The Quarantined Duo
DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP.
Author's Note: Neither of them have a normal home life. I'm not trying to say that Daphne's family is good, proper or normal.
Chapter Two
While Harry was reading the voice of the school nurse was heard coming from the ceiling, "Are you both hearing me?"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said.
"Miss Greengrass? Are you there as well?" the nurse asked.
"Yes, Madam," Daphne replied. "Any news?"
"Yes, you are not infected," Pomfrey told them. "This is good news. It means it will be easy if not quick to insure your survival. We should even be able to insure a fair amount of comfort. The bad news is that you are quite toxic and so we cannot let you leave until we can remove enough of the toxins from you that you won't be a danger to yourselves or others."
"How will you purge us of the toxin?" Harry asked.
Pomfrey said, "The healers who specialize in toxins, venoms, and poisons are making a potion that you'll have to take every day along with drinking lots of water until the diagnostic spell shows you are free of it. I will let you know when you're clear."
"When will they have that made?" Daphne asked. "And why lots of water?"
"To help flush it out of your system," the nurse replied. "You don't have to do it until you take the first dose which will be tomorrow."
"Should we take it before or after we eat breakfast?" Harry said.
"After is best," she replied. "I will check in with you tomorrow morning. Call out my name once you are both awake and it will reach me. You can also do that at other times but please don't use it frivolously. I do still have my regular work to do." Then there was a loud click and her voice cut off.
"Well I guess we have privacy unless we call her," Daphne said. "Are you done with those rules? Watching you read, even watching you read naked isn't the most interesting thing to do."
"Tomorrow we can ask for our textbooks and any fiction you may have in your room," Harry said.
"Good enough for tomorrow," Daphne replied. "Today we are amusing ourselves apparently and, despite the plot of any of the fiction I've read, you aren't planning to ravish my fair virginal body or sell me to a Sheik to languish in his harem until rescued by a daring knight or soldier of fortune."
"Sorry, I don't know any sheiks or any knights," Harry said. "I've met a soldier though."
"Oh, really," Daphne said. "Tell me about it?"
"Not too much to say," Harry said. "One of the people in our neighborhood was a retired veteran and he would come by and tell Vernon that he should spread the chores evenly between me and my cousin Dudley. My uncle would usually reply that a freak like me deserves to do all the chores." Harry sighed, "Few people talked to him more than once if they could help it and most of those were just like he was."
Daphne scowled, "I think I prefer a house full of voyeurs and perverts."
"As long as none of them touched you then your house sounds much better," Harry said.
Daphne looked serious, "Both Tracey and I were well protected from harm of all sorts. Well aside from the ogling we got after we turned twelve. I'm not sure if they heard about us peeking at the poker game or what but after that I remember a few guests looked at me with inappropriate desire but nothing happened. That's what Mother called it, 'inappropriate desire' and ordered us to tell her if we witnessed it or felt uncomfortable among any relatives or family friends." She chuckled then, "Tracey's mum was just as fierce a defender even though she's been ogling me herself this last year."
"I guess every family has its problems," Harry said. "I'd like to get dressed now so let's start playing poker." Harry tossed the cards on the table and got dressed.
"I won't ask about your uncle if you don't ask about my cousin Virgil," Daphne said.
"That sounds like a deal. Is he the one who has been teaching you spells?" Harry asked. "Just so I know which cousin is off limits."
"Yes, he is," Daphne said. "If it's the dealer's choice then I choose Five Card Draw."
Harry sat at the table, "Sure, that's fine by me."
Harry proves better at this game or maybe just luckier and wins the first game and he said, "Now we get to see if your word is good."
Daphne smirked, "You'll get to see more than that." She stood up and took off her pajama shirt, "Impressive, aren't they?" She knew her breasts were larger than either Tracey's or Pansy's and had been told they were well formed but she was a little worried about whether Harry would agree.
Harry blushed and stared, "In all honesty, yes they bloody well are."
Daphne laughed and sat back down, "Thank you for the compliment."
"One more hand and then I will make lunch," Harry said.
He lost the next hand and took off his top before heading towards the kitchen, "Are sandwiches okay by you?"
"Is this just a way to keep me topless longer or are you actually hungry?" Daphne said.
"I'm a teenage boy and it's been hours since breakfast," Harry said.
"So, both then?" Daphne asked.
Harry laughed, "That works. I'll be back soon."
After about five minutes Daphne walked into the kitchen. She expected to see cold cuts, bread, and cheese being assembled into two sandwiches but what she saw was two small skirt steaks on a flat iron grill covered in seasoning and sitting on a bed of oil while Harry ground something up in a mortar and pestle. "I thought you were making sandwiches?" she said.
"I am," he said. "They have great equipment and excellent ingredients so I am making really good sandwiches." He grinned, "After all I want to impress the famous ice princess of Slytherin. You enjoyed my breakfast so I'm motivated to make the best lunch I can create."
"Well, it certainly looks impressive," Daphne said as she sat on a stool in front of the kitchen island. "Can you explain as you go without messing anything up?"
"Certainly," he said. As he cooked and mixed he explained how he seasoned the steak and was making a garlic aioli.
"Extra-virgin olive oil?" Daphne repeated at one point then giggled. "Oh, the images that conjures."
Harry chuckled, "It just means the olives have been ground and pressed to extract the oil without heating or being blended with other oils." As he explained he kept working. He finished making the aioli, sliced some provolone from a block that he returned to the refrigerator. He turned the steaks and asked, "Haven't you ever watched someone cook before?"
"Oh, quite often," Daphne replied. "But the staff where I live would never explain what they were doing. Tracey always said they were worried that if I learned what they were doing then I might decide I don't need them anymore and fire them all when I take over the household. Personally, I think they just didn't want to be bothered."
"If you dressed like you are now I'm sure you would have gotten a better reception," Harry said.
"What makes you think I never tried that?" she replied.
"You said your folks only caught you spying on them once," Harry said. Then frowned, "Or at least I think that's what you said."
"It was but that wasn't the only time I ended up flashing anyone," Daphne said. "I might tell you those stories too if we are here long enough. Anyway the staff got an eyeful of most of the adults so I doubt one teenage girl would sway them much, be she ever so pretty."
Harry thought about that as he took the steaks off the iron griddle and explained about letting meat rest and slicing against the grain. As he started slicing bread to toast he said, "Your parents stopped hiding things as much after they realized you knew?"
Daphne nodded, "Yes, and well, those family friends I mentioned? Some of them had children about our age and brought them along when they visited. We also have cousins in Beauxbatons who visit sometimes in the summer. The French like to pretend all of us Brits are stuffy prudes and so Tracey and I got teased about that. By the girls almost more than by the boys."
"Really?" Harry said, surprised.
"No female cousins I guess?" Daphne replied.
"Just one and he's a male," Harry said.
Daphne nodded and pointing to where Harry was assembling steak sandwiches said, "Well, it looks like lunch is ready so let's eat first then I tell the story of my cousin Collette who likes to sunbathe topless in the backyard and heap scorn on any girl who wears any bathing suit that is even remotely modest."
Harry nodded and put a plate in front of her with a sandwich on it then said, "What do you want to drink?"
Daphne shrugged, "I'll let you pick."
Harry pulled a pitcher of blueberry lemonade from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass, "I hope you enjoy."
"That was very good," Daphne said. "I may have to start casting extra spells if all your meals are that filling."
"Sorry," Harry said. "I never learned anything low calorie. The aunt and uncle I stay with over the summer aren't interested in anything of that sort."
"I'm not complaining. Just making a mental note," Daphne said. "I'm just glad that casting magic burns calories. If it didn't imagine how fat we'd all get from the food they serve in the great hall."
Harry nodded, "At least for those of us with enough magic. Crabbe and Goyle don't seem to have enough. Once we're out of here I will see if I can find a healthy cookbook, just so I can make light healthy meals if asked. I'm glad you enjoy my cooking."
Daphne smiled, "I do, I will even call you impressive." She started piling the dishes in the sink and the enchantments started washing, drying and putting things away. With Harry helping soon everything was done.
"Back to playing cards or should we practice magic to burn some calories?" Harry asked.
"Any excuse to keep me topless a bit longer?" Daphne said. "I want to play at least one more hand while I digest."
Harry smiled, "Alright. I might get lucky and win another hand."
"Well one of us will be casting naked," Daphne said. "We're both down to one piece of clothing."
"Very true," Harry said. "And highly motivating."
As they sat down at the table Harry said, "You mentioned a tale of your cousin Colette?"
"I did," Daphne agreed. "Would you like to hear about her now?"
"Why not?" Harry said. "Unless talking would disrupt your concentration?"
"I can talk and play cards," Daphne said. "You're more likely to be distracted than I am." Daphne set her breasts moving with a shimmy, "These things require a hundred and two centimeters bra and weigh a little over two pounds each."
"You weighed them?" Harry asked.
"Tracey and Collette talked me into letting them do it to settle a bet," Daphne said. "Collette later admitted that she made the bet expecting to lose money but hoping to get her hands on them during the weighing."
"And did she?" Harry asked.
"First, tell me how many cards you wish to replace," Daphne said.
"None, now answer the question," Harry said, not even looking at his hand.
Daphne smirked and replaced three of hers as she continued, "She did indeed. Tracey weighed the left one but Collette said she was biased and demanded to weigh the right one herself."
"And you let her?" Harry asked.
"Of course," Daphne said. "I wanted to win." She shrugged and smiled as Harry's eyes fell from hers again towards the pink nipples on display, "Also we were using the scales in the kitchen and I was hoping to get out before any of the staff came in." She smiled, "I won then and I've won now." She put down her hand.
Harry started in surprise then nodded, "You were right about my being distracted. I will take these off but how about another hand anyway?" He stood and took off his pajama pants.
"At what stakes?" Daphne asked. "You no longer have any clothes to bet."
Harry smiled, "If I lose I can help you support about four pounds of weight. Or whatever other clothes you wish. I have been practicing conjuration and I am quite good at it if I do say so."
Daphne leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment, "How long do they last and what's the texture of your conjured clothes? Most conjured clothes are a bit scratchy. If you can at least equal the ones we're wearing I will take you up on that bet. Although I'm surprised you're willing to do it."
Harry grinned, "I can do permanent conjuration but that takes a fair bit of time and energy. Off the cuff conjurations last about a day. As for your last two questions you can see for yourself." He gestured with his wand and a bra formed on the table.
It looked odd to her at first and when she picked it up she saw why. The cups were abbreviated, they would support but not cover more than the bottom of the breast, leaving the nipple visible. "I'm surprised you know about these. As far as I know only one store in the magical world sells these."
"They are not uncommon in non-magical stores," Harry said. "Still considered a bit randy but available in most lingerie stores as well as by mail order."
Daphne smiled, "I'm pleased to know it. The fabric feels quite soft and the straps are wide and sturdy without being rough. I will happily take this if I win." She winked, "You still want the same from me if I lose?"
Harry grinned, "Oh, most definitely. And I shall try not to get so distracted again."