Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or make money off of them, I just write for fun and put them into strange situations

Written for the School of Prompts Challenge

2-1: Turquoise

As in the gown that Daphne wears to the 8th year Yule Dance

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Harry paced back and forth in his room, slightly nervous for the upcoming dance. Headmistress McGonagall had decided to have a Yule Ball every year as a celebration. This would be the first year without the Triwizard Tournament as the reason to host the ball.

Harry headed out of the Gryffindor common room and headed towards the great hall. He was actually impressed with the rebuilding of Hogwarts, it happened over the summer, even with magic to help, it was impressive considering the damage Hogwarts took during the attack. Although Hogwarts was still missing quite a few suits of armor and there were plenty of gaps where statues once stood guard.

Harry arrived near the entrance to the great hall and then walked off towards the side to meet up with Daphne. He wrung his hands paced back and forth while waiting, hoping he wouldn't forget the dance lessons Daphne had been giving him. He heard the sound of heels clicking loudly against the ground and turned around.

Harry suddenly forgot how to breathe, his draw dropped. His eyes roamed up and down her body, trying to take in everything about her. Her dress was a strapless turquoise dress that clung tightly to her body. The heart shaped cut at the top of the dress emphasized her cleavage. Across the top right of the dress, a trickle of snowflake crystals were attached to the dress, it lined the top of the dress, following the heart shaped bump into the dip before streaming down towards her left hip, flowing like a sash. The stream of snowflake crystals merged seamlessly with the skirt of the dress.

The skirt! Where the bodice had hugged her waist tightly and emphasized her shapely figure, the skirt showed off her smooth legs. A sideways high-low skirt, it flared out in tiered ruffles. It was two layers, a translucent turquoise on top, and a very pale silver blue on the bottom. Her left thigh was practically completely bare – the skirt ended just below the hip – and the skirt swirled and spiraled its way around her. It hid most of her right leg from view.

Harry's eyes continued to trail down. She wore ballroom dance heels, though they were done up in a Greek style that made her look like a goddess. The thin silvery straps wound their way halfway up her calves.

Daphne paused in front of Harry, relishing in the attention that Harry gave her. He looked up from admiring the dress. She had only put on a light layering of makeup, nothing too serious. She noticed that Harry had finished admiring the dress – and her body – and gave him a quick twirl, showing off hair.

Harry enjoyed the way that she had kept her hair mostly down. A few strands of hair from the side of her head had be clipped back and kept the rest of her out of her face. Her hair clip sparkled in the light, keeping with the snowflake theme from the front of her dress, the clip was made up of three large intricately designed snowflakes. The rest of her hair cascaded down her back to her shoulder blades, ending in gentle curls.

"You trying to catch flies with your mouth?"

Harry's jaw snapped closed. He blinked once. And then blinked again. His brain finally rebooted.

"You look... gorgeous." Wow, that doesn't actually describe her well enough. Harry tried desperately to come up with something else.

"I suppose you'll have to do for now." Daphne replied, a hint of aristocratic snobbishness in her voice. She reached up and readjusted his turquoise bow tie.

Harry gave a mock look of horror and hurt. "I'll only do for now? But I'm the bloody Man-who-conquered!" Harry couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the title. He could only guess what other hyphenated name the Daily Prophet would come up for him later.

"You do clean up rather nicely." Daphne replied honestly. She took a deep breath.

"You sure you are ready for this? I know you suggested it, but we could keep our relationship secret for a bit longer. Then you can avoid the press and all the angry witches."

"No I think it's still the right time to. We don't have to worry about Voldemort anymore. Besides, I won't be the only one dealing with irate people, think of all the boys who will be angry at you for claiming me?"

Harry groaned at the thought of that. Probably mostly Malfoy being a jealous prat about it.

"Besides," Daphne said, "I think we've tortured Malfoy enough with our pranks. He's not sure if we are really together or if we hate each other."

Harry smiled as some of the memories came up from classes this year. Headmistress McGonagall really tried to bring more house unity, and that meant a lot of projects required students from separate houses to work together. They used that to play a fantastic prank on Draco.

"Very well, if you are ready?" Harry offered his right arm to her. She stepped up and took it and they headed towards the door. Before they opened it, Daphne stopped Harry, taking a deep breath.

"Hey Harry, I just wanted to let you know that..." Daphne trailed off.

"That...?" Harry prodded.

"That I love you." Daphne stated.

Harry just gave her a broad smile at that and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, before whispering back in her ear, "I love you too."

With that they headed off into the Great Hall, slamming the doors open to get everyone's attention.

~==Turquoise==~

WC: 947

A/N: Have a super description of a dress. Also Turquoise is supposed to be symbolic of open communication and clarity of mind. So…. I don't know if I actually got that in here. So this introduces another scenario that I want to write about and that is Harry and Daphne playing mind games on Draco during their 8th year, after Draco gets all confused after spotting Harry and Daphne together 6th year.