Today was the biggest day of my life. Today was the day that everything changed.

I was once like all little girls. I would dream of the perfect wedding, marrying the perfect man, live happily ever after. A man who would love me until the day I died. I would have the most beautiful wedding dress in the world, and a massive gathering of friends, family, admirers, and press at my wedding ceremony.

But some dreams never come true. One out of every three witches go through the same thing as me; a marriage contract. Rarely seen in the muggle world nowadays, this old tradition still has practical use in my world. But that didn't mean I had to like it. Actually, it didn't matter if I liked it or not, it was my parent's decision. They are securing my future, as well as their own.

Money speaks, and that's the end of it. The war against the Dark Lord effected many families, and my own was not spared. Their business took a huge hit, and while we were never a rich family, we don't have any money to spare nowadays.

Well, until they received my bride price. My parents received a large amount of gold, gold that I will never see. But in exchange, my mind, body, and soul is pledged to a person that I probably won't like, and who is probably dumb, ugly, old, and someone who I will certainly never love.

In many cases, marriage contracts are set up between old rich purebloods and young girls like me. They pay for us to be their fuck toy until the day their die, and give them children to continue their line. That may be blunt, but saying we are there to 'keep them company' doesn't convey my feelings about my situation enough.

From the minute I got my official Hogwarts letter I knew that everything would change. There was a very strong possibility that I would be married to some old guy, and if I had good genes, I would be nothing but a trophy wife, or if I had bad genes, nothing but a baby spewing house wife. That story has been told for centuries.

But that did not stop me from doing my best in school, and getting the most out of Hogwarts that I could. My OWL results were some of the best, but I scored the best grades on the NEWTS in the entire year. It may have been for nought because of the contract and my obligations to my husband, but it was for my own sake of mind. I did the best I could for myself and no one else.

My time at Hogwarts was not what you would call normal. Being in Slytherin does not give you many friends amongst the students of Hogwarts. My best friend's family actually moved away from England last year because of the Dark Lord. She was the only half-blood in Slytherin, her family deemed the country too unsafe, and I can't blame them.

I've never had a boyfriend, which I suppose is lucky for everyone, because being a virgin gets a premium bride price. Then again, I can't say that not having an option about when and where I lose it is really a great feeling.

But that's my future; keeping the house warm and my legs wide open.

I had mixed feelings when my parents finally told me that the contract was finished, and that my future husband was actually in the same year as me at Hogwarts. It was good that it wasn't some old guy, but being the same age as me didn't easy my fear. There were a lot of boys in my year who I did not like, or who I was indifferent too but wouldn't want to be friends with. And some of them came from rich pureblooded families. Also, since they were my age, that meant I wouldn't outlive them and inherit all their assets in a few years. I might have to kill him if the situation is not to my liking, but only time will tell.

My parents did tell me it wasn't Malfoy, so that was a small consolation. He showed interest in me at school, but I don't think his father would allow him to take me since my family has only been in England for four generations. While we couldn't trace our ancestry back to the Founder's era, it is possible that my Swedish roots extend to Viking ancestry, and they did conquer England for a time around the Founder's era.

But when I finally found out who it was… I was astonished. That person would have been my last guess next to Ron Weasley.

He was currently laughing and sharing a post-ceremony cigar with his godfather Sirius Black.

The wedding was a done deal. We tied the knot, so to speak, over an hour ago. When the contract vows were said, it was his prerogative to kiss me on the lips, but he merely kissed my hand. He could have taken me to his home that instant and chained me up in his dungeon, but he didn't.

I'm not quite sure what to make of him. I never really talked to Harry during school, aside from a few class related things. I never rooted against him or cheered for him during any of his escapades. I pretty much pretended that the Boy-Who-Lived did not exist. It was not hard to do; he was rather reclusive, and even shy.

I don't know why he picked me of all people, and even getting married using a contract of all things. He isn't pureblood, but he is the Black heir. That wouldn't mean anything though until Sirius died, and he's barely forty. I don't think I'm particularly attractive either. I don't wear much makeup, if any, I keep my hair plain, I'm tall and thin, and I have no butt. And if he wanted someone intelligent, he could have picked Granger. It's certainly not for my personality either; he didn't know me at all.

I'm baffled. He could have had any girl he wanted, literally. As the country's savior, he probably could have had married women give up their devoted husbands for him. Harry wasn't particularly handsome, but with his new glasses he wasn't bad on the eyes. His intelligence was fairly average as well, except for Defense, and for obvious reasons.

This wasn't quite the wedding ceremony I dreamed of as a little girl, not even close. I had no friends here, and neither did Harry. It was just my parents and my sister, Harry's godfather, Harry, and the officials overseeing the whole thing.

Harry, sharing another laugh, was putting out his cigar as Sirius patted his back. He then turned his attention to me.

I was sitting with my sister Astoria, but I wasn't talking much. I didn't have much to say, and I was trying to hide my emotions and thoughts. My life was essentially over. I was no longer in control of my own destiny.

Harry stood next to me, looking pretty good in formal wear, but it was easy to tell that he didn't like it.

I had trouble looking at him, I was afraid I was going to cry. He raised his hand up to me and for a second I thought he was going to slap me. Instead he gently lifted my chin up until I was looking at him in the eyes.

"It's time, Daphne. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to take good care of you."

Oddly enough, his words were not very comforting. I merely nodded my head and extended my hand. He took it, and we disappeared from the wedding and appeared a second later at a place I didn't recognize. Apparition is quite disorienting when the other person is the one pulling you along.

It was a large villa, and if the sound of waves was anything to go by, it was on a beach. It could be an island, but I can't tell for sure.

"Where are we?" I asked. He didn't let me go and gently pulled me towards the house.

"Southwest coast of Italy," Harry told me as we walked towards the entrance. Continuing towards the door, I could feel the protective magics snap into place as they ensorcelled us.

The inside was quite nice as well. He gave me the grand tour right away. The decorations were not extravagant or super luxurious, but it was a step above what I was used too. The furniture probably should have been picked out by an expert, or a woman, but it could have been worse. At least it was matching.

It did not escape my notice that the place had electricity. I know a little bit about muggle technology. My parents business involved both worlds, but supply and demand needs both, and with the war, the balance completely vanished. And my best friend is a half-blood, so I got a little exposure that way. But I wouldn't call myself an expert, or even comfortable around technology.

After showing me the hot tub, spa, and later the main bathroom with what Harry called a 'Jacuzzi' in it, Harry led me to his bedroom. Well, I guess it's technically our bedroom. I don't know. I don't know what he expects from me.

He led me over to the bed and took both of my hands in his own. He then looked down at me. "You know what has to happen."

It was a statement, not a question. I nodded my head reluctantly. "Consummation." I may have said it a little bit more frostily that I intended, and I may have started to cry.

"I'm not trying to be the bad guy here."

"Why me? Why did you pick me out of all of the women in the world? You could have had anyone."

"Out of everyone, I picked you."

"Why though? What makes me so special? You don't even know me."

"You're right. I know of you, but I don't know you. I hope that changes. I do know that out of everyone at Hogwarts, you were the only person in our year or the year below that no one had a single bad thing to say about. I did a lot of looking around, and found out that you are intelligent; you have a strong personality, you've never dated, and you are very pretty. Well, I found out that last part with my own eyes if I'm honest."

"Why a marriage contract?" I asked. "I don't think anyone would have predicted that you would go this route."

"Because I don't think I'm physically capable of going through the whole process of dating and falling in love with a girl. I don't know what it's like to be loved, and I just don't really care about that anymore. I want to have fun, and I hope that maybe you'll have fun with me. I don't mind telling you my whole life story, but I think it is too unpleasant of a story to tell tonight. I just want to have fun now that I fulfilled the prophecy."

"So you want to... have sex with me. I am a virgin you know. I've never even kissed a boy. But you on the other hand, if the rumors are true, are quite the ladies man. I would like it if you would at least tell me who you've been with before. I think I have the right to know."

Harry hesitated for a moment. It looked like he was trying to form a list or something. "I'm not up to date on all the gossip surrounding me, but I can tell you that that particular rumor is not true. They say I have slept with a lot of people, when if you ask around, no one ever has a name, and of all the likely people you'd think I've done it with, they are all wrong."

"So you haven't slept with anyone?" I asked incredulously.

"I didn't say that. I'd like to have an honest relationship, or at least try to. I didn't sign the contract for money, or for political power or any of that nonsense, and I'd like to think my trust is worth something."

"So who was your first?"

"Fleur Delacour," he answered with no hesitation.

"Really?" I respond with some surprise.

He nodded his head. "I was her first as well, believe it or not. I saved her sister in the second task, and she asked how she could repay me. When I told her what I wanted as a joke, she said she would do it. I was very surprised when she went through with it. It was kind of awkward since we both didn't really know what to do, and I was just a skinny fourteen year old and she's a hot quarter veela…"

His sentence trailed off. "Was it a onetime thing?"

"No. We both wanted to practice and get better, and it was fun and pleasure, and as we continued, we started to grow fond of each other. I liked her a lot, but I wouldn't say I loved her. I was young, and the word love was meaningless, still is really. But I never got the chance to know if something more would occur. We only had sex four times, but I'll always remember them. Voldemort took her from me. Killed her right in front of me. I thought it would be cool, both of us taking the Triwizard cup at the same time, but in the end, it cost her life."

I started to cry. It was a sad tale, coming from a guy who has lost more in his life than anyone else. I was and wasn't surprised that his first time was with Fleur Delacour. He was Harry Potter after all, and it would only make sense that he shagged a Veela. The fact that she was a virgin was kind of sweet too.

"Any others?"

"It would be over a year until my next time. Nymphadora Tonks. She was an Auror. At the end of the fifth year I was hopelessly depressed, after hearing a prophecy saying that I was destined to fight Voldemort. No one else could kill him but me. The Chosen One and all that cliché bullshit. She was one of several people that Dumbledore assigned to guard me, but she was one of the only ones who actually cared about my feelings. Sirius was still wanted and on the run, and couldn't do much for me at the time. But Tonks knew how to cheer me right up. She had more experience than me, being six years older, but we still had good times together. I liked her a lot, but again, Voldemort killed her as well."

Harry put on a stoic image. His eyes didn't even water, but I could tell by his voice and subtle demeanor change that he was still sad about both deaths.

"Anyone else?" I hesitate to ask.

"Only one other. Luna Lovegood." I didn't show my surprise, but it was surprising. "She's a good friend, and it was a favor she asked of me actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Luna knew that her classmates didn't really like her. She didn't want to leave Hogwarts not knowing what it felt like to be with a man, so I obliged her. She wanted it to happen before I left Hogwarts as well. She was… creative, I'll give her that. She's a good friend, but I don't think romance ever entered the equation for either of us. The last time I had sex was over a year ago."

He shrugged at the last thing he said. Luna was still alive, so I guess that was meant to mean that nothing was going to happen between him and him, but he was entitled to as many mistresses as he want. It was the terms of the contract that was agreed upon.

"So I guess I'm your trophy, the hero's trophy for saving the nation. You kill the villain and pick your reward, regardless of whatever I had planned for my own life."

"I'm offering everything I have to you. I'm offering you a life that you may not have gotten if someone else signed the contract. A hundred year old fat man could be pawing at you right now, caring nothing about you except for your womb. I don't want children. I'm eighteen for fucks sake, I just need a break from the world, and preferable with a beautiful girl to wake up to in the morning."

I didn't respond to him, and neither of us talked for a minute or two. I do notice him inching closer to me though. He placed his hands on my shoulders before he reached down and started to tug at my blouse's buttons, one at a time.

I close my eyes, trying to hide my emotions. He really was going to do it. He bought me, and it was his prerogative to seal the deal. It was his right.

"We don't have to do this tonight if you don't want to," Harry said suddenly.

I don't answer right away. "It doesn't matter if its tonight or a month from now, it doesn't change the fact that it's going to happen, and it doesn't change the fact that it doesn't matter what I think, or that I don't want to do it."

He paused in the slow declothing of my body. "I'm going to go slow. I won't be rough with you. I want you to enjoy this as well, but the first time is painful, probably more so with me. It will be fun, maybe not the first time, maybe not even the second time, but eventually you will see that sex is something that is meant to be enjoyed, not feared."

I didn't have to ask what he meant by extra painful with him. I knew the rumors, and that one was a more common one. Even Teen Witch Weekly wrote about his apparent size, marking him at an impressive eight inches. I don't pretend to be an expert in that area, but from what I gather, that is quite large. On the other hand, he says he's only slept with three girls, and none of them would be the kind of girl to blabber to the press about it. Harry wouldn't pick a girl like that. It's just not something that's talked about in polite company.

His fingers trailed along my shoulder blades and he pulled me close. "I like your hair," he whispered to me as he buried his face in my light blonde locks.

After spending nearly five minutes just toying with my hair, he continued on his quest, but not without nibbling on my ear.

He wasn't much taller than me, if at all. I was probably the second tallest girl in the year, behind Millicent Bulstrode, and she had three inches on me or more.

The seconds ticked by as Harry took my blouse off, revealing my bra. His eyes lit up when he spotted my breasts. I guess they were hard to miss after all; I was not exactly flat-chested.

"Oh my, these are nice," Harry whispered to me. I kept my eyes closed as he gently cupped my chest through the cloth. I never thought Harry Potter of all people would be the one to be pawing at my body. Traditional purebloods wouldn't give them a second glance, all that mattered was the womb in my body.

Harry stopped playing with the lace of my bra in favor of removing my pants. I stood there as he exerted all the effort to reveal my goods.

My pants fell to the ground, revealing my smooth legs, small hips, and smaller underwear. I wore what I felt was comfortable, nothing more, nothing less.

I was in nothing my bra and panties now. Harry started running his hands over my lean midsection. I was a slim girl, skinny almost, and probably not an ideal weight, but I wouldn't call myself unhealthy.

He gently pushed against me, forcing me to sit down on the large king size bed. Harry quickly shrugged out of his shirt and pulled off his pants leaving himself in his boxer shorts underwear. He was a lot more muscular than I would have thought. Wizards aren't known for their physical capabilities, and being a Seeker in Quidditch doesn't exactly do anything to fix that. I would admit that he was physically attractive, but I wasn't feeling the appeal and I wasn't attracted to him just on looks. I was more worried about the now. I didn't think this situation would unfold like this, with Harry Potter of all people. It wasn't me being star struck, but this guy is one of the most well known wizards on the Earth, and I'm a nobody.

He pulled off both my shoes and tossed them to the side. I didn't dress lavishly for the contract ceremony. I didn't dress seductively or sexy or anything like that. I'm not that kind of person, and I wanted to retain the little dignity that I could.

And then I felt something wet in between my legs, and I realized that Harry was licking my inner thigh. It sent goosebumps up my body because it was such a strange sensation. He trailed his tongue all the way up my body until he stopped at my bra. He wrapped his arms around me and unfastened the clasp. He then delicately removed the lacy black bra, revealing my large pale breasts. My rosy nipples hardened from the sudden nakedness, something that Harry didn't fail to notice.

"So nice…" Harry whispered reverently. "Absolutely perfect."

His hands caressed my left breast first, and then the right. I kept my eyes closed, but it was slightly amusing. I don't get the fascination with breasts; they're essentially just bundles of fat. But he seemed to be enjoying them, so whatever.

"Firm and round, yet still so soft," he murmured. "Simply magnificent."

He wasn't rough. He knew exactly how to play with them. I would even admit that I enjoyed it slightly. It felt good, the way he suckled lightly on each nipple, but I wouldn't tell him that. He'd tweak them as well, pushing them together and jiggling them around, and it was actually quite amusing. It took a bit of effort to not laugh or giggle.

But then his attention shifted. His face drifted from my ample cleavage to down lower. He planted kisses down my stomach until he suddenly stopped. I looked down to see what he was doing.

I could see the obvious tenting in Harry's underwear, and I'll admit that made me feel good. Harry found me physically attractive, and while I never really put much stock into physical appearances, the fact that I turned him on was flattering. Being pureblood did not put me above that, not at eighteen years old. It was good for my self esteem.

I guess Harry figured out how to unwrap the package, my gift ungiven. He looped a finger from each hand around the band of my panties and gentled pulled them off, and that was that.

Harry spread my legs open slightly to get a better view, and I felt myself tensing up. "Just relax," he whispered to me. "Everything will be all right."

"I can't" I whispered back. "I'm nervous. This isn't what I'd imagined for my first time."

"I promise this will be better than what you thought," he responded. "Oh nice, clean shaven. I like that."

I didn't respond, but instead felt a sudden presence between my legs. Harry's tongue started to explore my folds and it was an odd sensation. I don't like body hair, so I remove it to feel cleaner. I didn't think that it would really matter to a male, but I won't pretend to understand what goes through a male's mind either.

It was almost as if I was having an out of body experience, with Harry Potter lapping at my clitoris. It felt good, pleasurable even. It was apparent that he had done it before, but I wouldn't call him an expert. Then again, to someone like me who's never been pleasured like that before, it wouldn't be that hard to accomplish. It's hard to fight bodily instincts.

His tongue probed me, and his fingers explored me, but my virginal skin prevented him from getting too far in. The feelings though, it was more mental right now than pleasurable. Harry Potter was lapping at my pussy. Harry Potter. Mine.

I was feeling really good, almost blissful, and my breathing was starting to fluctuate, but suddenly Harry removed his face. I opened my eyes to see what he was doing, and suddenly the blissful feeling is all but gone at the sight of Harry pulling off his underwear.

I'll say one thing. The gossip about his size was off a bit. He was larger. Who would have thought that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Chosen One, Hero, Savior, was also very well endowed?

I was actually scared now. He was going to split me in half, utterly destroy me with his very long, thick cock. Nothing prepared me for that, literally. I'm as inexperienced and unknowledgeable as they come.

"Relax your muscles. I'm going to take good care of you. You're ready, just feel yourself, that's not my saliva." He grabbed my hand and brought it down to my pussy. "It's wet because of you. That's your body responding."

"I don't think it'll fit. I'm too thin."

"Nonsense, you're perfect. It's only a penis – this is the most natural act in the world."

Rubbing his cock against my opening, Harry spread my natural lube on his shaft. He positioned me better so my butt was right on the edge of the bed. I held in my breath as he separated my legs and push his large tip against my entrance.

"You're so beautiful that I don't want to hurt you. I won't lie, but this is going to be painful at first. But it will be worth it in the end, trust me."

I hate those words; trust me. I dread those words. No good can ever come from those words. But if you can't trust Harry Potter, who can you trust

"Be gentle, please." I looked at him right in the eyes, imploring him.

"I'm going to go slow. Take a deep breath."

I grabbed his arm very tightly and held my breath. He grabbed my hips and pushed against me. My lips spread wide, and it was so uncomfortable that I squirmed back off it.

"Relax, Daphne, Relax. I got you."

I don't respond and seconds later I feel his hard throbbing cock right against that barrier that is my sole proof of my virginity. Was.

I screamed loud. It hurt so much. It felt like he split me in half, and I'd swear I heard my hips pop. I felt him rip right through that stupid piece of tissue, and I knew I was bleeding, I could feel it seeping down my leg, just like I could feel him a good four inches inside of me.

"Oh, oh oh oh, hurts so much," I cried.

"Breathe, just breathe," he cooed to me.

Tears poured from my eyes as he slipped another inch inside of me. He took it slow, very slow, but it was so painful.

And then he started to pull out. That was no better. Inch after agonizing inch he thrust in slowly, and retracted himself even slower. He stroked my cheek and whispered soothing words in my ear. It was so painful I could hardly breathe, let alone scream.

"So tight. So good." Harry muttered to himself, over and over.

I lost track of time, but eventually he withdrew completely, leaving me feeling completely empty. That was not a good feeling either. "If you relax a bit, it won't be so painful."

I couldn't relax because it was so painful. He threw himself on the bed next to me and gently turned me so my back was facing him. He threaded his cock in between my legs from behind, snaking it up towards my navel. It was thick, and I felt it twitch slightly.

Suddenly he pulled it all the way back and penetrated me in one swift motion. I couldn't help it and cried out in pain again. My pussy lips stretched wide as his bulging cock pushed inside me. They felt thin and raw and I continued to whimper as his slowly thrust in and out. I tried not to contract my muscles on him, but I couldn't help it.

Slipping one hand under my body, Harry grabbed my right breast, and his other hand found its way down to my clit. His hand rubbing my clit felt very good, but the pain of him inside me was still there. I was raw and sore, and the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure were not helping.

I gasped, "Ah, Ah, oh… oh…"

My breathing altered against my will and a mix of painful gasps and pleasurable moans escaped my lips.

"That's right, come for me Daphne, come for me. Oh, that feels so good. You feel so good. You're so beautiful."

I was breathing so heavily that I could not respond, and the feeling building inside of me was only increasing.

And then I just exploded. The orgasm screamed through my body, shaking me to the core. I tightened around his cock, halting his movements.

For just a few seconds, I felt pretty good, but as the orgasm began to fade, the pain was still there, waiting.

"You're real wet now girl," Harry responded, increasing his pace to show me.

"You came real good. You're feeling one thing, but your body is telling me different."

I'm was so worn and sore that I could barely move, and I felt like I was completely at Harry's mercy. He could ravage me all night, at there wouldn't be a single thing I could do about it, and my wand was nowhere near me.

But, as if he was reading my mind, he suddenly pulled out, leaving me with the feeling of emptiness again, and relief. He turned me back over, so my breasts were pointing up in the air.

Harry started pumping on his shaft using both hands. Watching him go at it for around a minute, I saw his balls retract and a second later he was spraying me with his hot load. My eyes went wide as shot after shot landed all the way up my body, but he purposefully didn't aim at my face, and my breasts took the majority of the spray.

"That felt good," Harry sighed in relief and pleasure. "I'm sorry that hurt so much, but the next time is always better."

Reaching into his discarded pile of clothes, Harry withdrew a slender, pure white, intricately designed wand. He gave it a small swish and his ejaculate disappeared from my body. I don't think it went unnoticed that I didn't touch his penis at all, and I didn't want to. The sex was completely one sided, which is what I think we both expected. It didn't last more than five minutes, but I was glad it was over.

I was sore, and exhausted, and I didn't even do anything but lay there. Not to mention that I was bloody, and I could still be bleeding. I tentatively reached my hand down to my vagina and felt my lips. I gave an involuntary gasp of pain when I touched myself. "Uhg," I moaned. My labia were raw and sore, and probably bright red.

"I'm going to take care of you," Harry told me once again.

"You did this to me, you fix it," I groaned.

"I got just the thing," he responded.

I would have been happy for a pain numbing charm, but instead Harry picked me up. He wasn't rough - he was the exact opposite. He cradled me very gently in his arms, and carried me into the bathroom.

Setting me down on a soft rug, Harry started tinkering with the large bathtub labeled 'Jacuzzi'. A few seconds later, hot water was indicated by the presence of steam. Oh fuck yes.

Picking me up once again so I was in Harry's strong arms, he gently set me down in the water. He put a waterproof pillow under my head before stepping into the tub himself. I took a deep breath and let myself relax, the water was so nice.

I heard a weird humming noise and saw Harry messing with a few knobs on the side of the large tub, and suddenly bubbles and water jets were coursing though the water.

"That feels so good," I whisper to myself, briefly forgetting that there was another person in there with me.

"Good, good," responded Harry. "The rejuvenation is just as pleasurable as the act itself."

My eyes were closed, so the splashing was the only indicator of Harry moving next to me. The tub was quite large and there was a lot of room to move around. I was too comfortable to shift myself away.

I felt his arm reach around me and I heard him pick something up. I cracked my eyes open and saw him leaning over the edge of the tub with his wand pointing out the door. Something flew into his hand, something that sounded like paper ripping.

Suddenly he was holding something in front of me. I blinked a few times before realizing what it was, and I bit down on it.

Chocolate.

It was so good, words could not describe it. I let out a small moan of pleasure, and I hoped Harry did not hear it. It was rich chocolate too, and it just gave my system a nice boost.

It didn't heal my soreness, but it sure did raise my morale and spirits. I finished that bar of chocolate off in under a minute and reclined my body back in satisfaction. "That was good."

"There could be more of that in your future," Harry replied with a smile. I didn't see the smile, but I could practically hear it. If he gave me a few more bars of chocolate, I may even participate in the sex. Maybe.

I closed my eyes for around five minutes, but I had too much on my mind to fall asleep, along with a persistent soreness between my legs and inside me. He didn't even penetrate me fully, yet I felt like he crippled me for life.

But, aside from the pain and soreness, I didn't hate him, or even dislike him. If he wants to treat me like a princess, that was fine by me. It's better than the alternative.

Suddenly he was right next to me and before I could blink, he slid his body underneath mine so I was sitting in between his legs and my head leaning on his chest. He stroked my hair back so it was behind my ears and then out of nowhere he was holding another bar of chocolate under my nose.

"Are you trying to fatten me up?" I ask lightheartedly.

"Not at all. You're perfect the way you are," he tells me once again. He's been laying the praise on all night.

His hands gripped my shoulders and he started to massage me. Damn him if he didn't do that perfectly. It felt really good, and chewing on a second bar of chocolate while in a great bathtub, I was feeling pretty great.

I finished the second chocolate bar off quite fast as well, and I continued to relax nicely while Harry massaged my shoulders. He was a lot better at it than I would have thought.

A bit of time passed, I'm not sure how much, but I noticed that he was no longer massaging my shoulders, but instead, he was massaging my breasts.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"These are awesome," Harry told me flat out. I couldn't argue with that, I liked my breasts too. It wasn't their size, even though they may very well be the largest in the year behind Sue Bones who was twice my weight, but they have a very nice shape that goes well with my body type. I was tall, yet slim, and I liked my graceful curves. I'm just not the type to flaunt them.

He started working me, soaping me up. He washed my hair and washed me legs very carefully. He took in every detail of my body as he cleaned me, as he pampered me. But he always went back to my breasts. He just kept soaping them up and rubbing them for what seemed like an hour.

"I'm tired Harry," I admitted.

"Alright. Let's get you out before we become raisins."

He grabbed a bunch of soft fluffy towels and handed me two. I put them around myself, but not before looking down at my breasts. I could practically see my reflection in them. "Wow, they're shiny."

Harry actually looked abashed and he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I just can't get enough of them. Your body is a pleasant surprise and a bonus from what I was expecting. I kind of wish I'd gotten to know you during school, but the past is the past. I just can't wait until you get comfortable enough around me to open up, and have an intellectual conversation."

"Tomorrow's another day."

"True. Let's get you changed for bed. Being the gentleman I am, you can have your own room if you want, or you can sleep here with me. I don't want to force you into anything; I just want you to see everything I have to offer."

That was an unexpected offer. He would let me sleep in my own bed, in this large, unfamiliar house. It didn't take me thought to realize that Harry, as little as I knew about him, was the most familiar thing in the house. "No, no, Merlin save me, but against all odds, Potter, I'm your wife."

"That's right… Potter." He replied back with a smile. Those words hit me hard. My name was now Daphne Potter, no longer Daphne Greengrass.

"I bought some clothes for you, but I don't know how much of it will fit. I took a guess, and after seeing you first hand, my guess was wrong."

He led me into a large walk in closet where one wall was full of Harry's clothes, while the majority was empty except for a few feminine outfits. He opened a drawer, pulled out a nightgown, and tossed it to me.

Leaving the closet, Harry left me to my own business, which surprised me. I removed my towels and after drying my hair with a charm, I put the nightgown on. It was a nice piece being made of silk, very comfortable and not too revealing. I decided to take a quick look at what else was in the drawers.

There was no lingerie, but there were several other night gowns. Actually, they were several silk chemises, all quite sexy, a few provocative negligees, and a couple night shirts with comfortable looking shorts.

He could have given me a seriously skimpy piece of sleepwear, yet he gave me something that was soft and comfortable, and something that would make me for more secure about myself. It was thoughtful, and ignoring the fact that he sexed me up earlier, he hasn't made me feel bad about myself, and my integrity is still intact. He actually made me feel wanted, but I don't know if I could reciprocate those feelings. This was unfamiliar territory for me.

Walking back out into main bedroom, I saw that Harry was already in the bed, his glasses sitting on the nightstand. His piercing green eyes met mine, the first time I've seen him without his glasses.

I noticed that he had no shirt on, his defined chest not covered by the blankets. He could have been naked, and I hesitated joining because I was scared of his cock. But the bed looked so soft, and the blankets, warm.

My footsteps were cautious but I slid under the blankets as Harry raised them for me. My body relaxed when I saw he wasn't naked. He patted the spot next to him and I saddled over to him.

"I don't bite," he said, and I return a shy, hesitant smile.

I tucked a large, soft pillow behind my head and another in between my legs. It eased the soreness I was still feeling.

Harry turned the lights off by waving his wand at the light switch. I vaguely noticed that it was electricity, but that didn't bother me. Muggles can do some damn clever stuff.

Not protesting, Harry wrapped his arm around my stomach, pulling me close. I felt safe in his arms, even if I did want to cry. He was Harry Potter after all. I fell asleep a minute later.