*Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I'm not making money off of this story.*
*Warning: there is a brief lemon in this chapter. From now on, this story is going to be rated M. Please keep reading and enjoying this story, and remember to keep posting reviews.*
The next day, Harry got up really early to talk to Professor Dumbledore. He woke up at about 6 o'clock in the morning, and gotten dressed. He quickly headed through the empty hallways of the school, trying to avoid the ghosts and the annoying poltergeist Peeves. He was unsuccessful however, since he ran into Peeves on the Fifth Floor. "Oh lookee. It's potty, potty Potter. What are you doing in the earliest of this morning?" Peeves asked Harry in his annoying mocking voice. "Shove off Peeves. I need to see Professor Dumbledore." Harry told Peeves in an irritated voice. From out of nowhere, Peeves threw a water balloon at Harry, and laughed at him obnoxiously. Harry pulled out his wand, and quickly pointed it at Peeves, after dodging the water balloon. "What are you going to do with that Potty?" Peeves asked mockingly. Harry simply casted "Skurge" at the poltergeist, and that spell instantly scared Peeves off.
Harry put his wand back into his robe pocket, and continued heading to Professor Dumbledore's Office. When he got to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's Office, he saw Professor Dumbledore getting ready to leave. "Professor Dumbledore. May I talk to you really quick?" Harry called out to the Headmaster. Dumbledore turned around to see who called out to him, and then walked towards Harry. "I must be going to the Ministry of Magic soon Harry, so if you can make it quick, then that would be extraordinary." Dumbledore told him with his deep voice. Harry did make it extremely quick, as he asked Dumbledore "Can I give the position of Prefect to my friend Ron Weasley, starting next term?" Professor Dumbledore looked at Harry in confusion and shock. "Why would you want to give up the position of Prefect, Mr. Potter?" he asked Harry. Harry replied with haste "It's just that I have an extremely busy schedule this year. Between classes, homework, Quidditch practices and matches, and Prefect Duty, I'm on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion." Professor Dumbledore nodded at Harry, then turned to walk away.
"Turn your badge in to Professor McGonagall at the end of term. I'll tell her that Mr. Weasley will be replacing you as the male Gryffindor Prefect. Have a good day, Mr. Potter." Professor Dumbledore told Harry. Harry smiled at the leaving Professor Dumbledore, and headed towards breakfast in the Great Hall. He had a great breakfast consisting of: sunny-side eggs, bacon, pancakes and orange juice. It was a half an hour before the other students came down for breakfast, and Harry was on his third plate of food by the time Ron, Hermione and Daphne came and sat by him. "Where were you this morning?" Ron asked Harry, while piling copious amounts of food on his plate. "I had to talk to Professor Dumbledore this morning. I can't tell you what we were talking about, because it's a surprise for later." Harry told them all. They all looked at him with utter confusion on their faces, but didn't push the issue further, because they knew he would keep telling them the same thing.
It took everyone except Harry and Ron who were still eating, at least ten minutes to eat, then they headed to their first class of the day. Professor Iliana greeted her class with a pop quiz on Giant Wars, but no one complained about it. Especially the boys who were still falling under their Professor's part-Veela charm. For once, Harry felt like he had actually done well on one of the tests he had taken in History of Magic. He also was doing way better in the class, since he stopped falling asleep in it. It took everybody at least twenty minutes to finish the pop quizzes, and hand them into Professor Iliana. "When I see you next Monday, we will be discussing one of the most important lessons you'll ever learn in History of Magic: the Witch Hunts. Be prepared to answer my questions. Your homework will be to research one famous witch that was part of the witch hunts. You're dismissed." Professor Iliana told the class in her dreamlike voice. All of the boys, except for Ron and Harry, nodded at their professor, then left to go to their next class. Ron, Hermione and Harry headed down to the dungeons for Potions with Professor Snape, and met up with Daphne on the way, since she also had class with them. Daphne kissed Harry passionately when he sat down next to her, and when they pulled away from each, Harry chuckled and asked her "Miss me much?" She placed her head on his shoulder, and nodded her head.
Then came the familiar cold voice of Professor Snape, as he told everybody "I hope you all finished your essays on the properties of the moonstone and its uses in potion making. I'd hate to have to dock points from Houses for people not doing their assignments." Neville instantly gulped when he saw Professor Snape, and everyone knew why. Neville was seriously afraid of Professor Snape, and it was proven in their Third Year when Professor Lupin had them face a Boggart. Neville's Boggart was Professor Snape, but everyone thought that Neville would've gotten over it, when he made his Boggart wear his grandmother's clothes. However, it made it worse when Snape found out. Snape has been crueller to Neville ever since, and Harry felt sorry for him. Everyone who did their assignment took out their parchment, and handed it in to Professor Snape. "Well, well, well. It seems that more than half of you actually turned in an assignment. I'm even surprised to see Mr. Potter's and Mr. Weasley's in here. That must mean that Ms. Granger had helped them out." Professor Snape said aloud to the class.
Ron and Harry glared at Snape, while others in the class started laughing at them. Harry was about to get up and say something to Snape, but Daphne kept him sitting down by placing her hand in his lap. Immediately, a blush crept up on Harry's face, and his friend down there started to get excited. "No, no, no. I cannot be thinking about that in class. Especially not in Potions. This is so wrong." Harry thought to himself, while his blush turned an even deeper shade of red. "Behave yourself, and maybe just maybe, I'll give you a reward tonight." Daphne whispered in his ear. Harry sat where he was in a state of euphoria and disgustion. Euphoria from Daphne telling him what he just told him, and disgustion from being turned on in his Potions classroom with Snape in the room. Everyone else in the class thought he was blushing from being taunted by Professor Snape, and that caused them to laugh even harder. Especially the Slytherins in the classroom, except for Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were glaring at Harry and his friends. Obviously Malfoy was still angry with Harry for putting him in his place, and getting in the way of making Daphne his.
Crabbe and Goyle drew their thumb across their necks at Harry and the others, and Harry gave them both the two-finger salute, after rolling his eyes at the two goons. They didn't take too kindly to being dismissed like that, and they started growling at him. Ron saw what Harry did to the two trolls, and starts laughing into his sleeve. This just made the Slytherin trio even more angry, but they dropped it for now. "Since most of you turned in your assignment, that means you will be ahead of the others. For the rest of class, you'll be making an Invigoration Draught. The instructions for which will be on the board. At the end of class, I expect you to have turned in a preferable vial of said draught. Fail to do so, and you'll suffer my immediate… displeasure." Snape told everyone who handed in the essay. He flicked his wand at the board, and the instructions magically appeared on the board. Daphne, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to one of the cauldrons in the back of the class, and Malfoy and his goons went to the table next to theirs.
"Hey Potter? POTTER?!" Malfoy whispered over to Harry. Harry looked up at Malfoy with a glare on his face, and he growled at the blonde ponce. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked with malice in his voice, but Malfoy never answered Harry back. Harry noticed that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were looking at him in fear. Harry looked over at his friends, and asked them "Is there anything wrong with my face?" They all looked up at him, and from their reactions, he could tell there was something wrong with his face. Ron nearly fainted, and Hermione had to repress a scream. Daphne conjured an intricately ornate hand mirror, and handed it to Harry. Harry quickly took the mirror, and looked at his face. He could understand while Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and the others were afraid of his face. His eyes were glowing pure gold, and when he opened his mouth, his canine teeth were sharper and more elongated. He also looked like he would kill you with a glance, but when he shook his head and looked back into the mirror, his face returned back to normal. "I looked like a demon." Harry told himself. Daphne rested her head on his shoulder once again, and simply nodded, while Harry continued making the Invigoration Draught. By the end of the lesson, Harry and Ron managed to make the Invigoration Draught perfectly, while Hermione and Daphne finished theirs ten minutes ago. They all handed in their potions, and left the classroom to head to Study of Ancient Runes.
Harry walked behind Daphne, while holding onto her waist. He started kissing her neck, but she stopped him. She then whispered into his ear seductively "Wait until lessons are over. I promise we'll do something tonight." Once again Harry's friend down there started to rise, and Daphne could feel it in her lower back. "How do you expect to wait, when you keep teasing me so?" Harry whispered back to Daphne. "Fine, I'll stop teasing you. Do you want me to knee you to make it go down?" Daphne asked in reply. That's when Harry's friend decided to hibernate for awhile, while Harry was shaking his head no. It took them another five minutes to get to their Ancient Runes class, and they all took seats in the front by Professor Babbling's desk. "Hello class. Today we'll be learning about the numerical runes. What I mean by numerical is numbers. The number 0-9. If you'll take out your textbooks and open to page 10, you may begin reading about the numbers." Professor Babbling told them. They all did what they were instructed to do, and spent the rest of the lessons reading about how the numbers were represented.
"That class is way better than Divination. At least I can actually understand what she's doing." Ron told the others, as they headed to lunch. "Listen you two, Daphne and I have to do something in the library, so go to lunch without us." Harry suddenly told Hermione and Ron after getting an idea. Daphne smiled at her impatient boyfriend, and nodded her head as if to confirm what he told his two best friends. "Alright, but you better not be late to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Sirius might give you a detention." Hermione jokingly told Harry, as she took Ron's hand and headed to the Great Hall with him. Harry took Daphne's hand, and they both ran up to the Gryffindor Common Room. "Password?" the Fat Lady asked them, when they reached the portrait. "Mimbulus Mimbletonia." Harry told the Fat Lady rather impatiently. She opened up to let the two in, and Harry and Daphne ran into the Boys' Dormitory and into Harry's bed. They got into an instant make-out session, while taking each other's clothes off. For the third time that day, Harry's friend started to get up, but this time Daphne encouraged it by petting him.
Harry had to stop kissing her, because it caused him so much pleasure. "Oh my god." Harry moaned. Daphne proceeded to give him a handjob, and told Harry "Wow, you're huge Harry. You'll have to be gentle though, because it is my first time." Harry stopped moaning, and looked at Daphne with concern in his eyes. "Listen Daph, if you don't want to do this, then that's fine. I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. If it makes it any better, it's my first time also." he told her. She looked at Harry and nodded her head, but told him "I want to do this. Especially with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Harry nodded as he placed her on top of his member, and quickly brought her down all the way, effectively tearing through her hymen. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Daphne told Harry he could move. He slowly lifted her up and down repeatedly until she got used to the feeling, then started going full throttle. They continued going for the next five minutes, until the both reached their climaxes, and Daphne passed out. Harry stayed up through pure force of will, and cleaned both himself and Daphne up. "Come on Daph. It's time to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts or we'll be late." Harry told her while shaking her. Daphne groaned because she wanted to stay in the bed, but she got up and got dressed. They headed down to the Third Floor for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they managed to make it when the other students did. They almost didn't make it, because Daphne was limping from her hymen being ripped. "Hello class, today I'll be teaching you about nonverbal magic. I know it's commonly saved for your Sixth Year, but I think you can handle it." Sirius told the class. Harry smiled at his godfather, along with his friends, since they already knew how to use nonverbal magic.