As he climbed the stairs of the Burrow back to Ron's room Harry bumped into Ginny who'd just woken up herself. An uncomfortable feeling twisted in Harry's guts as he saw her dressed only in a pink dressing gown and a thin nightgown beneath it that clung to her body. 'She's Ron's sister' thought Harry 'And I'm with Daphne now.' But still a part of him, a dark little corner of his mind, growled with lust at Ginny's sexy body. This part of him concerned Harry and he shook his head as if to dislodge these thoughts from his mind. Luckily Ginny was still shaking the sleep out of her own head and didn't seem to notice Harry's reaction to her.
"Good morning Harry, merry Christmas." she smiled at him.
"Merry Christmas Ginny." said Harry, the dark part of his mind still howling at him as he attempted to lock it away. His attempts were nearly derailed completely when Fleur Delacour crossed the landing to the bathroom, her blonde hair flowing across her shoulders and wearing an extremely short silk nightie. Harry's eyes couldn't help but hover over Fleur's beautiful pale ass as she moved seductively through the bathroom door. Ginny gave him a knowing look and said "Careful Harry, you'll end up catching flies."
Harry's cheeks glowed red as he slowly closed his mouth that had been hanging open at the sight of Fleur. They went back down to the kitchen to have breakfast. As they sat at the table Harry could hear the rest of the house beginning to wake. There were creaks and groans of the stairs as the rest of the Weasley family came down to join them. The air was filled with with cheerful sounds and wishes of a happy christmas. Even with the crush of people in the kitchen, Harry found it one of the most pleasant and peaceful times he had experienced. Gifts were exchanged and laughs were had as the day progressed. Mrs Weasley chased everyone out of the kitchen so that she could focus on her final preparations for Christmas lunch.
However the peace of the day's celebrations were interrupted by a visit from the new Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour accompanied by Percy Weasley. His meeting with Harry did not go well for the Minister as Harry refused to endorse any of the Ministry's actions or the Minister himself. Scrimgeour left the Burrow in a foul mood, stalking away like the old lion he resembled with Percy bobbing along behind him like a fussy balloon.
The new few days seemed to pass in a blur for Harry. While he missed Daphne, he was struggling to keep his mind from wandering in the direction of Ginny and Fleur as both seemed to take some strange and possibly perverse delight in allowing Harry to catch them in various states of undress. The most shocking of these had been when he'd walked into the bathroom and had seen Fleur in the shower and the image of her naked body with the flow of water pouring over her burned itself into Harry's subconscious and replayed itself in his imagination several times. Fleur had apologised for "forgetting" to lock the bathroom door when she had gone in but the smile and wink she'd secretly aimed in Harry's direction as she said this put enough doubt in Harry's mind that she had forgotten anything.
To try and take his mind off the girls, Harry joined in with Fred and George's mocking of Ron and his relationship with Lavender. George had found the rather embarrassing necklace that Lavender had given Ron as a Christmas gift and Ron's two older brothers are rolled around as peels of laughter burst from them over and over again. Ron tried to brush the whole thing off as a joke in an attempt to not allow his brother's the knowledge that their jokes were getting to him but the twins were far too skilled in winding up their youngest brother and wound Ron up like a conductor leading an orchestra. As the group were laughing at Ron, a small tapping came at the window. Looking up, Harry saw a large tawny owl tapping against the pane with what looked to be a letter attached. He opened the window and removed it from the owl's leg, the owl hooted in the thanks and flew away before Harry could say anything. He turned the letter over in his hand was was surprised to see it was addressed to him. Tearing the envelope open, Harry accidently let the contents fall through his fingers and onto the floor next to Fred who picked it up.
"Woah!" exclaimed Fred, his eyes bulging out of his head as he stared in awe at the thing that had fallen from Harry's letter. "I think Harry's girlfriend has yours beat in the Christmas gifts Won-Won."
Harry was confused by this, now he had chance to look it was clear that the thing Fred held was a photo but he couldn't understand why Fred would think this a good gift. Before he could pluck it from Fred's grasp, George beat him to it.
"Bloody hell Harry. You are one lucky bastard!" said George, his facial expression matching his twin's precisely.
"What? What is it? Let me see." said Ron, reaching for the photo.
"Sorry little bro," said George "This might be too much for you."
Harry had had enough of this and using his reflexes and skills learned as a quidditch seeker he deftly snatched the photo from George's outstretched hand. Turning the photo over he was shocked to see that it was a picture of Daphne. She was dressed only in very sexy white underwear and was writhing around on a large bed. In the corner of the picture was a simple message; To Harry, Happy Sexmas, Love D xxxx
"Wow! George is right, you are a lucky bastard." said Ron as he peered over Harry's shoulder at the picture. Harry was about to turn and say something unkind to Ron, but a little tinkling of pride stopped him. Looking at the picture and the jealous responses of the Weasley brothers, he did feel like a lucky bastard. He looked down at the picture of Daphne who was now rubbing her breasts and mouthing sexy moans and Harry could barely wait until they were due to return to Hogwarts so that he could see her and make her moan for real. Harry put the photo away as Ron was still peaking over his shoulder for a second look. Ron made a disappointed noise but didn't push the issue as he'd already begun planning on how to get some pictures of his own. Fred and George resumed making jokes and ribbing both Harry and Ron but there was a subtle shift in the balance of power in the room as all three Weasley's were still in awe of Harry's girlfriend.
Daphne lay in her bed with the sheets pulled over her head. She had managed to restrain the heavy sobs that had flowed from her after she had been forced to take a number of risqué pictures, one of which she had been forced to send to Harry and the others had been gathered up by the hooded Death Eater her parents had let into their home to take the pictures. She hated to think of what he would be doing with those pictures or who he might pass them on to. She wanted to get up and scrub herself raw in the shower but something kept her hidden in her bedroom. Perhaps it was the shame of what she had done or the shame of what she was still to do. It could even be the way her parents looked at her now. They had seemed different over the summer and they had cornered her prior to her return to Hogwarts about the Dark Lord's plan and how she was to be his instrument of revenge against Harry Potter and how she and her family would be well rewarded for their participation.
She recalled the Death Eater who had taken the pictures. She hadn't seen his face but she had heard his voice and how it his words had been spoken as though he was salivating with lust. He had made her parents stand in the room as he took the pictures. At one point Daphne's mother's face had twitched in a way that suggested she was going to say something to stop this horrible act but a few whispered words from the Death Eater that Daphne couldn't hear had some how calmed her mother and both her parents remained impassive and silence as statues as the camera flashed repeatedly and Daphne posed in more and more lewd ways.
She rolled over and for some reason the thought of Harry floated through her mind. The feeling of his hands gently caressing her, his lips kissing at her skin. She tried to shake the thoughts of Harry from her mind but for some reason she could not shed the image of him. She knew the Dark Lord had a plan and she was His chosen one. It had all seemed so simple when it had first been explained to her in summer but now everything was a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings. Tears of frustration began to burn at the corners of her eyes. She screwed her eyes tight and tried to block out everything but the thought of Harry's touch floated into her head like dust motes on the wind.
The return to Hogwarts was a swift one. The Ministry had agreed to allow connections to the Floo network to allow students to return quickly to school rather than needing them to travel via the Hogwarts Express. Harry, Ginny and Ron met up with Hermione outside the Gryffindor common room. Harry noticed that Ron was attempting to get back on good terms with Hermione but her attitude towards him remained frosty. Hermione provided Harry with details for his next private lesson with Dumbledore for which Harry thanked her. Harry tried to steer the conversation to Malfoy and his plans but Hermione shut down any attempt by Harry at speculating.
As they entered the common room there was a high pitched scream. Harry's first instinct was to pull out his wand to fend off an attack until he realised that it was Lavender screaming "Won-Won". Ron blushed at her response to seeing him and deftly steered the girl away from his friends and to a more secluded corner of the room. Ginny went off to find Dean which left Harry and Hermione who sat at a table and Harry told her about his encounter with the Minister for Magic during the Christmas break.
As much as Harry was happy to see his friend, he was itching to go and find Daphne. Hermione could see Harry was keen to head out and she smirked at his discomfort as he was trying to come up with a way to leave but didn't want to offend her. Taking pity on her friend, Hermione said "Well, I need to make sure I've got all my homework up to date before term starts again tomorrow. Will you be ok on your own, Harry?"
Relief seemed to pour off of Harry like steam. He stood up to see Hermione off towards the girl's dorm before he headed to the portrait hole to head back out into the castle. Once he'd gotten out into the corridor, he pulled out his invisibility cloak and pulling it over himself he headed down to the main hall. He walked quietly, forcing himself to not break into a run, he began to think about how he was supposed to actually get to speak to Daphne. He knew she'd likely be in the Slytherin common room and he knew how to get down there but he had no idea how to get her to come out and see him. Lucky as he turned the corner from the main hall he saw her standing with a group of other girls. They stood around gossiping and laughing and Harry stood and admired Daphne's smile and the way she laughed. Ducking into an empty classroom, he pulled the invisibility cloak off and stuffed it in his bag and then walked back out to the hall. Standing across the way he managed to catch her eye and Daphne smiled to see him. Waving goodbye to her friends she walked across to him and planted a deep kiss on his lips.
"Hello lover, did you like your Christmas gift?" she whispered to him.
"I loved it," replied Harry with a grin "Just wish I'd gotten you something."
"Oh, I think there's something you can give me." she said as her hand rubbed suggestively at Harry's crotch.
Harry's smile became wider and this and pulled her close to him around the corner. Once out of sight of everyone, Harry pulled out his invisibility cloak and threw it over the pair of them. Daphne gasped at this at this surprise but turned to Harry and realising they were out of sight of prying eyes, kissed him deeply as her hand slid into Harry's trousers. She gripped Harry's cock and she smiled as she felt it swelling in her hand. She moaned softly as Harry pulled her closer to him and felt his body crush against her. A single word escaped her lips; bed.
Harry pushed open the door of an empty classroom and moved them both inside. Using his wand, he locked the door behind them and transfigured one of the desks into a large bed. Pushing Daphne down on to the bed, he deftly pulled her panties from her body in a swift motion. The shock of this move drew a gasp from Daphne's lips before she began to moan as Harry's fingers began to play over her sensitive area. Before she could say anything, Harry had dropped down between her legs and she suddenly felt a strange pressure on her clit. Looking down she saw Harry tongue was beginning to explore her pussy. Daphne could do nothing but throw her head back and moan in delight as Harry's tongue and fingers probed and traverse across her pussy.
"Oh Harry! Yes! Yes! That feels soooo good!" she cried as she ran her hands through his hair.
Daphne couldn't believe the feelings she was experiencing as Harry manipulated her private area. Harry's only goal was to make his girlfriend feel as good as she possibly could. He was indefatigable in his efforts and Daphne could do nothing but lay back and let him indulge his wonderful skills and harvest the joy he was eager to give to her. She closed her eyes and began to buck her hips in time with Harry's movements, each lick from his masterful tongue drawing fresh gasps and moans from her lips. She felt as though she were floating on luxurious clouds of bliss and never wanted this to stop. Everything she had been worried or confused by seemed to fall away from her as though she was being unbound from chains. She felt herself becoming lighter the closer she got to cuming. She forgot about the plan or the instructions she'd been given. All she wanted was to cum and Harry was determined to make sure that happened. Harry relished the taste of Daphne's pussy and was keen to devour it. His face and fingers were slick with her juice and she was screaming in pleasure at his every movement. He could feel her body stiffen around him and she screamed out to the heavens as a gush of liquid sprayed from her quivering pussy and across Harry's surprised face.
Daphne lay there gasping for air. She had never experienced anything like the orgasm that had just torn through her body. It felt like every part of her was on fire with delight and her mind was in beautiful pieces as she tried to regain her wits. She blinked and looked up to see Harry standing over her. She did not know where the strength in her arms had come from as they shot forward of their own accord and pulled him towards her. She kissed him greedily and deep, tasting her own juices on Harry's lips. She needed to give Harry the pleasure that he had given her. She desperately pulled at his trousers, frenziedly trying to get at his cock. Freeing it from it's cloth prison, Daphne gave a cry of exultation as she aimed it at her pussy and pulled Harry deep inside of her.
"Make love to me Harry," she gasped as Harry began to thrust into her "I need you, I need you so badly."
Harry needed little encouragement and began to slam his full length into Daphne. She wrapped her legs around him and braced her back against the bed to better push back against him. Their bodies entwined as each tried to pull the other closer. Daphne felt a second orgasm rising within her and this one threatened to be even more powerful than the first. She hissed, an animalistic sound pushing out from between her teeth. The feeling of Harry's cock as it drove into her over and over was her whole world. Nothing mattered but that wondrous instrument smashing repeatedly into her, driving her wild with a frenzied desire. She could feel Harry's hot breath on her neck, his panting becoming more pronounced as he got closer and closer to cumming. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled his head so that his ear was close to her mouth.
"Let it go, Harry." she whispered to him "Shoot your load deep inside me."
Harry could hold back no longer and with a cry of relief he exploded within her. His cock pulsing as he felt like he was firing his entire life into her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them spent. Daphne peppered Harry's face with gentle kisses as he sucked air back into his empty lungs. Daphne looked up into his eyes smiling, but seeing him smiling back at her while she was feeling so open and vulnerable pushed her over the edge. Tears began to pour from her eyes and Harry looked at her with a confused expression.
"Daphne, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked his face a mask of concern.
This showing of worry for her brought forth further tears from Daphne. How could Harry be caring? Her confusion at this and her feelings for Harry felt like she was being torn apart. She rolled away from him in a flood of tears. She felt Harry's arms close around her and she felt the care and warmth there. She wanted nothing more than to melt into those arms and never leave their protection. But she had to be honest with Harry. There was no other way for them to continue. She turned over and looked Harry deep in the eyes.
"Harry, I need to tell you something. Something terrible." she whispered to him.
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
"Whatever you have to tell me can't be that bad." he smiled at her, little knowing what she was about to tell him.