I don't like people who put a story on alert and do not review, Hint hint. Am I subtle or what? And it was...Daphne Greengrass!

As Harry stared up t the ceiling, the foot steps of the girl rose in their decibel level, until they stopped near his feet. But Harry remained silent, he in his mind was wondering how the potion had failed so horribly. And lead to the current situation. Sadly, it seemed the Slytherin wasn't going to let him drift to his idle thoughts. Neither would she miss an opportunity to mock him.

"Imagine that, famous Harry Potter can't defend himself against a fifteen year old girl, yet he could at the age of one survive certain death."

Her casual tone annoyed him for then her remarks did. Biting back a retort Harry settled for a simple thank you and good bye.

"Thank you for saving me Daphne." He murmured sincerely. She HAD saved him from being molested when she could have just watched him suffer at Romilda's mercy. With that Harry tried to sit up straight, and managed-for a second, until a foot slammed into his ribcage and knocked him back onto the ground.

"I insist you call me Miss Greengrass." She hissed out in contempt.

A grimace of pain appeared on his face as he was brutally slammed against the ground. As he waited for the throbbing to past, Daphne began to move again, stepping around his body casually, coming to a stop beside his head. Sapphire's stared down into emeralds.

Daphne Greengrass was a sort of an enigma to Harry. Though he would never publicly admit it Daphne since he had met her attracted him like a moth to a fly. Although it wasn't saying much, He had met her on the Hogwarts express at the end of his sixth year. For some odd reason both Hermione and Ron had been asked to attend a prefect meeting where they were to discuss some crap which Harry could care less about.

Almost all the compartments had been filled, except one. Which contained a single girl, and Harry being Harry made a mistake right off the bat. Instead of knocking, he just stood just outside the door, and stared into the compartment at her.

Although he had his reasons, Daphne was a stunning girl truth be told, a cascade of sun kissed blonde hair ending at her shoulders, her hair was matched perfectly by her eyes, to Harry they seemed to be a pair of sapphires, or at least the colour deceived him into thinking so. Adding to that her flawless skin and enchanting voice, you had a girl men would kill to have.

But as always there was a catch.

Daphne was the epitome of everything Slytherin, No, from what Harry could tell she wasn't a 'blood purist'. But she was as cunning as they came, coupled with a whip like tongue; she had made many a man whimper with a casual insult.

He would have never paid her any attention at all, but that changed when a single person broke his views.

Draco Malfoy.

He hadn't wanted to kill Dumbledore; he was doing it out of love for his mother. Harry wasn't so sure about his father, but the love was there for his mother. If he, the 'prince' of the Slytherin's could experience such an emotion as love, the rest of the house couldn't be all bad.

With those thoughts in his mind he had raised his hand to the door and knocked on the soft wood frame. The sound drew Daphne's attention quickly away from the book she was reading. At first she was confused, but almost instantly afterwards a flash of anger passed through her eyes, it was quickly hidden away.

With that he slid open the door and tried his luck with the Slytherin Sixth year.

"Err-Sorry to disturb you Daphne, but could I share with you?" he asked uncertainly.

Distrust shown in her eyes despite her best efforts to hide it, she had every right to be suspicious. He had never voluntarily talked to a Slytherin unless it was needed, and yet there he was, asking to remain in the company of one after his 'mentor' had died.

"Why?" was her simple question to Harry, it may have been simple, but it was something which held a high

Harry's eyes widened slightly in surprise, he had expected a flat out 'No'. Daphne took this as a sign of a joke, a classic sign, and the perpetrator unsure of what to do, when it occurred they usually froze up. Or at least that was what she had noticed people doing when the kind of situation arose.

He quickly regained his composure.

"Most of the other compartments are full." He said as a half truth.

Half the carriages were full. The other half were filled with people he did not want to see, they would be in awe of him and stared. He had no wish to speak to most of the old D.A member's either. As far as he was concerned they had abandoned Hogwarts in it's time of need.

He would have sat with Neville, but it was almost certain that he would be in the same compartment as Ginny and Luna, talking about the recent events...Something Harry had no intention of talking about.

She had remained silent for a few minutes, staring into his eyes as if gauging his intentions. The longer it went on the more uncomfortable he began to feel, until he couldn't take it any longer and opened his mouth to excuse himself.

"You may." She addressed Harry neutrally.

Her words brought yet another loss of composure to the green eyed boy. All the while the right corner of her mouth twitched upwards slightly before flattening out. It was then that Harry came to a realisation.

"You love putting me off balance don't you?" He asked Daphne as he slid into the compartment, shaking his head.

They had spoken easily for an hour, before Ron and Hermione decided that it was time for them to leave the prefect meeting and find Harry. Things had quickly deteriorated. Harry had been about to formally introduce them, sadly Ron had realised there was a Slytherin opposite Harry and scowled, automatically shooting off an insult to her before grabbing Harry by the arm and pulling him out of the compartment. Not giving him a moment to apologise to Daphne or see the look of rage that appeared on her face.

"Sorry Miss Daphne." Wrong thing to say.

Daphne's foot collided with Harry's side, causing him to roll over in pain.

He had no idea why he had said it; the words had escaped his mouth before he could stop them. A wince escaped him as the pain flared for a moment before dying off. He wanted to apologise for Ron's behaviour, not give her a reason to turn him into her personal Punching bag.

Beside him Daphne kneeled down elegantly, resting upon the backs of her ankles.

"I was wrong about you Harry." She murmured gently as she reached towards his face with her left hand and gently caressed his cheek, only to draw back and backhand him after a few moments of silence, granting her yet another wince from Harry.

"I thought you were a nice boy, when you politely asked me if you could sit with me…" her voice was casual, but the look in her eyes hinted away from such a hopeful thing, it was steeled with malice.

"You held a good conversation too." She murmured almost wistfully.

For her to consider him a good conversationalist, it said a lot about the other Slytherin's, as to say, nothing at all. Daphne's hand was back on his cheek, gently stroking the burning skin and it continued to do so while both she and Harry stayed relatively still. The first out of two elected to be that way and the latter out of fear of her hitting him again.

"And then your two little friends turned up and insulted me, I had assumed you would at the very least apologise for his words. But you left without saying a thing."

Before Daphne could hurt him again Harry delivered his reason for his lack of manners on the fateful train ride.

"I was going to! But Ron pulled me out, you saw that!" he tried to argue against Daphne.

But it was all but in vain, Daphne was enjoying her little torture time as much as she could, she would have nothing cut it short.

"You've had an ample amount of time to apologise." She snapped angrily, he could just see that she was itching to hit him again.

Yet another wince escaped him as he realised how bad it seemed the way she said it. Yes he hadn't talked to her since, but he had things to do! Like learn how to kill an extremely over skilled Dark Lord who had dogged his foot steps ever since he entered the wizarding world.

Harry scowled lightly at his wince, she wasn't even hitting him and he was dong it, next a mere glance would send him reeling.

"Harry?" she murmured innocently, too innocently to be from Daphne. But he answered None the less.

"Yes?"

"Why wasn't I informed that you would be at Hogwarts?" the innocence remained, but Harry could see past it, it wasn't hard when the person wasn't more then a foot away and was staring down at you in the same way you would find a particularly spoiled child, realising that they had found something good, and were prepared to use it to it's very ends.

"Why would you?" he asked curiously, attempting to sway her from her thoughts.

"Because Harry, as head girl I need to know these things." She said sweetly, revealing her ivory white teeth in a dazzling smile. Whatever attempts at hiding the simple fact that he wasn't suppose to be there disappeared as he blanched. The head girl and head boy were as well informed as the teachers, or in other words, if something unusual occurred then they also knew about it. And having a should-be-student in the castle was one of those events, especially Harry Potter. He would have snorted, but Daphne would hurt him again.

"So, Harry, why don't you tell me why you are here, how your little fan girl managed to get you in such a…compromising position, and of course, why I shouldn't tell Asper Strigis that you are here." Her voice was sickly sweet, she was mimicking Umbridge's disgusting tone, yet somehow she made it work. Perhaps it was because she wasn't a hag?

Harry scowled deeply and remained silent, that is until Daphne managed to coax the answers out of him with a innocent string of words, which made Harry's scowl deepen. Right now there was nothing innocent about her.

"I'll go tell the Headmaster now then, shall I?"

Harry quickly shook his head from side to side.

"No!" he said forcefully, louder then he had meant to.

"I-Only one other person knows that I'm here and why I'm here…Can I trust you?"

A quick nod of Daphne's head indicated that she thought of herself as trustworthy. Far be it from Harry to make another doubt themselves, even after they had Physically abused him more in the last few minutes then all of Hogwarts combined in the last few years.

"I am making a potion-Don't laugh!"

At the mention of Him making a potion Daphne cracked up laughing, almost falling onto backwards as she roared with laughter. After a while of the almost painful laughing, Daphne turned her eyes back to Harry's and saw a cold glare directed at her.

"Holy hell! You're being serious?" she exclaimed surprised.

Her only response was an even colder glare, filled with enough loathing to make the back of her neck prickle slightly.

"As I was saying, I and Professor Slughorn have been making a potion for the past three weeks. Romilda was able to…get me into that situation because she tried to make me ingest a love potion."

Daphne to her credit was holding in her laughter, when even Harry could see the hilarity of the idea.

"She tried to switch the love potion she invented-"

"She invented?" Daphne repeated incredulously, sparing a look at Romilda's Magic encased form. Through the web surrounding her, Daphne could make out a few emotions in her eyes, none which most would prefer to be on the receiving end of.

"She used a switching spell to trade the potions, but didn't get the amount right. She switched about half the content in the test tube I was drinking at the last moment."

Daphne was no potions genius, but she was no slouch either.

"What school was the potion you made from?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably next to Daphne, avoiding looking at her face. She however would have none of it.

"Answer me." She hissed angrily, plotting if her suspicions were correct.

"It was a Supplementary." Harry admitted to her.

"That stupid bitc…" Daphne trailed off annoyed, sparing a withering glance to Romilda's bound form. When her eyes turned back to Harry's form, they had an emotion Harry had yet to see her express towards him; Concern.

"The result…I'm not even sure of it, Romilda's eyes were glazed over with the same colour as her option, which makes me think that the love potion reacted with her and caused her inhibitions to disappear. It would explain her actions."

"That still doesn't explain how she was able to shackle you and disable your arms effectively." Daphne pointed out obviously.

Harry shifted uncomfortably on the ground.

"I…can't access my magic for some reason, when she tried to hug me or at least that is what I think she was trying to do. I pushed her off me, Jumped back, tried to disarm her non-verbally, it didn't work. I then tried to stun her…that didn't work either."

Daphne's mind was reeling at the information. Harry was effectively a Muggle. For how long, it was unsure. Just as the Slytherin part of Daphne's mind kicked into gear, harry noticed the glint in her eyes, which from what he had seen over the past few eyars from his friends didn't mean anything good was going to happen to him.

"Moving on…Because I have a great smile?" Harry deadpanned.

He really didn't have any reason which he could give to Daphne to sway her away from the idea of telling Asper Strigis that he was in the school. Or thinking up things which she could do to him and receive no realiation.

But things were looking up; she expressed concern for his health, Right?

I wonder what happens next.