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How are dear friends, hope September welcomed you well.
Here is a new chapter that probably is my longest chapter ever.
However, enjoy
XOXOXO
Chapter 17
A faint fussing brought back Daphne to a dull consciousness. Familiar sounds echoed around in her brain until her eyes flew open as the memory of the night before returned back to her. She quickly sat up in a state of confusion, for a moment, she forgot where she was and her eyes searched in the darkness. Her heart was pounding furiously.
Her husband.
"Harry?" The bed was empty except for her.
"In here," Harry's voice came from her right and she turned to see him standing next to the bed. She raised a relieved hand to her throat as the fear subsided at the sight that greeted her.
"How...did things go?" she moved to sit up placing her back against the headboard.
Harry gave her a warm smile.
"Better," he replied softly.
She could see his cheeks had warmed up, and his skin had returned to its normal color. His eyes were light and alive.
'Thank god, he's back' she smiled to herself.
"I didn't want to disturb your sleep," he apologized as he moved to sit himself down next to her on the bed.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked softly.
He smiled at her and nodded, "Yes, thank you. I needed it. I didn't realize how exhausted I was."
"Good."
Harry stared at her face for seconds, he still could not believe that she had showed up last night and slept with him. He was still thinking of it as a dream.
He curled one strand of her hair and moved it aside.
Daphne leaned into his warm hand and kissed it.
Not too long after he pulled her to himself for a kiss but she brushed by his side and searched for her shoes and coat.
"Dobby!" Daphne summoned the elf while she was wearing her coat.
"Daph?" he asked, confused.
She turned to him with an innocent face and approached him in the bed, sitting in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly.
Dobby, who had appeared, stood with a red face.
She broke the kiss when he started to respond to her.
"I have done what I had come for, now I have to go," she said, pulling away from him.
"Go?" he asked, walking towards her, "but you said you had three days off, I thought you were going to stay?"
"Well, I would love to stay but I have to go to Davis's. I can't let Winky stay there for so long," she explained, narrowing her eyes.
"Winky?" he raised a brow.
"Well, how else could I be here silly? I am supposed to be right now at Tracey Davis's house," she chuckled.
"What's that supposed to do with Winky?"
"Well…," she took a deep breath.
"I told Winkey to take my form, and disguise it as me until I return. Meanwhile Tracey is making sure that she is behaving," Daphne explained.
Harry was taking in the information when he saw her taking Dobby's hand.
"Until you return?"
Daphne nodded smiling at him.
She froze when she felt his hand around her waist.
"Dobby, you may go," he said over her shoulder .
Dobby looked up to Daphne who nodded at him and he popped off.
"You have two days left, spend them
with me," he whispered to her ear.
"Harry," she protested.
"Please," she said, kissing her cheek.
'Please stop,' hersoulpleaded with him to let go of her, his offer was tempting and she wanted to refuse but he was making it so fucking hard.
"I can't..," she moaned as his lips trailing down to her chin.
"Hmm," he hummed, still trailing kisses on her skin.
Before long Daphne was losing herself in the moment. Having Harry's warm body against hers was probably messing with her mind.
"I can't with the clothes I'm wearing " she said smiling turning to him to meet his lips as she gave up to him.
His eyes met hers and instantly he smiled, realizing her surrender.
"I can help you to get off it," he whispered as his fingers reached the zipper of the dress.
"Your offer is tempting my Lord husband, unfortunately you can't, not this time," she laughed as she reached with her lips toward his ear and whispered something making Harry blush.
He parted away from her quickly and jumped toward his wardrobe, making Daphne laugh until her stomach hurt.
"Em, I don't know what kind of stuff will make you comfortable.. ehm, would.. No," he was babbling to himself while searching through his clothes anxiously.
"Oh Harry!" she giggled.
"Sorry, I…am..," Harry was as red as a tomato.
"Harry."
"Yep," he finally looked at her.
"It was a joke," Daphne smirked.
A moment of quiet stirred between them, Daphne biting on her lip, trying her best not to laugh at Harry's still face.
"You got me," he laughed at the awkward scene.
"However, I would love to have my morning bath, unfortunately there are no clothes to wear." 'I came in hurry that I forgot to wear my own underwear' Daphne didn't say the last part as she moved towards the bathroom.
Harry grasped her arm gently, and sat her on the chair next to the window.
"Allow me to prepare a warm bath for you," he said kissing her hand nobly.
Minutes later Harry burst back into the room searching in his own wardrobe.
"Here, I think this will be fitting," Harry handed her a Quidditch jersey and shorts.
Harry didn't want her to wear his cousin's hand-me-downs, it was so below her and his only other clothes were Hogwarts uniform or formal uniform, the Quidditch shirt was the only option he had.
When Daphne grabbed the shirt from Harry and their fingers brushed slightly, Daphne couldn't hide her wicked grin.
"Would you help unzip it please?" she asked gently, referring to her dress, turning her back to him.
Harry swallowed his breath as he did as she asked, he unzipped her dress to show a naked back, she wasn't wearing a bra.
He cleared his throat stepping away from her, as she stopped her dress from falling off her shoulders.
"I'm going to prepare some food for breakfast...everyone is still asleep, would you like something in specific? my lady," he smiled, bowing to her formally.
Daphne giggled, "Simple breakfast, please," she said with fake seriousness and her head held high.
"As my lady wishes,"
"Oh, and Harry!" she called.
"Yes?" he turned to her.
"A person without a family is like a person sailing in the sea aimlessly. Lost without a port," she articulated, in a soothing tone.
Harry hesitated to answer her but she was staring at him with that look of hers.
The look that said: do not argue with me as you know that I am right and that you are wrong.
He nodded and left closing the door behind him, and Daphne let out a long sigh of weariness.
"He can be stubborn when he wants to," she smiled as she stared down at the red and golden jersey before running inside the bathroom.
Harry proceeded to exit the bedroom quietly, without waking anyone up, and went downstairs. The kitchen was dark, even the elves haven't woken up yet.
Harry stood there for a moment, rubbing his neck thinking of what he should cook. He took a bowl, placed it on the table, and began cracking the eggs in it.
Then he took some bacon and started to fry it up.
For a brief moment the world stopped,
he remembered the previous week and how he had been rude to everyone and especially Hermione. He remembered he had cleared his fight with Daphne, she came for him and she stayed.
'She was scared of her own feelings, she was scared that I will abandon her, what a Gryffindor I am, if I'm not loyal to my own wife.'
Then a crackling noise interrupted his thoughts and he turned around to find Hermione frozen at the door.
"I'm sorry I… I just wanted some water," she turned to leave but Harry was quick to catch her.
"Hermione, wait!"
Hermione lifted her head up and stared at him afraid and that pained Harry.
"I'm sorry about the other day 'Mione, I was a jerk," his eyes downcast as he apologized.
.
"You were," she breathed.
He took both of her hands in his and leaned down to her.
Harry could see her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She smiled sadly and watched as he wrapped his hands around her and wordlessly she started crying into his chest.
"I'm sorry, so fucking sorry," he closed his eyes firmly as he buried his face in her bushy hair.
"I want you to stop being such a dick," she scolded .
"Alright, and what else?" Harry chuckled.
"Our Harry will return," she murmured.
Silence filled the room, as they parted, he looked down at her and smiled.
"Consider him back."
Hermione smiled as tears started falling and she wiped them with the hem of her sleeves, while they both were laughing, Sirius was watching from the door with a grin on his face.
Then a smoke came from the bacon again. Harry quickly let go and snatched the bacon out of the frying pan.
Hermione laughed and offered help and Harry allowed her.
As the food was almost finished and heaped onto platters on the table for everyone, Harry and Hermione could hear the rest of the house slowly coming to life.
"Good morning! Smells good in here, what do we have?" Sirius's voice entered the space.
"Morning Pads!" Harry greeted happily.
Sirius froze for a minute with a hand on his chest," Sweet Morgana! My godson is alive!"
Both the teenagers laughed at the funny expression of Sirius Black.
The latter started shedding down tears of happiness dramatically as he buried himself in Harry's chest with a crushing hug.
Remus joined them with a smile as he saw everyone happy finally but suddenly his face turned red.
"Remus, you alright?" Sirius asked worriedly.
Remus turned aside covering his nose, he didn't usually do that.
After trying to steady his breaths, he finally smiled.
"Yes, nothing, werewolf thing," he said weakly
The Weasleys started appearing one by one, Molly crushed Harry in a strong embrace that he could feel his bones crashing.
"My sweet child, why have you been locking yourself away?" Molly caressed his hair before kissing each cheek," Don't ever do that again!"
"Look who's finally showed up Freddie!" Geroge said from behind as he messed Harry's hair.
"I can see Georgie," Fred appeared by his side slapping Harry's back.
"And you have made breakfast, dear Merlin! " Molly glanced over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Mrs Weasley, for Mr Weasley, for everything, forgive me," Harry stared down at the floor unable to meet her eyes.
Harry knew eventually that he had to face the Weasleys and he believed that this moment was the perfect timing for apologies.
Everyone went quiet as they stared at him.
Molly exhaled a deep breath and fixed her stare on him.
"Nonsense, we all know that you tried, if it wasn't you we would have never known until the next day," Molly's soft voice said, staring at him with a warm smile.
"–Nobody blames you, and they won't blame you.
As much as it happened and nobody could do anything.
If Arthur were here now, he would have said:
What nonsense are you saying! my son, you are from us and to us, you are a member of the Weasley family and we do not apologize for something we did not do in the first place," she said, imitating her late husband with a smile.
Harry's eyes flashed, for Molly's words
had pierced his heart, he turned around to see all the family and friends smiling at him.
'You're not alone, Harry,' a voice inside him whispered.
Molly patted his back and pushed him toward the group.
He joined the group and sat with them, and between them at the table, everyone started talking. Molly was distributing food to everyone, Remus talked to Hermione about some books, Sirius joked with the twins, Tonks talked to Ginny.
Everything seemed suddenly returned back to normal.
"Don't distance yourself from us, Harry, we turned on you, we were edgy, I am sorry," Ron said while sitting next to him.
Harry parted his lips and smiled at his best friend. His family.
Daphne was staring at the ceiling for ages inside the bathroom.
She felt as if she was on a vacation, not some secret sneaking in to check on her husband.
The water was great for her liking.
She turned her gaze to the pile of clothes on the chair next to the sink.
For a moment, she wished to be a Gryffindor, they were brave, loyal and very open.
She could stay with Harry much longer, see him in the common room and date him in public.
Since when she became submissive to those around her? Since when had she become cowardly?
Even when that stupid father of hers had been alive, she had been brave.
She was doing all what she wanted and desired even when there were bad consequences.
She had loved control and power, now she only followed the orders.
Since when she became this week.
"In a few days I will be of age, perhaps I will no longer need to hide, I will be me," she said to herself.
On New Year's Eve, she would turn sixteen, she would be of age according to the old laws, the age Mother Nature chose to mark the children of night as an adult and let them have their way in life, providing magic to the world as its servant, before the Ministry had meddled with its modern ideas, twisting the truth. Yet the Sacred twenty eight still performed a ritual for their children secretly as they turned sixteen. Nature would welcome her as one of its children.
She buried her face in her hands happily, she would be free from the traditions, free of the Greengrasses and even her other family.
But her face darkened and her happiness faded away.
She remembered that she couldn't have it, nature still hated her and refused her, for her sins.
She had been cast away with a cursed body, refusing any kind of magic. It was getting harder for Daphne to use her magic with each passing day, even though her wand was strong for her sometimes. Thankfully Cyrus had explained to the staff of Hogwarts that she had a weak body, which was why the teachers never asked her to perform any kind of spell and charm unless she could handle it.
She could never use her powers freely again without attacking her physical health in return.
It was hard for her to let go of a great thing like power, since she met Harry, all she could remember is how much she wanted to use it, the first day they talked, she didn't hesitate for a moment to heal him, the other day she unconsciously used snow against him, her magic loved to manifest around him.
How could she explain to Harry, he seemed curious about her condition more than once, but he always swallowed his questions, giving her the freedom to tell him on her own when she became ready, the problem was she would never be.
How could she tell him that her sickness was a curse, a punishment of nature to her, how could she tell him what was her crime in the first place?
The truth was death itself, he will hate her forever.
It had been four years since that day, that bloody day, the day nature turned on her and pushed her out of its grace.
All because of him.
"Wait, should I tell Harry? He deserves to know…yeah he deserves."
How could she help Harry if she couldn't even help herself, true physically she could handle anything but magically she was getting weaker.
The only way to help him is to give him the peace of God, the fruit of God.
"Peach of God?" Daphne asked her mother
"Hush, the peach of God is our family's strongest legacy, we gave it to our husbands," Diane explained softly to her youngest daughter.
Eros was playing with his violin when he heard his mother's words. He had stopped and sat next to her to listen.
His reaction was normal which meant he knew what it was.
"Why do we give it to our husbands if we can eat it ourselves?" Daphne pouted.
"It is not a fruit to be eaten, idiot!" Eros sneered.
"Eros!" Diane scolded her son, slapping his back.
"The fruit of God, is something within the womb of the chosen maiden of our family," Diane smiled, rubbing her flat belly.
"Mother, she won't understand like this," Eros warned his mother, "Why don't you wait until she grows up?"
"But I have to explain to her, my son.
Perhaps I may not see you after this year," she sighed sadly.
"Mom, please don't say that," Eros begged, denying his mother's words.
She squeezed his knee smiling sadly and looked out the window, watching the flowering trees dancing to the sound of the wind.
"I will not have another spring to see, my Prince, and it will not be."
Eros's and Daphne's eyes widened from shock.
"Which is why you have to know what you have been gifted, my princess," Diane smiled at her daughter.
"When you become a bride to your husband, you will magically and miraculously give him wealth, success, profitability, affluence, riches, opulence, ease, welfare, comfort, security, well-being to him, his family and clan," Diane said.
"And who is my husband, mother? is he our cousin Argaï?" asked Daphne.
Both Diane and Eros laughed.
"Your husband is…," Diane muttered.
Daphne snapped out of her memory, she still couldn't remember the name her mother had said no matter how much she tried to.
Her eyes scanned the decor of the room, Victorian style, not one of her favorites.
She sank her whole body inside the water.
For a whole minute or two, maybe three, she remained still inside the water.
Analyzing her action, was it secure to be here?
Too many people who probably hated her were outside the doors of this room.
Had it been too risky to trust an elf to take her place?
What would happen if someone discovered her here?
And Dumbledore was not stupid to not feel someone had passed through the wards of this house.
She gasped for air then laid back into the edge of the tub.
"What are you doing, Daph really?" she muttered to herself.
Not too long after, she stormed out of the tub. After drying herself as she wore the clothes, something caught her eyes.
On the wall next to the sink there was some broken wood, it was a new damage, she brushed her fingers on it and closed her eyes, trying to detect a smell, a magic, an aura
It has been since yesterday.
She tried more to see what happened the day before.
But she couldn't,it was a strongly warded house, she pulled herself away from it.
The mirror that had been broken last night was facing her, giving her a peek at her appearance.
Her hair was wet and she was wearing her beloved husband's clothes.
She ran her fingers down the fabric, feeling it, this jersey.
Her husband used to wear it, his warmth was still there, she buried her nose in the collar, and she could feel the blood rushing up in her body and she inhaled it.
His smell, the smell that described Harry was over her.
Harry returned to his room as soon as breakfast was over, with a cup of coffee and a plate of food in his other hand.
To find his wife watching the street from the window, wearing only his jersey that was reaching her mid thighs and his boxers while she played with the ends of her hair.
'Why didn't she wear the shorts?' he wondered.
Staring at the muggle kids playing around with the snow, it was a beautiful scene from such a house.
As soon as he closed the door behind him without absound, she turned to see him. The sunbeam that was passing through the window made her hair appear more platinum and radiant, as if the sun was saluting him through it.
When she smiled he finally realized.
A true Haven.
All Harry knew that he was running toward her, he threw his arms around her. And without thinking, nor planning it, his instinct took the lead and Harry's lips collided with hers.
A passionate hungry kiss, it was like fireworks.
Daphne's eyes widened with amazement.
She was always the one who started kissing, it wasn't usual of Harry to be the first to attempt it.
When he left her lips, she was gazing at him before snapping out of the pleasurable moment.
"What was that for?" Daphne asked, confused but happy.
"I don't know,I just wanted to, I had to," he replied, a bit stunned by what he did earlier.
She was attracting him a lot; sending a jolt of electricity in him with a single touch.
"It seems that things went much better," Daphne beamed at him.
"It had miraculously," Harry replied as he closed the distance between them again.
"I believe this is all your doing."
"My doing?" Daphne wondered.
"Ehmm, I don't know how but it was you," he said pulling her closer to him.
He leaned down to her, nose to nose.
"*Grooooowl*" a rumbling sound stopped them.
They both looked down to Daphne's stomach.
"*graaaaaaaawl*" Her stomach ached again.
Daphne's hand quickly went to her mouth while the other on her stomach and her face turned red with embarrassment.
Harry's eyes glanced at his wife who had frozen completely in her place.
"It seems someone is hungry?" he laughed so hard.
"It's not funny!" Daphne's brows knitted together. Not too long later her gloomy face changed and she started laughing herself as well.
He guided her to the seat next to the table as he sat on the opposite side.
Harry scooped up a forkful of eggs and then brought it slowly over to Daphne's mouth, poking her lips until she opened them and allowed him to feed her.
"Last night a beautiful wife of mine fed me, who am I not to pay her back the same kind of attention."
Watching her accept the food with a loving smile on her face made his heart race.
"Don't spoil me, I'm known for being an annoying brat when I get used to spoiling," she giggled, swallowing her food.
"I would love to see you spoiled," he smirked.
"Oh really?" she raised a brow at him.
"Of course." Harry poked her nose playfully. "Now open up so I can feed you some more eggs and this bacon as much as you like."
She couldn't hide her happiness from him. And he was happy, extremely happy, this day was getting better and better.
"Harry?" she called between her bites.
"Yes love."
"Nothing, I just wanted to… wanted to see you," she tilted her head.
Harry blinked and smiled at her.
"However, I will not take long with breakfast, these books need to get back to the library, where you found them," she eyed the books.
"Take as much time as you want. Watching you eat is probably one of my new favorite hobbies, besides watching you read and sleep," he said, his cheeks getting red.
Daphne was stunned by his confession.
"Don't be silly, I look like shit when I sleep, and when I read I forget about my surroundings," she noted that about herself looking away.
"Are you kidding me, I find your way of sleeping kinda cute, and–," Harry paused for a few seconds, rubbing the back of his neck then his eyes settled on hers and he let his fingers brush hers with a gentle touch.
Daphne was breathing hard, hearing the echo of her heart and his, when he drew her closer to him ,she was able to feel his heart beating, they were so calm letting her find her calmness too.
"–and when you lay on your stomach reading with a cookie in your mouth while your legs play in the air, the way your lips purse when you try to control your anger, and speaking of anger... you hate when I mock you about your tiny size and height, how you play with your hair in class when you are bored. God! I can't count how many things I fucking like watching you doing when no one is around, my favorite one is when you sing and shake your legs as you write the essays, I like you so much that I would never want anyone to see that side of you," he finished.
"Now you're freaking me out, have you been stalking me Potter?" she mocked him.
"I only watch after my wife...after all her beauty attracts a lot of hungry wolves," he said in a serious tone.
Harry said the truth, Daphne was compared to a goddess by the seventh and sixth years, the boys always whispered about her when she walked near them.
She was getting prettier with each passing day, and he could notice the difference, the baby face of hers was changing.
She was starting to look more like a young woman,
How many times had he controlled himself from smashing Seamus's face in because he was giving rude comments about her body shape?
"Look at that girl's arse," Seamus sighed.
"It's incredible," Dean nodded appreciatively.
"Imagine what she'd look like without the clothing."
"But she's a Slytherin!" Ron cried, but not before swallowing another bite of a chicken leg.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"When you look like that, houses don't matter," Seamus winked.
Harry's fist clenched fiercely under the table.
Or how many times did he find other students trying to flirt with her but she shoved them off with her deadly glare? He trusted her knowing that she could handle them easily. But the worst of all this was the title, the bloody title.
The title that the boys of Hogwarts were seeking that year.
«The Ice King» who would win the Queen's virginity.
It was still erratic. But seeing that she barely cared or showed any emotion made him feel a little bit more protective.
Yet she wasn't just any person, she was no Gryffindor, and certainly she wasn't a Slytherin which she liked to pretend, he had known that for some time how the skin of the serpent was just a disguise.
A mask behind which she hid her merry self and cheerful spirit.
The side that he never expected someone like her to have.
The day he took the vow to protect her and be her partner, to shield her with his name and life, he took it for Sirius's freedom.
But now he believed that it was his freedom that had been given.
The more they fought, the more they got along.
The more she opened up to him, the more he knew how closer they became.
'My wife, the woman that carries my name, and one day might carry my child.'
'Child!?'
He had never before considered such a thing, a beautiful girl like her who would carry their future offspring.
"Have you been speaking with Cyrus lately?" Daphne asked which caused him to snap out of his reverie.
"What? Why would you say that?" Harry asked.
"Nothing but he said almost the exact same thing to me when I returned from school," she said, caressing her chin.
"Why?"
"I don't know," she murmured.
When did it come to this, Harry thought. Either she ignored or played dumb or she really didn't realize that her beauty was seductive.
He chuckled which caused Daphne to become frustrated, which made him laugh harder.
"Oh Daph, Daph...my sweet laurel tree..," he called her, wiping tears of laughter from the corner of his eyes.
She blushed at her new nickname on his lips.
He leaned closer until his head touched hers,
"You do realize that you are hot," he smirked.
"Wha-," Daphne was shocked this was the first time Harry called her hot.
"I mean, it's hard for me to control myself when I hear boys talk about you, I never thought that it would be hard to endure having a hot woman as your wife," he leaned back to his chair with his hands behind his head.
"Actually I thought everyone was joking when they said I looked like a spitting image of my mother, she was extremely beautiful, and because I was the youngest everyone called me that to cheer me up. When I grew up I rejected and lied about the idea," she stood up moving towards him.
Harry stared at her.
Harry grabbed her thighs and pulled her down to sit on his lap, he suddenly started to feel more independent with his actions, it was not like he wasn't but he just was shy that she might reject him but she made sure to confirm otherwise.
"You know…," Harry said, a hand on her thigh while the other was finding its way up to her warm cheek.
"Hm."
"I don't know, but I can't resist you,"
"And if you claim me… Let's see. You become the ice king?" she smirked.
"Baby, I will burn the whole iced throne and shut the mouth of all those hormonal teenagers forever."
Daphne could feel heat and butterflies in her stomach doing their thing.
"Wow, someone has gone out of his cage."
"Hahahaha, is it bad?" he asked.
"God! No… if this is a moment of confession I will admit my creepy side too."
"Cr–"
"Hush! Let me talk…I like watching you working out, I find it kinda sexy, so I distract myself with books when you do it, " Daphne tilted her head aside as her ears burned red.
"Now I know why you always read books around me," Harry laughed.
"Shut up, second when you run your fingers in your hair when you're anxious or shy of saying anything. I like teasing you, I find it kinda amusing when you laugh like this I just want to bury myself, and say the honest truth."
"Go ahead."
"I was going to hex your ex-crush, I swear I was. Once when I got angry I slapped Millicent Bulstrode with a book, I almost broke her teeth."
Harry blinked "Daphne?"
"Hmm."
"Were you jealous?"
Daphne nodded.
"Of course I was, I don't want any woman to lay a hand or think of my man," she crossed her hands.
Harry's focus was on her face, she was glancing at her lap, biting her lower lip.
His fingers brushed strands of her hair away and trailed softly over her cheekbones, soft and gentle touches over her skin, down her neck and slowly his hands came behind her neck and pulled her towards him.
Perhaps times stopped for him, his stomach was twisting, and his skin was craving hers, he still didn't find the answer of what this feeling meant but she was attracting him. Like a magnet.
And it was stronger than usual.
"Before two days, I was thinking that you truly had abandoned me," his other hand brushed her hands.
"Harry–"
"Just listen…" he said, closing his eyes and leaned on his chair, his hand didn't leave hers.
There was a long moment of quiet except their breathing inside the room and Hedwig's hooting inside her cage.
Daphne was confused by this sudden change in his behavior, he used to relax like this with her when she massaged his nerves.
"It is unclear what will happen after this moment. From this moment we will live.
There is no guarantee for this, we live like this.
Life is such a thing, right?" he said. His eyes still closed, he let out a loud groan 'why am I saying it out loud?'.
Daphne said nothing, instead she preferred to listen, she liked listening to him.
If there is anything she liked the most was his voice.
"At the moment everything is in your favor and the moment after everything is against you," he said with his eyes glancing at the window.
Daphne let her hands wrap around his waist and buried her face in his chest.
He started caressing her hair gently while he was staring at the window.
"Do you know why I love Quidditch?" he popped.
"Ehm, " she shook her head.
"Because when I am up there on the broom, I feel freedom, the ultimate freedom, the ability to do all what I want and no one could stop me neither I am obligated to do anything,"
Daphne stared at him, "Do you want to be free? "
"Of course, I want my own independence, don't tell me you don't want yours? "
"I don't know what independence is like, but I believe that you will reach it before you even know," she smiled at him.
They stayed like that for a long time.
Daphne caressed her husband's cheek, he was worried and caring about her.
Meanwhile on top of a building facing Grimmauld, two people were staring at the couple.
"Did you have to do it?" Eva said, showing her annoyance.
"Come on, it was a funny trick, I had to make him confess, " Kou said.
Eva rubbed her forehead and sighed.
"A confession? Are you some priest? What was the point of it all?" Eva yelled.
The Japanese lifted a finger to her face.
"Tut, tut… they were not ready for my love of a coitus," he turned to face the building as they cuddled in each other's warmth.
"Co-coitus… they are fucking married, this must happen!" Eva yelled losing her temper, " And with you making sure to let him say those words, will make it only quicker, "
"Married? My dearest Eva…there is no marriage if there is no copulation. I am trying to stop the madness our queen started," he said with a murderous look.
"The two are destined for each other, and neither you, nor me, or even the dancers of destiny will separate them from each other," Eva pushed him aside.
"Whatever our queen saw, she could not stop it herself, not even her son," Kou argued.
"This is why, It's up to this child and her husband. You like it or not, this marriage should be consummated," she gritted her teeth, her veins stark on her pale skin.
"Are you crazy, this will only make him more angry, one of them rebelled before, we will not allow history to repeat itself!" he gripped her neck, choking her.
"What is your plan? Will you make her bow to the family? Fucked by her brother?" Eva tried to say.
"If the order requires it," he smirked
"I will not allow you!" she roared, pulling a dagger out of her sleeve, and pointing it against Kou's skin.
"You have no choice. I will get her out of this conspiracy before it is too late, and the original offspring ends because of you. I will save the pure dynasty," he said, stepping back.
"She will be sixteen in a few days, and her body is already attracting all the supernatural kinds, they will come after her, the boy himself can't keep his hands off her," Kou said, turning away.
"Then he better take her now, I don't understand anything anymore," she said, shaking.
"You are not a demon who can understand that."
"She is the most delicious prey, her blood heals all the injuries and diseases, her flesh gives eternal beauty and youth, her virginity however gives the greatest power and prosperity to the husband and it's family, the fruit of Eden," he said with hunger.
"Such powers should never be in the hands of an outsider," he said with agony.
Eva gulped and her face was paler.
"Oh! you didn't know," Kou smirked at her, "our queen didn't share everything with you."
Kou glanced at his left, "Oh! Here we go, there is another one," he said.
"Where?" Eva looked sharply to his left, pulling out her hidden sword from her long black jacket.
"Nine o'clock," he jumped off the roof and turned into a giant silver fox.
A winged demon appeared behind the chimney of the other building.
The silver fox jumped and grasped the neck with his sharp teeth of the demon and in a few seconds the head split off the body.
With his sharp nails he scratched the body until it turned into smoke in the air.
"They are getting worse with each day," Eva sighed, tired.
The fox glanced at her and growled before he was flying in the dark sky.
"Hey, don't leave me to guard her by myself you git!" Eva yelled.
She leaned over the edge of building, to see what the couple was doing,
"Of course I know, it's just, it is not fair, her smell is getting stronger until her birthday."
"Here is your coffee mug, drink it, I will take those bloody books away meanwhile," he said as he gently kissed her forehead.
Once he disappeared behind the door, she moved to the bathroom to wash her face,
"You had to say something ughh," she groaned while she stared at her reflection.
Harry organized the books in the library with Hermione's help, who took him to a corner away from everyone's ears.
"What is it, Hermione?" he inquired.
"Because of the recent events that have happened, I was not able to tell you in fact or tell anyone yet," Hermione said nervously.
"What is there? I am starting to worry."
"Well, do you remember the petition we put out against Umbbridge?"
Harry nodded his head.
"Well, I can't find it. It got lost," Hermione bit her lip.
"What!?" Harry shouted.
"I searched all my items, but did not find it, as if ... if someone had taken it," she answered desperately.
"Hermione, if the wrong person finds it, you know how much trouble there will be," Harry said with frustration.
"I know, I swear I know the results, but I don't know how this happened. Maybe it happened here or in Hogwarts, I don't know," she shook her head nervously.
Harry rubbed his temples.
"Hermione, too many names were signed, just let's hope it doesn't fall in the wrong hands. When we return to Hogwarts, search for it, nevertheless sent Dobby to search there," he suggested.
Hermione nodded.
Ron joined the two wondering what all the whispers were about, but the two shrugged off and changed the subject.
When Harry was passing the portrait of Mrs Black, the curtain opened wildly and she was staring silently at the boy.
"Is she here? " she whispered, her hands shaking, eyes gleeful.
"What!? " Harry replied confused.
"Her Excellency, I can sense her," she whispered to herself but Harry could hear.
"What is she talking about?" Ron asked from behind, while Hermione was silent.
"I don't know mate," Harry shrugged.
"Wait, boy!" Walburga called Harry as he moved upstairs.
"Shut up you old hag!" Sirius came running holding the curtains to close it but it didn't budge.
"YOU! WE FALL FROM OUR GRACE, BECAUSE OF YOU! SHAME OF MY BLOOD! WE WERE GOING TO HAVE THE GREAT GLORY! BUT YOU DESTROYED IT! YOU DESTROYED US! BECAUSE OF YOU ! REG–"
Sirius managed to close the curtains before the old lady of the house could say any more unwanted words.
Walburga's outburst caused the trio to stop.
"It's okay kiddos, go," he said walking away without looking at them.
"Sirius?" Harry called his godfather, but the latter shrugged, waving his hand.
"Well, see ya later mates," Harry said walking away from his friends.
Daphne was stroking Crookshanks, who had managed to sneak inside the room when Harry wasn't around.
"Aren't you a charming cat," she teased the ginger cat.
"Is he?" Harry's voice came from the direction of the door.
Harry joined her and rested his back against the headboard of the bed next to her,
He remembered Walburga's words from moments ago, did she truly know that Daphne was here?
If he told her she would probably stress about it and decide to leave immediately, he preferred not to tell her instead, after all they had two days left to stay together.
"I assume Granger feeds him a lot," Daphne said nuzzling the cat's nose with hers.
She smiled at the cat, caressing and brushing his back.
"Don't let him get used to you," he said ,pinching her elbow.
"Well, it's Christmas's Eve after all," she smirked at her husband, "I'm trying to be nice out of respect for the traditions."
"Holy shit!" he jumped off the bed in shock.
"What's wrong?" she wondered.
"It's Christmas!" he waved his hands in the air.
"So what?" she narrowed her eyes at Crookshanks.
"I didn't buy you any gifts," he mumbled as he sank back with his face into the pillow.
"Does it matter?" she said in a bored voice.
"Of course it does! It's Christmas!" he argued.
Daphne stared at him with a bored expression .
"Wait a minute… are you a holiday hater?" he asked, his mouth forming an O.
"What a great discovery," she clapped sarcastically, "I'm just not into this kind of thing," she shrugged, moving from the bed.
"Well, I'm already late in buying you something anyway," Harry sighed.
Out of the blue, a sudden idea popped in Harry's head.
A soft knock on the door and Ginny's voice sounded from behind it.
"Harry, Mum said dinner will be ready, come and join us."
He glanced at his wife who was playing with the cat.
"I think I will pass," he said, making his blonde witch confused.
Harry took the cat off her hands and pushed him outside the room.
"Dobby!"
"Yes, Mister Harry Potter Sir."
"Lock and silence this room." His voice was calm.
He turned to her, and Daphne could swear that his stare was hot.
"What are you doing to me Daph?"he softly said as he climbed the bed next to her.
She hushed him with her fingers on his lips.
"If you can answer this you will know…this attraction you have, is it a lust or the heart's desire?" she asked, wanting to hear the truth.
He glanced at her lap before he fixed his eyes on her.
He took her hands in his and sighed deeply.
"Neville, Ron and Hermione taught me the meaning of friendship.
The Weasleys taught me what a family is…
Remus and Sirius taught me that blood does not mean real family, they taught me the meaning of loyalty and a pledge of friends.
Dumbledore, Hagrid and Hogwarts taught me magic.
As for love, I learned it from my parents," Harry said truthfully.
Daphne lowered her gaze, a bit sad.
"But my wife showed me everything," he said, pulling her chin up to meet his gaze.
He pulled her to him in a hug.
"I am lucky to have you in my life," he said into her ear.
He faced her, "I am!" he exclaimed.
Her face lightened at his words.
Harry kneeled down at her feet.
"I know there is something twisting me inside, making me want you to be always by my side, making me want to see you smile always, and hear your laugh. I have gotten so used to you that a few words by you affects the hell of me and it–,"
He was cut from his confession by her lips crushing his fiercely, making them both fall on the floor.
When they parted gasping for air, Daphne sat on his lap, staring down at him.
"If you… If you make me your bride tonight–," she paused, taking her husband's hand and putting it over her heart to feel it's fast beating.
"There is a trick," she finished.
"Trick?"
"I asked you to know if your magic was the reason you have been behaving this lustfully all day towards me. When you answered, your magic didn't manifest which means it's your mind and heart desire," she said.
"You see, daughters of Vasilian blood, when they reach their sixteenth year their magic awakes fully, and men of all kinds become hungry for them, they get attracted to them magically. If they are lucky and have their virginity, it will reward the husband and his family with prosperity and power," she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. She trusted Harry.
"Power?" he quizzed.
Daphne nodded at him, "The trick is when we reach our womanhood it awakens, but this was to keep the dicks of men inside their trousers until we were sixteen. However not all females have this gift of God, only one from each generation, my mother was and now I am,my sisters were lucky not to have it...this kind of power," she smiled as she traced her hand to his heart.
"Daphne I don't quite understand it." Harry was confused.
"Bad things happen to the girl who held this fruit of God…demons and wizards and supernaturals want to have her, eat her blood and flesh, I don't know why you have been chosen, but it has never happened before. We never married outside the family ever since it's existence just for this reason," she laughed
"So this is why our family is strong, that's my secret," she whispered.
"Why did you tell me this?" he asked.
"I trust you, and I think you have the right to know," she kissed his cheek, moving his hand on top of her breast and moaning. Harry could feel his cock twitch.
"I don't want anyone but you Harry," she said softly.
Harry's lips were inches away from her but he pulled away.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you," he said moving towards the door.
It caused her pain to see him leaving.
.
.
.
"Daphne!"
She looked down at the voice beneath her, it was Harry still laying on the floor. It was all her imagination, better not to tell him that.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands starting to travel up her thighs.
"Sure," she replied with her hands still on his chest. The heat was increasing in Daphne's body.
"Come here," Harry said in a low tone. The way he looked up at her melted her, turned her on.
She didn't hesitate for a second, as she jumped at him holding for dear life.
"Show me, how much you want me," she whispered, their lips a few inches apart and feeling each other's hot breath.
Her eyes were shining, piercing through his body…through his soul.
Harry attacked her lips with hunger after hearing those simple words he had wanted to hear, he had sworn to touch her unless she wanted it.
A slow kiss to cherish the moment was the beginning,
He buried his nose against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent deeply.
"The things you do to me, Daph," he whispered, before bringing a hand to the back of her neck and taking her mouth.
She moaned when his tongue slid against hers.
Her eagerness to return his kiss made his cock harden in his pants. He pulled her back by the hair. Daphne gasped in response, but kept her eyes closed, as if begging him to continue.
Deepening their kisses, Harry tried to savor her taste without any hesitation.
His sweet Daphne let him access and he slid his tongue inside her mouth.
Her moans drove him to the edge.
He moved to her neck and kissed her in the jawline behind her ear.
His hands clenched her hips, their bodies responded with a burst of heat , as if they were sitting in a pit of fire rather on the cold wooden floor.
Daphne pulled him towards her, hungry for his touch, she wanted him to be hers and only hers, she realized for several times how much she wanted him.
She turned her lips into his neck kissing it, biting and sucking on it, leaving a hickey. That made Harry's cock harder through his trousers leaving her gasping, if such a thing was possible.
Harry tasted of…light.
Harry chuckled as his lips moved off her body, "Weren't you the one who put the 'no mark rule', what happened?" he joked.
She turned at him breathlessly, her eyes burning with desire.
Her hands wrapped around his neck, "Let the world know you're taken, for all I care."
Harry's grin widened and he kissed her again. She ran her hands in his hair reaching for his neck, then his back while he kept his hands on her hips.
Suddenly the winds hitting the window interrupted them.
They both looked up and saw the snow falling.
"You smell good," he breathed into her ear.
"I smell of you," she giggled.
Harry's fingers crept under her shirt feeling her skin, before he broke the kiss.
"The things I want to do to you," he groaned, his fingers sliding down the curve of her spine.
Daphne's breath was getting heavier,,
The gravity that linked the two, was getting stronger.
Harry pressed his forehead with hers and tangled his fingers with hers, they didn't need words to encourage each other,to put faith in each other, once again Daphne tilted her head searching for his lips,with a long kiss.
Harry's hands slid to her round arse cheeks,clenching them. Daphne instantly hitched up her legs, locking her ankles around his waist and digging her heels into his lower back.
Snogging each other's lips, they moved to the direction of the bed, the moment his knees hit the edge of bed they fell on it not breaking the kiss and he was on top of her, pressing his body on hers.
She got irritated by his shirt and she removed it off him harshly, letting her fingers wander and explore his chest. Clinging to him, kissing down his jaw and upto his ear.
"The things you do to me, like what? eating me? Fucking me? So pray tell what you are about to do to me, lover?" she wondered seductively, her hands playing slowly against his chest, up and down.
Growling he moved his hand to her thighs, as she rubbed them against his trousers, against his hardened cock.
Daphne shivered for a moment but not from fear….of failure, failing to please her husband as the good wife should be. Then she recalled herself for being a Slytherin.
Harry was trying his best to make her feel comfortable forgetting how much he was himself nervous, it would be his first time too.
Daphne sensed his worries so she decided to make it easier for him, she rolled on top of him, that took Harry unguarded but he forgot it all as he stared at her messy look, her nipples were hard against the jersey top, and he wanted to take them in his mouth.
She moved closer to him, pushing him back into the bed, his head landing on the pillows.
She crawled over planting a soft sensual kiss on his lips, before he could respond she moved downwards planting another kiss on his chin, and then again to his neck, licking, biting and sucking till his collarbone. She moved, continuing her ritual, he tasted so good for her, his skin was delicious, her hard nipples touching his body through the clothes.
Harry digged his fingers on her thighs, a moan escaped her lips breathlessly.
Slowly she continued trailing soft kisses down his bare chest , worshipping it, the results of three months of training had paid off, she finally can touch it fully.
She kissed where his heart was thumping underneath fast, she sucked it until she knew there would be an obvious hickey there by the morning… she ran her tongue in slow motion over his nipple, mine, that word was lingering in her head, and made her keep going forward.
The smell of him..the taste of him, it was driving her body over the edge.
She circled her tongue around his nipple and sucked on it, hearing him groan as his hands clenched more onher thighs.
Daphne felt Harry's cock twitch under her, and an answering smirk came across her lips, she was affecting him.
"How does it feel, is it good?" she asked him seductively as she went to the other nipple doing the exact move with a pop.
"I have my own scenarios for the things I want to do to you," Daphne smirked and Harry let out a groan, it was a confirmation to her.
Daphne traced her hands over his thighs, she would let him beg for her and only her, she would be his dream and fantasy as long as she lived, that he would not think of any girl but her.
"Witch! The fuck are you doing to me," Harry groaned.
She heard his breath hitch, she moved her lips drawing kisses down his stomach while her hand smoothed over him, with each groan he was letting, she got wetter in her panties.
Something inside her told her to touch herself, something in her wanted him touching her, but she wanted him to have the full pleasure.
Harry felt blessed, while he was supposed to let her enjoy love making, he was enjoying it instead.
Yet damn, she was doing a fucking great job. he prayed and struggled not to come in his trousers.
Daphne nipped and kissed and sucked on his abs until she reached his trousers.
Harry's eyes was on hers for a moment as she looked at him with hunger even more than she ever was, she was reaching a new level in their relationship, a level and step that once she cross it, there will be no return,
She took a deep breath , and unlocked his belt in a slow way, and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers slowly, slowly.
Jerking it down, she bent down and tugged his shoes off his feet and finally pulled his trousers away from him. She dropped herself between his legs.
"Daphne, don't," He said breathing hard.
"I want to," she reached for his boxers and pulled it down, she tried to fight the blood that was rushing to her cheeks, her heart was beating so fast, trying to jump out of its place. Keep calm, you can do this, follow your instinct. She encouraged herself finally looking at his manhood that was hard in front of her.
She bit her lip, trying to keep herself calm.
Her fingers touched the tip gently, she drew her finger down, feeling his length, amazed by his thickness.
Harry bucked into her grasp, looking again to the ceiling.
Harry moaned. She licked her lips and stared up at him.
"May I?" she asked as she bent trailing soft kisses toward the tip of his cock down to the end of it, surprised by his size. She heard stories, Slytherins were not shy about their personal affairs around one another and girls liked to show off. But this was her first time seeing one, his wasn't huge but he wasn't small either, he was far from average…
She was afraid that he would stop her but she wanted it and now there was no return..
Remember the way, like ice cream! She encouraged herself.
She stroked him gently, then licked it up and down, she finally did it, he tasted salty and…intoxicating.
She swallowed him in, a few seconds later, she dared to turn her eyes toward him, his head was laid back on the pillow, trying to hold his groans…
She knew then that she was doing it right. She sucked as much as she could breathlessly and Harry grasped her hair,making her squirm with wetness.
She pumped her fist up and down at a torturous pace. Harry soon felt his explosion rising again. He bit his lip afraid of having to stop things again, embarrassed by his lack of stamina.
She wanted to see Harry Potter come completely undone by her. When he knew it was close to the point of no return, in an unexpected move he backed away. Now Daphne was panicking, did she make a mistake, she had followed the instructions she learnt.
Feeling a slap of humiliation and sin hitting her in her own mind, she didn't realize that Harry lifted her up like a baby, throwing her on the bed. She looked at him in confusion and before she managed to say anything Harry put a finger on her lips to hush her. He looked dangerous ashe hovered over her.
"A good princess shouldn't do this," he paused, trailing his other hand down her leg, lifting her knee up, she felt fire burning her where his fingers were.
"—besides what kind of gentleman I am if I let my lady please me first…," he whispered softly with a smile.
"You mean… I didn't do anything wrong?" She tilted her head aside asking innocently.
Harry chuckled as he moved her hair strands off her face to see her expression better, he memorized all her expressions.
"I won't let you make me come first, princess … Ladies's needs first," He said kissing her nose.
Harry went to her collarbone , licked it ,sucked it, 'two can play at this game'.
Harry won't be the only person to be marked tonight he believed.
His fingers caressed under her jersey, the sides of her breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples. His hands were warm, in fact his whole body felt like it's burning.
Harry was aware of her heat.
Slowly his tongue licked to the center of her chest, and his hand went to the stupid jersey that forbade him the grace of seeing the beauty of his goddess.
Daphne lifted her arms up to help him take it off, and Harry in a flash peeled it off her and threw it on the floor.
He took a look at her in amaze, she was a beauty in every word.
her hands instantly went to cover her naked breasts but Harry was quick enough to grasp them both with one hand and pushed them up her head.
Daphne was breathing hard as she felt his stares burning a hole in her.
"Don't stare, I know they are small," She said breathlessly, her cheeks burning with heat.
"Not to me, they are perfect," he kissed the gap between her breasts. Her moan vibrated against his lips and he smiled against her skin.
Harry reached up to cup one breast in his hand while his mouth found the other one.
He placed a soft kiss to it , before sucking it into his mouth. He ground his hips into hers as the sensation of having her nipple in his mouth was more overwhelming for him than he expected.
His mouth trailed over her nipple and raised it to a hard , aching point with his tongue.
His thumb brushed her already hardened nipple and caused Daphne to thrust her chest into his touch.
Daphne arched beneath him her hands which were still captured by his hand fisted the pillow beneath her.
"H-Harry!" She gasped.
Harry continued to suckle her breast, pulling back to graze his teeth along her nipple, reveling in the noise it elicited from his shifted his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment Allowing his fingers to pinch the other so it did not miss any attention.
He abandoned her breasts for a while, watching her chest lift up and down with deep breaths.
And slipped his hands to her panties. "Would my princess allow me to remove the rest of her clothes?" He asked her in a purr.
Daphne looked down at him and nodded.
Harry pulled down gently her panties. She was so nervous and felt a cold wave hitting her as she was now fully naked.
Harry stared at the naked maiden, a fairy goddess, he couldn't describe the girl beneath him anymore.
"You're so perfect, I could stay with you here forever," He said and she giggled.
"Tonight is yours," He announced.
"Ours," She corrected him.
He laughed and leaned forward to kiss her .
Before he proceeded to kiss her way down to her belly, paying special attention to her navel, making her hips back against him as it was tickling.
"Ticklish," he teased.
Harry was still wondering how he was behaving this calmly, with a naked witch beneath him and not just any witch.
Of course he was no saint, while cleaning the Dursleys's house, he found a hidden place in the attic where Big D was hiding his porn magazines from his mother and his curiosity had taken over his disgust as he wandered through the pages, augh.
He still remembered the disgusting smell that came out of the magazines.
'Don't ruin the mood with that, you shitty head!'
He pulled his focus to his lovely fairy and kept kissing the delicious skin of hers.
'...It's too warm…the places where Harry's fingers…and lips gently touch…almost melts me...'
His hands reached and grabbed under each thigh before pulling her closer, spreading her legs wider.
"Wait a minute!" Daphne snapped, putting a hand on his mouth to stop him.
Daphne turned around, shaking from shyness.
Harry recovered from the surprising move that came from his wife.
'WHAT SHOULD I DO? I STARTED TO GET NERVOUS!' Daphne's mind was about to explode from anxiety.
"What's wrong, did I do something wrong?"Harry asked worriedly.
"N-No, you are perfectly gentle...it's just, m-my first time and I'm I'm kinda scared."she said , her face flushing with teary eyes,
Harry blinked down at her, he laughed
"It's...it's my first too,shorty" He said, kissing her forehead.
"Now shall we proceed."Harry smirked.
"We shall,"
Harry returned to his own ritual on his wife's body and damn him, he was doing pretty good for a first time.
Daphne felt lava on her sex as she could feel his hot breath on it while her own was stuck in her throat. She grasped the sheets tightly under her .
Her head was a boiling cauldron, if this Is truly the experience of Eden, then she was Eve and Harry was her Adam.
Harry's eyes glowed at the beautiful scene in front of him, her lips were perfectly pink glistening and inviting , he licked his lower lip and started kissing inside her thigh instead,starting from her knee down moving slowly up to her inner thighs.
She was on the edge by those kisses, wanting to scream, both from agony and pleasure.
Billions of sinful ideas popped in her mind,
She wanted his lips on her core immediately. He was killing her with tension.
"You're teasing me, stop it," She told him with force.
Harry smirked for that as he wanted to taste every inch of her body she was sweet . So sweet.
"You knew they say if you play with fire, you get burned." Said his lips moving still on her skin up .
Daphne moaned "and you ahhh* the fire aaaah?" She managed to reply between her moans.
"Does this answer you question."
A shaky loud moan vibrated through the air of the room.
She grasped her pillow strongly , steadying herself in response to the kiss he placed on her mound moving down to the center of all her arousal, using his tongue he flicked her clit , circling it in slow movements.
"Ha–" She moaned in a way she couldn't finish his name as he sucked her most sensitive spot , her legs trembled.
Harry glanced at her then returned to her cunt, Daphne couldn't stop herself but ran her hand to Harry's messy dark hair burying her fingers in it,he wrapped his hands under thighs burying his face into her, he kept licking her wet folds quick licks up and down , she moaned and bucked her hips against his mouth .
Encouraged by her moans he slid gently a finger parting her lips, curling slightly making her eyes roll back .
"You're so perfect, so beautiful, so delicious," he muttered as he heard her moans, his finger kept moving in and out at a steady pace.
She was fighting a losing battle there when his tongue returned to continue his dance on her, letting her all conscience disappear, burying her in a storm of pleasure.
Everything around her became soundless , she couldn't hear the waves of the snowstorm that was hitting the walls of the house anymore.
All she was able to hear was her cries mixed with his groans...nothing mattered, not her life, not her world, not even her soul.
Ecstasy conquered her body and mind.
She spread her legs even further, revealing the small pearl that was nestled in her slick folds.
Harry instinctively knew as her body was shivering beneath him that she was close to the edge, 'not yet'.
He stroked the bud gently with his tongue before sucking on it ,
Daphne couldn't hold her voice .
He hungrily lapped up all of the juices that flowed out from her .
"Sweet," he groaned.
He let out soft growls ; the vibration from his vocal cords stimulated her sensitive nub causing her to cry out even more of pleasure.
Her back arched and her toes were curled in response.
She felt extremely hot as her stomach started to flatter and clench ,searing heat coursing through her veins. The heat became almost unbearable and her body gave one last violent shudder before she came for the very first time. She felt herself somewhere beyond the world,
She soon slammed back to reality and she moved her eyes down him to found him climbing the bed and hover over her to kiss her, his lips was glistening of her juices , crushing her lips in hunger , she tasted herself, and melted down on the bed, and his heavy body on her didn't make it any easier.
She was overpowered by him making her head spin.
They stared at each other's eyes.
This was the first time they looked at each other, not body but soul.
"That feeling you felt moments ago, you did the same to me previously," Harry said with a smile.
Their naked bodies were touching,they felt each other's heart.
"I can't let anyone have what I'm having here,"he said, stroking a few straps of hair to see her eyes, and he gazed deeply into them.
"Yours?"she teased.
"Mine." he nodded, kissing her ear and behind it causing her to giggle.
It tickled her. Somehow his smell was different now to her…
Harry turned to her lips once more to kiss when he felt her hand on his cock, stroking it gently, he buried his head in her neck as she stroked,
"I want you," she whispered to his ear.
"I need to know if you're sure... if truly you are,"
She spread her legs wider to him.
"Is this answer your questions?" she smiled at him.
Harry took himself into his hand and guided his way between her legs.
Daphne took a deep breath as she felt his cock's head at her entrance.
He slightly parted her inner lips and slid inside her burning core slowly, he struggled to catch his breath as hundreds of colours exploded before his eyes.
The delicious hot contractions of her walls already addicting him.
Daphne wrapped her hands around his shoulders, digging her fingers to them hard enough to draw blood as she felt sharp pain, she buried her face in his neck as she felt herself torn apart.
She never expected it to hurt this much, she knew it's painful but not like this… it was as if an eagle was hunting with its claws on its prey, she gasped in pain.
Harry runs his fingers in her hair, brushing it slowly to sway and soothe her pain .
When a sudden sharp beat in his heart caused him to pause.
'You need to continue,' a voice in the back of his head said.
He didn't expect it to feel this way, he felt a wave of cold water running in his veins,replaced seconds later with hotness,her walls were tight around him as he pushed slowly inside her.
An unconnected series of pictures was passing through his train of memories.
Little ball, neighborhood playground, smiling girl.
Something was happening in his mind but the gasp of pain his wife let, snapped him out of it, as he stared down at her shaking body.
"Hush, it will go " he encouraged her as he stayed still for minutes letting her get used to it.
.
.
Daphne started to feel the pain fading away and was replaced by a sense of relaxation. She released her nails from his shoulders. And Harry took it as a sign to continue.
He pulled out slowly then entered again with force, this time Daphne felt no pain.
He let a cry of pleasure and grabbed her hips. He started moving slowly as he looked down at her,
"Look at me," He commanded her. his eyes locked with hers ,
Ice and emerald.
Snake and Lion
Slytherin and Gryffindor.
Pure blood Princess and half-blood knight.
Husband and wife.
After what seemed like eternity, their eyes locked
Harry took Daphne's hand and kissed it's back.
Daphne wanted to cry of his passion and his lust toward her,
She leaned up and kissed him, feeling herself getting pleased by his gentle strokes , she moaned to him while they were kissing, and he let a groan to her lips. soon they found themselves in rhythm.
Him moving his hips back and forth. She tilted her hips up very gently at first to meet with his.
She felt the motion grind their hips together, apparently so he did as he let out a strained, passion filled moan.
"You're so good for me, " he said breathlessly.
"Please…more," she begged him.
Harry obeyed and his thrusts went deeper into her, his pelvis ground against her clitoris.
Daphne was out of breath , he let her hands wander his back exploring him all,her hands fell down his back to his arse she pressed him into her.
"More," she muttered voiceless.
Harry was worshipping his goddess beneath him, his Aphrodite, his Hera, his Persephone or any goddess he knew…
He never expected that the shag could be this heavenly…
"Harry." she moaned.
"Say my name," he ordered her.
"Harr-ah"she tried to.
"I need to hear it or I will stop,"
"Harry, Harry..." she kept calling.
His name coming out of her was a melody and her moans was a prayer.
She was an instrument releasing a symphony of pleasure to him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he teased.
"No, go fa-faster, har-rder" she begged.
Harry pounded into her harder, faster.
She let her hands draw in his back as claws scratching, out of pleasure.
She started feeling her own magic doing his way into him. The pure blessing was almost unbearable.
He was fucking her in such an erratic tempo.
When he slowed, she threw her head back in pleasure and when his pace quickened, she simply screamed his name.
The seal Berz marked it on them in their wedding night is complete, she bent her head over his shoulder to confirm it.
She glanced over his shoulders and saw glowing runes working their ways through his body and hers.
Were the runes her own doing?
She breathed hard as her magic was burning her veins , she closed on her mind.
Starting her own vows.
'let the stars witnessing our union,
let's the gods bless this night,
let the nature finds it way to life,
May the olds and new bless this dynasty, May Spirit of Vasillia bless this marriage,
My blood…
his blood…
their blood…
our blood!'
She finished her prayer and ritual to link her own magic with his, praying that she wasn't wrong.
She grasped his hair with fierce pulling it back looking for his lips, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.
Both bodies were slick with sweat as they eagerly humped each other to ecstasy.
She felt herself getting to a climax and a loud moan escaped her as their tongues were dancing ,Harry sucked her tongue and baited her lower lip. ah he felt her walls tightening around him as he fastened his thrusts.
"I.. Oh God… Harry… I think… again." she muttered incomprehensibly into the junction between his neck and shoulder which had been repeatedly abused by her teeth and nails.
"Just wait… please wait…" he gasped , his lips smashing against hers.
'Whatever it was soundless or not cries, or hot breaths…they all meddled into one,' She pulled away from his kiss.
'This… happiness.'
"I-I Don't think...I can," she replied, shaking.
"Please wait..."
"HARRY! "she screamed before coming violently
Her orgasm triggered his as he spilled his seed into her, her name leaving his lips shaking.
.
.
He collapsed over her breathing hard unable to move , she started running her fingers through his hair in weak motion.
He turned his head to her and gave her a sealing kiss.
He peeled himself off her softly feeling her moan rather than heard it. and rolled into his back he laid over the side on his back after catching some breath. Next to her and thought of every moment he had spent with Daphne, he stopped thinking of her as just a wife, long ago.
"Wow" They both said in one voice.
They laughed for their own expression.
Daphne shifted up to look at him.
"That was….. Unbelievable," she said.
"Was I good for you? " he asked, sounding doubtful.
She curled into him "magnificent,'' she grinned.
"Why the doubt?" She asked, letting her chin on his sweaty chest.
Harry was trying to find words .
But Daphne rushed to answer first.
"You were so fucking great for a first time, I heard that the first time always is painful and weird but it wasn't, how did you knew what to do?"
"I will keep it a secret," Harry said squeezing one cheek of her bare arse.
"Fine! For your information, I do read erotic novels."
"I knew it!" Harry exclaimed causing Daphne to narrow her eyes.
"Harry James Potter,my...hubby," she popped.
Harry had and formed a perfect 'O' and his eyes went wide. Stunned by the word. It was a surprising attack.
"Awwwww No! I finally ended up saying it!" she beamed cheerfully and proudly, "I'm so embarrassed!"
"Shut up!" he groaned, stealing a kiss.
He pressed her close to him and covered their naked bodies with the blanket under them.
"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she murmured to his chest.
The flames of the fireplace died and the candles were off long ago.
They kept hearing the storm outside.
She was leaning her head on his chest in long silence, her eyes examined a new scar on his arm, this one was new.
"I was trying new spells I found in the library and i accidentally cut myself." He blurted as if he was able to read her mind.
"Tried, but you're out of school?" she got confused.
"I found a way to use a wand out of school but hush…No one knows," he squeezed her butt.
Another silence.
"I-I guess, " he whispered, breaking the silence.
"You guess?" She asked to play her finger to his chest in circles.
As he was patterning her bare back.
"What's the word between like and love level?" He enquired.
"Prelove?" she suggested.
"Then I pre-love you."
Daphne stared at Harry's serious expression in wide surprise and shock and her lips parted for a gasp, a warm wave of wind touched her cheekbones.
'Now?' she thought to herself.
"You said something Daph?" his question was paused when he saw the next move she had done.
Daphne took his left arm in both her hands and closed her eyes.
And leaned down, with her warm lips she kissed the back of his hand.
It wasn't a long kiss but for the two of them , it was as if the time stopped around them.
Daphne moved her lips away and instead she put her forehead on the back of his hand, still closing her eyes.
Waiting.
Harry was surprised, his focus on his wife, who was still in the same position.
"Daphne!What are you doing?" Harry asked in low tune, a bit embarrassed.
Daphne kept quiet, her eyes are still closed, her forehead still on his hand.
She was waiting…
For
a blessing
Her husband's own blessing.
Harry instinctively realized what she wanted , and his right hand moved to her head, patting it gently before, before he moved both his hands to her face,
Pulling it up so she could face him.
Stroking her cheeks with the pad of his thumbs.
His emerald eyes were searching for answers until he found them, in her own icey ones.
There were no words but he could see it,No he was able to hear it, what she was trying to say.
Daphne wanted to say it out loud, to say 'you have captured my heart,'
She wanted to tell him of all her content, that she was certain of her feelings towards him.
She was afraid of this world so much. She was afraid to have it, perhaps she had it before she even passed this night.
Harry's lips moved and took a place on her forehead .
Strong passionate, admiration kiss.
"You don't have to say anything,"he said.
"I love you too," she said finally.
Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy decided to make a minor visit to his friend, Cyrus Greengrass.
"Lucius my friend! It's a pleasant surprise," the Greengrass family's head welcomed the blond noble wizard.
He received him in his study room after a chat with a drink to please the soul.
"Well, let's get to the point," Lucius said as he took out a black velvet box from under his cloak.
Cyrus took the box and was puzzled by it, trying not to ask, his curiosity did not help so he decided to open it.
When Lucius did not object, he opened it to find inside an emerald with diamond pendant laying on a velvet pillow. Cyrus glanced in amazement between his friend and the box, the former had pride and pleasure on his face.
"Our Lord would like to see the princess wearing this necklace especially at the ball. He will be disappointed if he does not see it on her. He personally ordered it for her" Lucius said with a mischief smirk.
"The necklace was, a true rarity among the highest quality Colombian emeralds, the cushion cut confers a sophisticated aura to the gem.
Leaves swaying with every movement of the body, three-dimensional petals embrace a fabulous cushion-cut emerald and fancy-shaped diamonds artfully set into a piece with exceptional movement and sparkle. Every aspect of the design is devoted to aesthetic pleasure. With about 200 diamonds, all mounted to illuminate the exquisite centerpiece, the necklace encapsulates the flawless. Our Lord believes her Highness deserves only the highest quality," Lucius chuckled as he explained.
"And she will be grateful for such a gift," Cyrus smiled.
"My friend, I can't wait to see the day, we the purest...rule the world," Lucius's eyes darkened while he fingered the silver wolf's head on tip of his cane.
"Till that day," sighed the Greengrass head.
"Our Lord will grant you a reward for your loyal service," Lucius smirked.
Cyrus bowed his head formally and out of respect as his friend prepared to leave.
"We can't wait to meet her," Lucius smiled.
"I must admit you sent me to cloud nine you and your hot wand, " she said in a lazy voice that made him laugh hard. She laid her head back to his chest.
"Thank you for giving me a night to remember," he murmured, inhaling the scent of her hair.
"No. Thank you," she said leaning into him, "You saved me."
Perhaps she had felt weeks ago, maybe a month, when she jumped on him in the first trip To Hogsmeade, she wasn't certain.
Or was it when he wrote his first letter asking about her health?
She couldn't stand the idea of not seeing him for so long, she had gotten used to seeing his face during breakfast, lunch and dinner.
If she didn't see him, she would loose her appetite.
Stolen glances at each other all the time, despite being in different houses and with different people, they felt like they were next to each other.
Before him she couldn't stand looking at her reflection in the mirror, reaching a point and getting disgusted by it.
Now she loved herself, she loved taking care of herself not just for the facade...for the boy who was sleeping next to her.
Harry always praised her beauty with honesty, he brought her back to life.
Even her wild side that was sleeping for so long to the forgotten had been awakened.
She wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"What's wrong? " He asked worriedly.
"I can't stand the idea of being away from you," she said, closing her eyes.
He gave her kisses on her head and eyebrow.
"Good night, Daphne"he whispered closing his eyes,
She did not reply, she stared at his face intently, taking in his young handsome features and put her head on his chest, closing her eyes.
Sleep soon found its way to the pair as they slept in the warmth of each other.
'So many things happened till now… Probably all sorts of things but today I finally became Harry's wife in body and soul.'
In the pitch black darkness, nothing could be seen, just being wrapped in Harry's warmth endlessly, the royal witch fell into the pit of love.
So...
Our lovebirds finally had their wedding night tehee (๑•́ω•̀๑)
We had a glimpse of the Vasillian secret, Daphne have a great powers behind her cute face, but why would the nature punish her with such a hard punishment.
Is Cyrus is traitor?
Will Harry know about the fruit of eden?
In the next chapter, (●Ε●)ゝᶜⁱᵃᵒ
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