Under the Mask
Lady Highschoolnerd
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Chapter 6: Gaining
He stared incredulously at the figure. The Ice Queen of Ravenclaw? THE all-time bookworm and unofficial hottest girl of his year? The one girl that all the boys were after for her stunning looks and perfect body? She even got grades higher than Hermione and that was a feat itself. He simply stared when her face came into view. After all, who wouldn't like the sweet, but cold girl with large royal blue eyes that overwhelmed her face completed with full pink lips and thick, long, luscious brown hair so dark it seemed black.
The said girl gave a beautiful, tinkling laughter. "Remember me?" she asked.
Harry could only do the imitation of a gold fish. She just looked on amusingly.
When he finally found his voice, he croaked two words, "Daphne Greengrass?"
"Yep, who else?" she replied with a refulgent smile.
He racked his brain for any information he had about her. She was currently the 6th year female perfect for Ravenclaw. A naturally studious girl who, it was rumored, to have stayed in the library from the time class ended to the curfew time. It was said that she usually kept to herself, but was always aware of what was going on. The last time somebody had mocked and teased her about her studying habit and invited her to stay in his bed instead, that person spent the next month in the hospital wing, unconsious from a concussion, a bruised private, a broken wrist, and a few fractured ribs. Ever since that particular, none of the boys dared to approach her, seeing how they finally learned their lesson. She was a beauty beyond their reach and hope.
Unfortunately for Hermione, Daphne was also the one most likely to make Head Girl next year. As he thought of the possible canidates he had as the mysterious person, she seemed to fit. She walked and moved with grace that could rival Professor Snape's, and she never had any trouble carrying all those heavy tomes of books she frequently read from. She was a pureblood from a family that could trace their family tree back to before the founder were around. Her family had asocial standing that rivaled the Malfoys. She was the oldest child of the family, and as pureblood tradition, she had to uphold the family's honor and prestige through not only acidemics but also the traditional tournaments and sports. Namely fencing, dancing, dueling, and in some cases, politics. He visibly grimaced as he thought of all the times he spent on those particular arts. The bruises, sore feet, brain overload, and just utter exhuastion he had underwent with Draco's family was in no way fun, but he knew they would prove their worth someday.
Daphne coughed politely to bring him from his thoughts.
Harry swiftly went down on one knee and kissed her knuckles. He then gave a breathtaking smile and said "It's a pleasure and honor to finally meet you, madam." He silently thanked Merlin when the pureblood eloquent lesson that were drilled into his head finally took over.
She gave a small curtsey in return. "I wish to talk further with you," she continued on, "but at a disclosed and safer location, please follow me."
She walked into a connected hallway and faced the nearest suit of armor. She tapped it twice and whispered a few choice words as the armor disappeared from view as a dark passage loomed ahead.
"Come along, this is simply a secret passage to one of the unused classrooms I have protected myself. There's anti-eavesdropping, privacy, notice-me-not, and silencing charms, among some other lesser known spells." She beckoned for him to follow.
Harry stood still before the passageway, not budging an inch. "I will only follow you if you swear an oath not to harm me," he said adamantly.
Daphne nodded in agreement and understanding. "Smart and cautious," she remarked.
"I, Daphne Alexandria Emeria Greengrass, of the Greengrass, Black, and Fari families swear on my body and magic, not to harm or hurt Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form, should he not attempt to do so in return."
He accepted and then proceeded to follow her through the passage. When he reached the doors at the end of the passage and Daphne opened them, he gasped.
As he marveled at the elegance and the impressive architecture of the place, his mind was finally able to process where he was. When he did, he quickly spun around to face Daphne and almost lost his balance on the smooth, slippery floor.
He knew this place. He was standing in the Founder's Chambers.
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