And I'm back following a hectic finals week. Sorry it took so long. I also was putting it off due to lack of ideas. Though, to the reviewer who gave me the idea of muggle movie date, you are awesome, and I send you virtual hugs.

Back to our favorite Gryffindor and Slytherin couple. Ayyyy.

For the sake of my own sanity, I need to say this. If you do not like the story, then don't fucking read it. And if you don't have any positive notes or helpful feedback to make about it, then keep your opinions to yourself. This is a gag-story I write for fun without compensation. If you're looking for serious, you're in the wrong place. Honestly, why i even subject myself to this astounds me.

Chapter 6: All the Fluff

Harry's summer had started normally, with the usual shenanigans he got into with his dogfather and uncle starting in earnest literally the second he stepped off the Hogwarts Express. Usually, this meant Remus or Sirius blasting him with Super-Soakers. They'd developed a keen fondness for the devices since they'd seen an add for them on one of their anime DVDs. Sirius had a pool built in their basement over the course of the school year specifically to have more of an excuse to use them, though the two men were apparently comfortable enough with the devices to use them in public as grown men. The saying rings true: aging is mandatory, but growing up is optional.

That had been a few weeks ago, and Harry was currently rather nervous. Now, why is our lovably awkward hero nervous you may be asking? The reason is rather simple. He was taking Daphne on a movie date for a double feature. First they were seeing the Pokemon Movie, which was something Harry had gotten into with guardians over the Christmas break while they were out buying models. Sirius and Remus were tagging along, considering they loved the show as much as Harry did, though they'd assured him they would sit elsewhere so as not to disturb their child on his big date. So here Harry was, about to introduce his betrothed to both muggle culture and the fact he was a nerd. He'd at least tried to dress normally, though he couldn't help himself from wearing a black T-shirt with an Eevee on it to the movie, though he topped it off with a light fashionable jacket and jeans, so he still managed to look rather decent, in his humble opinion. He was hopeful she wouldn't judge him too harshly, though she was prone to acts of irrationality sometimes, so he wasn't entirely sure. His negative thinking was interrupted by the fireplace crackling suddenly, before the prim and aristocratic form of Daphne Greengrass shot out of the Floo network. Harry couldn't help but blush when he saw her. She wore a snug fitting shirt that somewhat emphasized her feminine features along with a skirt that displayed her tone legs for him to see. She had a pair of nice looking sunglasses on her head, which was in the usual twintail style. She regarded him a moment, before her brows knit in confusion upon reading his shirt.

"Beloved? What is this...Poke-mon? And what is the name of this...strangely cute creature?" She asked in a confused but curious manner, before moving over to greet him.

Harry gulped, before he decided to answer as vaguely as he could. "It's a show I watchwith Sirius and Remus. It's from you mother's homeland actually. It's about animals that have these cool powers and people train them to compete in battles with." He noted that she seemed somewhat interested, but was confused by a lot of what he said.

"These...creatures have powers? So they are like magical animals then? And are they as cute as the one of your shirt?" She asked, trying to gather information about one of her beloved's interests.

"Not all of them. The one on my shirt is an Eevee. It can transform into a few different forms, but he's my favorite. One of the movies we are going to see is apart of this series. I hope that is okay?" His voice took on a somewhat insecure tone at the end, causing Daphne to sigh.

"Beloved, please do no be so foolish. You are introducing me to muggle culture and something dear to you. That means I shall endeavor to enjoy it as well, because it makes you happy." She hugged him tightly, before pulling away. Harry couldn't help but beam at his betrothed, who became slightly flustered at his joy. "S-stop looking at us with such joy. It was no trouble."

Harry just shook his head at Daphne being Daphne, before he took her hand, and led her out the door to hail a taxi. After all, it wouldn't do at all to be late for their first muggle date.

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Harry sat baffled, as he looked at the newest potions professor, one Horace Slughorn. Apparently, the man ran an exclusive club called the Slug Club, which was some attempt to cultivate connections to further the ambitions of the next generation of successful individuals. Harry, despite now being aware of his status as the heir of House Potter and Black, was still very uncomfortable in a formal party setting. Luckily, Daphne was with him, and she was performing what she called the "duties of the Lady Potter". He felt it was somewhat of a sexist statement, but when he raised that point to her, she had this to say:

"This just means I'm pulling the strings here, beloved."

harry laughed but gently reminded her that she didn't have to merely be the Lady of House Potter. She could do whatever she wished, because she was his partner, not his property. This prompted Daphne to hug him tightly and thank him for once again being unlike others in their world, who would have taken advantage of the situation and turned her into a trophy wife. Still, they were quite the pair at the Slug Club, though they were certainly not the only shining stars of the party. Arien and Fleur were there, as were Zabini and his girlfriend Tracey. Daphne had inadvertently forced him to converse with Arien and Blaise when she went off with Fleur and Tracey, leaving him with the two older boys.

"Potter."

"Zabini."

"Carstair-Delacour." At Arien's odd statement, both Harry and Blaise looked at him oddly. Arien just shrugged. "What? I didn't want to be left out of the tense greetings."

"Is he always this weird, Zabini?" Harry asked before he could help it.

"No. He's usually much worse. He uses Legillimency to talk to his pets, specifically in front of Muggleborns."

"To intimidate them?"

"God no. He just likes to mess with them. Or he did, until Fleur transfigured him into a weasel again, forcing him to hang out with his pets as contemporaries for a few hours."

"Great, Blaise. Just tell Potter all of the embarrassing things my wife does to me." Harry watched the back and forth between the two friends, amused by their antics. He was about to jump in when he felt someone clap him on the shoulder. Harry turned, finding it was Neville who was behind him.

"Neville! Did Lisa ditch you as well?" Harry greeted then ribbed his friend playfully. Neville raised a brow, before pointing to where the groups' better halves were. Apparently the boys all been ditched, probably so the girls could talk about them.

About fifteen minutes passed where the four of them idly chatted about the school year and Quidditch, before the playful debate over who's team had better chances at the Quidditch Cup was interrupted by Professor Slughorn himself.

"Harry, my boy, this charming fourth year wanted to speak with you, so I offered to introduce you two." Horace spoke jovially, gesturing to the giggling mess of a girl beside him. "May I introduce Romilda Vane-" He was cut off by the rather aggressive arrival of Daphne, who had a sickly sweet smile on her face with her eyes completely closed and an aura of death around her. "Erm, Miss Greengrass, can I help you? I was introducing Miss Vane here-"

"To my betrothed, yes, I noticed." Daphne answered, her voice echoing the sickly sweetness that her smile radiated, with just a smidge of impending doom lurking underneath.

Horace and Romilda clearly hadn't expected to hear that, with both of them going white as a sheet. Horace because he'd committed a grave faux pas and Vane because betrothals were serious business, meaning Harry was off the market for good.

"Er, betrothed?" Horace asked nervously, hoping she had simply been joking.

"Oh yes, very much so. My beloved and I were betrothed by our grandparents, though we are quite happy together." Daphne's steely blue gaze cut to Romilda, eyeing the brunette like a falcon would a mouse. "He even took me on a date to a muggle movie theater." Daphne's stoic visage shifted into a vicious smirk, knowing that a pureblood like Vane would be aghast at the idea of being taken on a Muggle date, as if that somehow trumped the fact they were effectively married already. Both Horace and Romilda realized they'd overstayed their welcome, before they quietly excused themselves and trudged off dejectedly. Daphne eyed them disdainfully for a few moments longer, before she turned to Harry with a dazzling smile.

"Uh, hi Daph..." Harry stated dumbly, though he was a bit flattered over the protectiveness his betrothed displayed over him.

"Greetings, beloved. I apologize for my actions. I had overheard that girl bragging to her friends earlier in the evening about 'bagging Harry Potter'. As such, it was my firm duty to display that you are mine as much as I am yours." She explained simply, before reaching over to caress his face, rubbing Harry's cheek with her thumb. He let out a noise of contentment. "Had she merely wished to be your friend, I need not have involved myself."

"I admit, it's nice having a beautiful girl be protective of me. Before Hogwarts, I didn't really have anyone who'd be defensive of me or even want to be associated with me." Harry admitted sadly, placing a hand over Daphne's on his cheek. He saw her eye twitch in annoyance, though he could tell it wasn't at him.

"Beloved, merely say the word and I will destroy these insolent muggles that dared to make you feel such sadness. They shall rue the day they were conceived in their squalor mudshacks-MMPH!" As amusing as Daphne's rants were, Harry decided it was better to cut her off with a kiss before she got descriptive with her threats. She flailed her her free arm a bit in exasperation, and her eyes widened a bit, before they fluttered closed and she hugged him tightly. A few moments later, he pulled away before resting his forehead against hers, feeling the soft texture of her blonde bangs against his scar. He thought he heard Blaise and Arien snickering in amusement, but he didn't care. All he could focus on was Daphne.

"As much as I enjoy hearing you threaten my enemies with bodily harm and irreparable maiming, we are at a fancy dinner party. The exact types of events you tell me to be more involved in, my love."

Her face was still flushed red, but she puffed out her cheeks at his gentle admonishment.

"Apologies, beloved, you are correct. We must forge some connections, or else us suffering the presence of that walrus was all for naught." She paused, before turning briefly to squeal into her hands, as she often did when he managed to overwhelm her. She coughed, before leading him across the room to talk to various people.

As the night went on, he made a lot of new acquaintances, though he was shocked to see Daphne's sister with Colin Creevey. Given how Astoria was snuggled contently into Colin's shoulder, Harry reckoned they had been dating for a while. Shaking his head, he could only muse if the rest of the parties would be this weird.

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"My beloved is going to win this game for Gryffindor." Daphne stated calmly to her fellow onlookers. Currently, Daphne was sitting with Tracey, Fleur, Lisa, and Su, watching the end of year Quidditch cup match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Daphne was currently wearing one of Harry's jerseys, while Fleur wore one of Arien's. Tracey and Blaise were making plots to sell Arien's school quidditch gear to his fans, while Su and Lisa just chatted animatedly with Neville about the likelihood of Malfoy catching a bludger in the face, with the two Ravenclaws actually doing calculations on parchment. Neither girl was particularly fond the blonde rat, as he had spent the majority of their school years tormenting their respective boyfriends. So naturally, any chance to observe him in pain was taken with great enthusiasm.

Daphne sent another glare at Fleur, who was bragging about how Arien was about to go fulltime for the Vratsa Vultures to anyone who would listen to her.

"Professor, perhaps you should be more concerned on this game, as it your husband's more imminent concern." Daphne said coolly, not taking her eyes off of Harry, who had almost made Malfoy smack into a wall with some feints. She watched as Arien, who'd once again been made captain of their house team, screamed at Malfoy for playing poorly. They both flew off, trying to clinch a victory for their team. Much to Daphne's annoyance on her beloved's behalf, Harry had to catch the snitch soon, or else his team was going to lose. Arien had pounded home fundamentals this season, and it was showing off. They'd won against every other house team with a significant margin, even with Malfoy's abysmal stats for the season. So despite the valiant efforts of Harry and his team, it didn't look like they were going to win since it was 290 to 140. Suddenly, Daphne saw Harry shoot off into the stands, zipping like a maniac between the support beams, until he flew very close to the ground. He did a few corkscrews before he leapt from his broom and tumbled on the ground, causing Daphne's breath to hitch a moment. She heard the announcer yell something, before Harry stood up, snitch in hand. He'd tied it up!

Or so she'd thought, until she saw that Arien had slotted home another goal in the confusion, putting the final score at 300-290, with Slytherin's lead. She watched as Harry seemed to become sad, before she saw Arien fly down to the pitch, and over to Harry. She watched the older boy immediately pull her betrothed into a hug, before clapping him on the back, and raising their hands to the crowd in a show of sportsmanship. The crowd ate it up, before Madame Hooch flew down and hugged both boys, before casting a Sonorous spell.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. There you have it. The winner of the Quidditch Cup is Slytherin, though that might have been the most intense and close match I've seen in the past decade!" The declaration got loud cheers from the Snakes, before they settled down. Arien gave a speech since it was his last game at Hogwarts, and thanked everyone who'd supported him, particularly his wife Fleur and his brother Blaise. Daphne watched as Fleur blushed crimson, before hiding her face with her pets, though the snake resting on the weasel only looked mildly annoyed. She stood up, before making her way down to where she would meet Harry, ready to console him over the loss. She weaved through the stands, until she found herself outside the locker room. She idly hummed for about 10 minutes, before Harry walked out tiredly, though his eyes lit up when he saw Daphne and what she was wearing.

"Daph, have I ever mentioned how good you look in one of my jerseys?" He teased lightly, before pulling her tightly into a hug.

"L-Let me go, you fool! I did not say you may touch me with your dirty hands!" Despite her words, she hugged him tightly, taking in the smell of his shampoo on his wet hair. "You played well, beloved."

"Yeah, well, Slytherin is fucked next year. They won't have a professional chaser to carry their asses to the finals." He muttered with annoyance, though she could feel the tension leaving as he stroked her hair tenderly, placing a kiss on her temple periodically.

"You know, beloved, there was a scout from Puddlemere United who was specifically watching you. He asked me before the game started if you were interested in trying out for their team. I told him that, as your agent, I would run the offer by you." Her words got an amused grin out of Harry, before he kissed her lightly. She hummed into it, before she pulled away. "And why, pray tell, did you feel you could kiss me?"

Harry's grin only widened, before he released her and took her hand, before they walked off to the castle.

"Well, come now. I have to pay my 'agent' somehow, don't I?"

At seeing his easygoing smile, she laid her head on his shoulder as they walked.

"Yes, dear, I suppose you do."

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To be continued...

Despite what you may believe, no I didn't abandon this. I was just struggling to finish it between my other story ideas and stuff. Not to mention games keep distracting me.

At any rate, more sugarly fluff for your enjoyment.

Until next time,

Raizen out.