. I can handle that." That's the last thing Harry remembered clearly before his eyes glazed over from pure pleasure. He could remember how it felt, how her lips felt on his manhood, and how the release felt. The two sat in an embrace for a few minutes, not wanting to leave the warmth of each other's arms. "Daph, we should go."
"Alright fine." She said, standing up, about to get out of the Pool-Tub. "Dry me off?" She offered the towel to Harry.
"Certainly love." He replied, taking the towel. After Harry finished drying both himself and Daphne, he embraced Daphne, "Tonight was great Daph. Thank you." He kissed the top of her head.
"Anytime Harry." Daphne replied with a wink. The two went and got changed back into their robes. Harry checked the time, 9:36 p.m., "We should hurry if you want to get back before curfew." Daphne linked her arm through his as they left the bathroom. They smiled at each other, both of them knew what they wanted to say, but since it didn't need to be said, they shared a quick kiss and continued walking to the Slytherin Common Room to drop Daphne off.
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A/N: So this should be the last slow chapter. Next we have classes starting and more plot coming up! They're won't be any more chapters like these for a long time. At least that's how it looks. Please Read & Review! I hope the way I set some characters up will spike interest for some people. Can anyone guess who Draco is interested in? Also expect the next 2-3 chapters to be delayed. Thank you!
Alternate title: Bubbles & Foam, Harry gets Blown