This in the actual story I'm going to write for it would have been a single chapter, although i guess that shows in the lack of reviews. But alas, we can only drown in the possibilities for aslogn as we keep our heads under the darkness.

Jon

Despite the compromising and indecently humiliating position Harry found himself in he could not help but think about the potion he had ingested earlier. It was almost blatantly obvious that it was the cause of both Romilda's…uncontrolled actions, and Daphne's conflicting emotions.

By all logic the potions should have left each other alone, they should have been able to run parallel with each other. He should be falling over his own feet to get to Romilda, and not be helpless in front of a Slytherin, who would love to main him. And from her words molest him.

Molest, Rape, The-Boy-Who-Got-Raped-By-A-Girl, although it sounded better then The-Boy-Who-Got-Raped-By-Another-Guy.

Harry's left eye twitched slightly as he began to thrash violently against the restraints, holding him vulnerable in front of Daphne. At the time it seemed like a good idea, it got Daphne off him and gave him a measure of control over the situation. Sadly, he had forgotten one important thing.

Daphne did not like it when she didn't get her way.

Her face was livid as a snarl broke from her lips; with a single arch of her hand she backhanded Harry hard across the face. He winced internally as her nails scrapped across his cheek.

Harry's mind was spinning as the painful sting in his jaw turned his attention away from the enchanted woman in front of him. Gingerly he tongued the side of his mouth, wincing as his tongue touched upon a slither of skin that he had bitten down on when she had hit him.

The coppery taste of his blood took his attention as it began to trickle out of the small wound. Absently he brushed his tongue over the wound, testing it once more. It was not to last for long as Daphne gently brushed her ginger tips over the minor flesh wounds on the side of Harry's face. Considering what she had done moments before it was a surprising gesture, although it shouldn't have been.

"Do you know why I feel like this?" she asked slowly.

Of course he knew, or at least he thought he knew. The potions mixed somehow. Luck wouldn't allow him to fall into an unhealthy obsession with someone. But the obsession as still there, so what did Luck do? It pushed the obsession out to whoever was near. Romilda touched him, Daphne touched him.

That brought another thought to his mind. Daphne had touched him a lot more then Romilda had done. Was it because part of her body was in the potion? Was the potion wearing off already? The most likely explanation in his mind was that Daphne prior had no feelings towards him except slight hostility.

"The potions…" he stated groggily.

The blood in his mouth was beginning to make him feel high. High off his own blood, it made him smile faintly, but it was still a smile. The smile promptly vanished as the thought of Daphne taking it the wrong way entered his mind. He had no want of her to strike him again. After all, she was a girl, and he was a guy. He was humiliated beyond any point he had ever been, but perhaps it was just the chauvinist inside him talking.

Focusing on Daphne's face for a moment he was relieved to find her face contorted into deep though, it meant she didn't see the smile and that other thoughts besides making him into her personal plaything were playing inside her mind.

"I'll make you a deal." She murmured hesitantly.

Her words caught his attention immediately. Deals were good; a deal meant that both parties received something according to their interest. In this case his interest was to stop her from having her way with his body. But then what would she get? Nothing came to mind that did not contradict his interest.

"What kind of deal?" he asked slowly.

The inside of the cheek Daphne had struck was on fire; even the air seemed to sting it. Talking simply made the wound open more and flood his mouth with slightly more blood. But the wound had begun to seal itself naturally; the small amount of blood that had clotted the wound slowly was breaking the flow of blood.

"I'll let you go under one condition." She murmured softly.

A single condition, one thing which he would have to promise her, give her. The one thing he wouldn't be able to control.

"Which is?" Harry asked unsurely, it was most likely a trick he reasoned, no self respecting Slytherin would turn down their own wants to make peace with another. Even with him choosing to be a Gryffindor he saw the merit in the Slytherin ways.

"A Sexual favour." She stated as if it was obvious.

'Access Denied!' thought Harry immediately at the 'S' word, but before he could verbally decline she continued.

"Not for a while of course, this way you have a chance that I won't take you up on it, when the potion wears off, I will be back to normal, and angry with you. As you can tell you get the better half on this deal."

He had to admit, when she said it that way it did seem like he was getting the better end of the stick. Once the potion had worn off she would be angry with him, but she wouldn't be sexually attracted. And if she still was, he would…If she was then he could do nothing but agree with whatever she wanted.

But it was still better then the present situation. She was offering him a choice, certain rape or an uncertain favour in the future. By then he may have been relieved of his virginity by someone who he had deep feelings for. Or he might even be dead, and get away with it that way. He didn't legally have to honour it either way. But he was not the kind of person to go back on a deal. Even if it was with Voldemort, he would not go back on his word. It was what separated him from Voldemort; Honour.

Well, Voldemort had honour to, but his honour was the kind that came with knowing he would win. An example of Voldemort's dark honour was when he gave Harry a chance to duel him. A big chance it was, the odds were against him. But he got away in the end. His honour was shown as well; it almost got him killed when he saved Cedric's body because a freaking echo asked him to, albeit the echoes did save his life.

"Well?" she snapped impatiently.

There was the Daphne he knew.

"I agree to your terms, In exchange for my…sanctity of body, you may have a favour from me at a later point in time."

His tongue felt weird as the words rolled off it, he had never before said anything remotely similar to the sentence. Adding to the clotting wound in his cheek and he felt perfectly uncomfortable with the situation, as much if not more so then he had previously when she had declared that because he wouldn't cooperate she'd consummate with him.

Harry blinked in surprise as Daphne's face took on a euphoric expression. He half expected her to 'sqee' in delight. In hindsight he should have expected it after the sound. Daphne flung herself at his body, wrapping her arms around his neck.

At first he expected another dose of pain, but as the second ticked on, all there was, was the comfort of someone hugging him. Despite the situation, Harry released a content sigh as Daphne's body heat warmed him up slightly.

Seconds turned to minutes as Daphne continued to be content with hugging him as he remained restrained like an animal. Slowly Harry clenched his fists, trying to keep the blood flowing. The longer he remained hanging in the air, the more uncomfortable he became. It was finally too much.

"Daphne, as much as I enjoy being hugged by you…These chains are starting to hurt- a lot." To show the truth in his statement he pulled against the chain's which amounted to the chains shifting only just.

Slowly, Daphne leaned backwards and removed her arms from around Harry's neck. Sparing the metal chains a small glance Daphne pouted before nodding slightly. With a casual wave of her wand the chains began to disintegrate from links in the walls.

Without the chains in place and holding him up Harry collapsed onto the ground. He winced as the slabs of stone underneath him rose up to meet his body. Luckily for him, Daphne was not about to let her future toy damage itself. Once again she entangled her arms around his body, only this time holding him up.

"I know you like touching me, but please control yourself." He joked weakly as he tried to find his footing. Once again however, his words were not taken the way he meant them sadly, Daphne stiffen slightly before stepping backwards and allowing Harry to stand alone.

As his eyes landed on her face he almost winced. Her eyes were staring coldly into his, he could almost feel the anger and hurt she was concealing.

"Fine, have it your way Potter." She coldly said as she turned away. For a moment he considered letting her walk away, that was until she continued. "I'll give the headmaster your regards." She stated calmly, gone was the frost coating her voice, it had melted into a lake.

'I forgot about him…'

Her words more then made up for the lack of hostility. With a quick tense check of his legs to check if they would co-operate he quickly moved after Daphne, his feet pounding on the ground sporadically as he rushed to stop her. Once he was upon her, he reached out and clasped her shoulder. Once again her body went rigid, and instead of brushing his hand off like he assumed she would, she stopped and turned around.

For a single moment he thought she was going to hit him, instinctively he closed his eyes. But the pain never came; instead a familiar pressure against his cheeks drew his eyes open again. Daphne's hand was cupping his cheek gently; she was smiling innocently as she started him in the eye. It was perhaps a bad choice on his part to follow her, he reasoned.

"Shall we make another deal?" she asked slowly as she trailed her fingers down his cheek to his jaw.

Another deal, yet another deal with the same person who gave him the rights to his own body, at least in this deal it would be less one sided, Harry reasoned as he tilted his head to his right. Daphne took it as curiosity and offered the deal.

"I won't tell anyone in the castle that you were here." She stated as if it was obvious.

And obvious it was, it wasn't what Harry wanted to know, he wanted to know what he would have to give her so that she would keep his presence silent. It seemed she knew what he wanted her to tell him as she gave her demand, something which annoyed Harry to no end.

"Three kisses." She said simply.

Harry started incredulously at her. He had thought at the very least she would want another 'favour' from him. He could live with three small kisses. She hadn't stated what kind of kisses, He could weasel his way out of it with just a few pecks on the cheek, he was sure.

Weasel, Weasley, Ginny Weasley, the name of his ex-girlfriend, the name of the girl he wanted. The name of the girl he broke up with to protect. The reason he did not want more then the basic physical contact with Daphne.

Daphne wasn't asking much with the deal, and for secrecies sake, He would have agreed anyway.

"Alright." He murmured softly, "Agreed."

With that out of the way he turned his back on Daphne, intent on getting back to the brewing room and informing Slughorn of the error in the potion.

Before he could make a single step a strong hand grabbed hold of his shoulder and spun him around. On reflex he closed his eyes, the moment they were closed something pressed against his mouth, in his surprise Harry did nothing as a moist tongue pried open his lips and gained entry to his mouth. Instinctively he tried to force it out with his tongue, but only managed to push against it.

It took Harry a few more moments to realise that Daphne's arms were entangled around his body again, and her mouth was firmly pressed against his own. At first he was going to pull away, but he did not even have to think to know that a moment before he gave her permission to kiss him. Even with the feeling for Ginny in his mind, he found himself returning the kiss, much to Daphne's delight.

After what seemed like an eternity Daphne finally broke from his lip's as the need for air became too great. Slowly his eyes opened until the world around him came into focus, in front of him Daphne looked pleased with herself, her cheeks were slightly flushed. Harry could only imagine what he looked like.

"That's one down." She said after a moment. It looked like she was contemplating something. But soon whatever she was thinking about left her as she gifted Harry with a superior smirk and turned away. Walking into the darkness most likely to complete her rounds of the dungeons, or perhaps even go to sleep.

Harry let out a shaking sigh as he turned around.

The worst was over, right?

Wrong.