AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this chapter takes place on the same day as the last one, just later on in the day. I was going to write more at the end of this chapter but honestly, I can just write what I was going to write in the next one. Let this one just be a simple piece of perfection to honour Daphne and Harry. I guess I have been teasing you guys and slightly sending you on a wild goose chase with the Harry/Daphne interactions, so here you go. Hope you like it! Also, if you'd like a song to listen to, I'd recommend the "Whatever you Like" cover by Anya Marina. ^_^


CHAPTER SEVEN: A NIGHT AT HONEYDUKES

Harry mused over meeting Blaise and Luna while with Daphne. Both of them had taken back their hands, but he could not push away the look Blaise had had on his face. It was dark, and it was like he had forgotten he was close to snogging Luna only seconds before. Harry looked up from his dinner in the Great Hall and saw Daphne sitting in between Pansy and Malfoy. Blaise sat on Pansy's other side and kept to himself. This was unlike him, and answered Harry's question on Blaise's true feelings for Daphne. Seeing that Malfoy was busy laughing with Theodore, Daphne excused herself subtly and left the hall.

Harry followed her into the Entrance Hall, and through the side door that led to the dungeons. Daphne went down a few steps and turned to Harry. He pressed against her, her back to the wall, and her hands moved from the railing around her to Harry's sides. Harry leant into her and kissed her slowly before she started kissing him back passionately, open mouthed. Harry put a hand up to cup her face and moved the hand to her hair. Her soft tongue flicked at his lips.

"Not here," she said, pulling away.

"The third floor then." Harry replied. Daphne lifted her eyebrows in masked confusion.

"There's a statue of a one eyed witch. Meet me there. Midnight." Harry whispered, and to Daphne's surprise, kissed her forehead gently before going up the stairs and back into the Entrance Hall.

IIIII

The rest of the evening went by furiously slow for Harry. He wondered if Daphne was as impatient as he was but he knew she was always collected and had a deep sense of control. He imagined her lying on her bed; her flaxen hair spread out on a pillow, and smiled to himself.

At ten to twelve, Harry gathered his invisibility cloak and wiped the Marauder's map clean before quietly leaving his dormitory. The common room was empty, and Harry left through the portrait hole with his cloak on, much to the confusion of the Fat Lady. He made his way down the North tower to the third floor.

He got to the statue of the one eyed witch and took out his map. After murmuring quietly, the map began to bleed ink, squirreling into dots and lines outlining the castle and its occupants. Harry saw Daphne's dot walking towards him and looked up.

To his surprise, Daphne arrived wearing a sheer, chiffon robe, similar to the one she had worn weeks ago in the Great Hall, though it was black in colour. The robe was short and had wide sleeves, revealing the soft skin on her arms and legs. Harry eyed her thighs hungrily before taking off his cloak. Daphne grinned.

"That must be useful," she said softly. Harry returned her grin and patted the statue's hump. Daphne lifted an eyebrow but Harry took out his wand and whispered, "Dissendium." The hump opened slowly to reveal a secret passageway. Daphne looked impressed.

"And where exactly are you planning to take me?" she asked.

"Somewhere you need to sweat to get sweets," he replied. Daphne slipped him a smile and made her way to the statue, her behind brushing against Harry's groin.

"I may need some help getting in," she said coyly. Harry grinned and lifted her up by her hips. Her robe swished in front of his face dangerously, and her soft flesh was exposed under the black chiffon. Harry bit his lip and Daphne put her legs into the hole of the rump, hoisting herself before giving him a last grin and bringing herself down slowly. Harry took a look around the corridor and eased himself into the statue after her, closing the witch's hump behind them.

They slid a short distance before landing on the soft ground. It was very dark and dirty, them being underground, and Harry panicked that Daphne would complain about the conditions and leave. She did not, however, and instead got up, making sure to rub her behind on Harry again.

She walked in front of him down the passage. They walked for an hour silently, both thinking about what they would do once they reached their destination. The passageway began to rise, and Harry told Daphne to climb up. She did as she was told, and Harry felt he was only inches away from biting into her soft skin. He restrained himself as Daphne sat on a mound of dirt as Harry reached her and lifted the trapdoor above them open.

Harry peeked up and saw the room was empty, and hoisted himself out of it before helping Daphne up. It was still dark, so Harry muttered "Lumos."

"Where are we?" Daphne asked, looking around curiously. Harry was surprised she was not covered in dirt and grime.

"Honeydukes' cellar," he grinned.

Daphne smirked. "And why exactly did-"

But she did not finish. Harry hurled himself at her and thrust his fingers in her white gold hair, tugging gently as his lips crushed onto hers. He was waiting for Daphne to push him away but she didn't. Her breath escaped her lips and trailed onto his neck and she grabbed his back with her dark nails, pulling him closer. She ran her hands up and down his sweater-clad chest and let her tongue explore his mouth, probing his teasingly. She moved one hand to his flannel pajama bottoms and moved it up his thigh to lightly grab his balls. She stroked the area underneath and Harry groaned into her mouth.

"I've been waiting for this for a while," Daphne cooed, pulling away from him. She ripped the black robe off of her and stood before him in eggplant coloured lingerie. Her breasts thrust out of her satin bra, her nipples dangerously close to being exposed. A flush crept on her chest and Harry's eyes trailed down to her soft stomach and little curve, to her narrow hips and matching dark purple panties. They were tiny, and Harry groaned.

"You're like a goddess," he blurted in awe. Daphne laughed softly. She turned and Harry admired her naturally arched back and her cheeks popping from her underwear. They were quite perky. He saw Daphne lean against an old desk, thrusting her behind in his face. She turned around to face him and unclasped her bra. The eggplant coloured satin fell to the floor and Harry's mouth watered at her perfect, tiny pink nipples. They were hard, and Harry longed to suck on them.

Harry watched Daphne spread open her legs. She was soaking through the satin. She slowly rolled her underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. She was hairless and completely naked, while Harry was still fully clothed. Daphne sat on top of the desk and her legs sprawled to her sides. Harry saw her cunt was bubblegum pink and glistening. Daphne put a finger on her clit and swirled it around lightly. She brought it down and thrust it in herself, closing her eyes. Then she opened them and brought the finger to her lips. Harry felt his cock throbbing through his pants.

Daphne got off the desk and walked towards him. She cupped her breasts and brought one close to her mouth. Harry watched in awe as she lowered her tongue on her nipple, wetting it, all while keeping her eyes on him.

She was now standing in front of Harry and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. She ran her hands down his naked chest, his nipples tingling at her touch. Then she got on her knees and lowered his pants.

Harry's cock sprung out of his pants and hit Daphne in the face lightly. She grinned and stroked it with a finger. Harry closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Daphne enveloping his cock into her mouth slowly, pushing it through her tight mouth. Harry moaned and he watched her take him deeper, sucking him while holding on to his thighs. Daphne pulled away and licked his balls one at a time, before sucking on them while wanking his shaft with her hand. She rubbed circles under his balls and Harry saw her spit lightly on his cock.

Daphne brought Harry's cock to her chest and slapped it around her breasts before shoving it back in her mouth and sucking harder. She cupped her breasts and jiggled them while her head bobbed up and down on Harry's cock. Harry reached down and clasped her nipples with his fingers, feeling how erect they were. Daphne moaned and sucked his head while still bobbing up and down, and kept sucking as he came into her mouth, only slowing down when Harry began to shake. Harry felt himself drain into her warm throat. Daphne pulled away.

"Sit down," she said, shining her teeth at him. Harry looked around and saw a large armchair. Wondering for a split second why it would be in a cellar, Harry sat down and watched Daphne lower herself on him teasingly. She finally sat down, and her cunt swallowed up his still hard cock. She rocked slowly, her hands shifting from Harry's shoulders to his hair. Harry licked her left nipple before sucking on it. Daphne mewled and Harry pulled down her chin to kiss her. His hands lay on her hips as she gyrated into him, before getting up slightly so she was on her feet on the armchair, moving up and down Harry quickly.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He watched Daphne's hair bounce as her breasts shook in his face, and he nipped at them playfully. Daphne moaned as Harry grabbed her breasts with force.

Daphne got off him, panting, and took his hand.

"Come here," she said softly. They both kneeled on the hard, dusty, cement floor, and Daphne turned her back on Harry. He fingered her, thrusting in and out of her maniacally, while she purred and slapped and jiggled her breasts. Harry grabbed her cheeks but Daphne grabbed his hips from behind her and pushed him into her. She let out a cry from the penetration and Harry slowly thrust in her while on his knees, his hands tracing circles on her nipples.

Daphne stretched her upper body down onto the floor, still on her knees, and Harry ran a hand up and down her back while thrusting into her and lightly rubbing her hard clit with a finger.

"Face me," he said quietly. Daphne was surprised but lay down on her back. Harry looked at her. Her breasts spilled out to either side of her body, and her chest heaved slightly. He spread her legs and inserted himself in her. He lay above her, putting an elbow by her head as he stared into her eyes while he thrust in her.

"Faster," she breathed, and Harry obeyed, pushing himself in her quickly, while wriggling her clit with his fingers. Daphne gasped, and Harry felt her body rise and shake as she started to climax. Harry clamped his mouth on her and she kissed him roughly, her hands pulling his hair painfully as he started to slap her clit. Daphne cried out at Harry's touch and came, her legs shivering. Harry grinned and pulled out of her slowly. He lay down beside her, his hand lightly pressed on her cunt. She was so hot and so wet.

Daphne moved her head to the right and looked at Harry. Her icy eyes gleamed and her lips parted in a grin.

"You know, your lips match-" Harry started but Daphne laughed and pushed his head playfully.

Her stomach growled. Harry grinned and pulled her up. He retrieved her robe, bra and underwear and placed them on her carefully. He clasped Daphne's bra and rolled her panties up her legs before putting her arms gently in the sleeves of her sheer robe. Daphne said nothing. No one had ever dressed her before.

Harry was less careful with his own clothing and jumped into his pajama pants before throwing his sweater over his head. He led Daphne to a set of stairs and they walked up. Opening the door, Daphne saw they were in fact, in Honeydukes. She grinned at the rows of different coloured sweets; she had a sweet tooth and was especially craving chocoballs and peppermint toads. As if reading her mind, Harry led took her hand and walked across the dark shop, leading her to a section full of chocolate and toffee. They helped themselves, bringing large scoops of the sweets into the white paper bags nearby, before going back to the cellar, grinning.

"Mmm," Daphne said, plopping a peppermint toad into her mouth. Harry grinned and heard tiny ribbit sounds. He put his hand on Daphne's stomach and felt like his hand was being pushed by tiny frogs.

Harry was lying on the cellar floor on his elbow while Daphne sat beside him, her legs bent and to the right. Daphne projected a light, minty scent. He assessed her figure, her snowy blonde locks, her arched, light brown eyebrows and her flushed, glowing skin.

"You're beautiful," he said, before he could stop himself. Daphne raised an eyebrow and grinned slowly. Harry distracted himself with the chocoballs nearby, and picked one up. He brought it to Daphne's lips. Daphne eyed him and took a bite of the sweet chocolate, and felt strawberry mousse and clotted cream infest her taste buds. She closed her eyes in bliss and moaned. Harry grinned and finished the other half.

"We should get back," Daphne said, licking her lips and tasting the chocolate seep into her mouth. Harry looked at his watch. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. He nodded and stood up, offering Daphne his hand. She accepted and after they had gathered the empty paper bags and Harry's cloak and map, lowered themselves through the trap door.

Daphne walked in front of Harry again. They didn't speak, but they did not need to. Harry felt like he had truly experienced a few hours of pure, unadultered bliss. After about an hour or so, the passageway began to rise again, indicating that the statue of the one eyed witch was nearby.

Harry thought of what they had done an hour ago and mused that they were already underneath the school again. Harry grabbed Daphne's arm and she spun around. He dropped his cloak and map and pushed her curls away. Harry sunk his lips into Daphne's, and the taste of chocolate, strawberry and mint intermingled pleasantly between them. Harry pulled Daphne closer by the waist and she left her hands on his arms.

Harry's fingers grazed Daphne's cunt through the satin fabric of her underwear. She was sticky and warm.

"You didn't think we were done yet, did you?" Harry asked quietly. He slowly untied the knot on Daphne's robe. Once again, her breasts thrust from her bra and Harry watched her bust protrude from her robe. He slipped it off her shoulders. Harry kneeled, pulling down her underwear slowly and kissing her lips and inner thighs.

Once her underwear was off, Harry took off his glasses and rubbed circles into her behind as he licked her cunt teasingly. He felt Daphne's body relax at his touch and he moved his fingers to her cunt. He stuck one in her gently and thrust it in and out very slowly, soaking his finger, and he licked her clit as if worshipping it. As he moved his tongue faster against her, Daphne moaned against him and Harry thrust another finger in her, moving them in and out and in circles while in her. His fingers went deeper and touched her inner wall and Daphne shook her body, thrusting her hips at Harry's face as he licked her clit furiously. Harry curled his fingers inside Daphne and a small moan escaped her.

Daphne laughed softly as she came, her eyes closed, thrusting her hips still. Harry grinned into her pussy and her knees weakened. She bit her lip and pulled Harry up. He stood in front of her and let her kiss him. She pulled away and licked her lips.

"Do I really taste that good?" she asked innocently. Harry grinned and nodded, licking her bottom lip. He replaced his glasses and picked up the things he had thrown in a fit of passion before checking the map. The corridor above them was clear. He pushed the hump of the witch statue from the inside and gave Daphne a boost. She hoisted herself out of the statue gracefully, and watched Harry come out. He threw the cloak over them.

Daphne grinned. "I should go," she said.

"What about the cloak-"

"I'll be fine," she said.

Harry nodded, and slipped it off the two of them. Daphne turned to walk away when Harry took her by the arm and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"You melted tonight," he said, looking into Daphne's light eyes, "like I knew you would."


A/N: IS IT HOT IN HERE OR...? Haha, definitely going to have another smutty scene soon, I have an idea for it :D Also, I was so tempted to have Daphne get ready for Harry and then accidentally meet Blaise in the common room instead but decided against it (didn't want to be stoned to death by y'all), haha. Keep up the reviews, I love getting them! :}