Chapter 15: You Are To Forget This

Daphne Greengrass fell to the ground, screaming and writhing in pain as she struggled to get up immediately, lest she end up being trampled underfoot.

The Battle of Hogwarts had reignited into nothing less than a riot, with the defenders of the castle rushing the conquerors after the former should have been already defeated.

Daphne had only just managed to get to her knees when a group of Dumbledore's Army veterans was on her – seeing her Slytherin robes, they appeared intent on literally tearing her limb from limb. She tried to dive into the pockets of her robes for her wand, for self-defense, even as she no longer wanted to fight. Whoever won this final, desperate bout would win the wizarding world, and honestly, Daphne could care less who emerged victorious!

….. Though, she had to admit, in a way that she hadn't been able to for weeks, even to herself, that it would be slightly worse if the Dark Lord somehow managed to triumph.

A DA member nearly wrenched her arm out of his socket, and Daphne screamed.

All at once, there was a BANG! and a flash of light, which now caused all of Daphne's tormentors to go flying back, repelled by the hex. In the smoke and the chaos, Daphne felt someone grip her arm. Eyes glancing wildly about, she could not see the person who had grabbed her – only hear his voice: a man, authoritative, and she found herself obeying him without question.

"Come on…. over here….. Do as I say…. Through the door - QUICKLY, move!"

Daphne and her….. perhaps rescuer? Perhaps kidnapper? ….. ducked into a little-used classroom just off the Entrance Hall. With a strangled cry of rage, Daphne whipped out her wand as soon as the interloper had foolishly dropped her arm; spinning, she pinned him up against a shelf of potions so that whatever cloak was covering him fell away.

When he appeared, almost out of thin air, Daphne nearly dropped her wand, and she gasped. "You?!" she croaked, ice-blue eyes popping. "How?!..."

Harry Potter, resurrected and against all probability alive, actually gulped. "You were in trouble…." he replied by way of explanation.

"I knew that!" Daphne snapped, scoffed at him – her dire predicament had been rather self-evident.

What wasn't so self-evident was why he would save her…..

They were both panting, breathing hard, and for the first time Daphne realized just how close they were: her hands were splayed across his chest from how she was pinning him to this stack of potion stores; Potter's arms were hovering along her own, as if he was trying to keep her at arm's-length, if only to just protect himself from her attacking him.

"I….. I should….." Daphne gulped for air, lifting her eyes to his, shaken. "….. I should say thank you….."

"You don't have to," Harry murmured.

Time seemed to stand still. The only sound in this damn classroom, practically a broom cupboard, was their heavy breathing. Beyond the door, shouts could be heard from those surging to join the fight.

In a split second, Daphne made her decision. Grinding her teeth so that they set on edge, she suddenly and sharply pressed herself into Harry, pushing them both up against the shelving.

"You are to forget what is about to happen," she growled. Then, even as she pulled him close, Daphne roughly, fiercely, almost angrily, shoved her lips onto his and kissed him.

Daphne was rather embarrassed to say that she had – more than once – envisioned something happening like this, between Potter and her. What she hadn't counted on was her making the first move.

As she felt Potter's arms relax and go about her from where he had stiffened upon their lips meeting in a bruising kiss, Daphne gasped in utter amazement as she felt the man kiss her back.

She closed her eyes.

Her lips parted, fell open willingly, under his as a curious hum bubbled up from the back of her throat.

"Hmmmm?... Mmmmmmhmmmmmmm…."

Trembling, Daphne looped her arms around Harry's neck, her long fingers weaving into his jet-black, untamed hair. The Chosen One and the recovering Death Eater recruit embraced. The kiss deepened. Deepened into something that, to her ever-bewildered astonishment, Daphne could only classify as a snog.

One hand curling at the back of her neck to tilt her head back so he could kiss her even more deeply, Harry's other palm dipped below the soft curve of Daphne's waist and gripped the smart curve of her buttocks through her robes. Daphne gasped. In any other context, with any other man, she would have hexed the cheeky bleeder on the spot.

Now, in one fluid motion, she was helping Harry to grip the inside of his thigh, as he how hiked it up to his hip, where Daphne now curled it, at the back of their knee.

Their pelvises were now pressed together and Daphne whimpered in shock upon feeling the clear evidence of Potter's desire for her. Wanting her….

"Hmmmm….. Mmmmmmmm…" Squeaking, Daphne finally, reluctantly, wrenched free of the kiss, and she and Harry broke apart, both of them panting. She was almost amused by how thunderstruck Harry appeared.

For a moment, Daphne considered hexing him with Obliviate – after all, she had ordered him to forget what had now just passed between them. She held back only due to the unforeseen consequences of wiping someone's memory if you even attempted to just wipe clean one memory that had immediately preceded.

Besides…. Potter would need all of his wits if he had any hope of…..

Daphne stepped out of his arms, finding it difficult to look at him. Her round and firm breasts were heaving under her bodice and robes like a bellows. When she next spoke, she sounded breathless.

"Go get him, tiger…."

She jerked sharply as she felt Harry make a deliberate move into her. Daphne felt the man tilting her head back, and before she knew what was happening, he was kissing her on the mouth again. Against her better judgment, she melted, water-soft, and held the kiss, even returning it a little, though her blue eyes nonetheless popped at his gall and she let out another squeak.

The kiss ended with a pronounced POP! Then, Harry was flinging that blasted Invisibility Cloak over himself and lunging out of the broom cupboard, classroom or whatever it was, rejoining the fray.

Daphne could only stand there, running her tongue and then her hand over her flushed and kiss-swollen lips, stunned.

Her very-kissed lips that now, in the sight of no one, slowly upturned into a soft smile.