Quarantined Duo

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Chapter 6

Greengrass Manor was a stately home of England set on several acres of lawn. The portkey deposited them in front of a wide picture window in a room where the magic recognized an entry and rang a bell.

After a few minutes four middle aged adults entered and two immediately went to hug Daphne, "Welcome home dear!"

"Thanks, mum!" Daphne said. "This is Harry Potter, he's rich as Croesus and strong enough to do permanent conjuration and a full Patronus with message functionality."

Harry blushed, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Except that Daphne hasn't actually introduced us," the woman said. She smiled, "I am Dierdre Greengrass. Next to me is my husband Ambrosius." She gestured, "And those are Penelope and Gerard Davis." Then she smiled and shook the hand Harry still had extended, "It's lovely to meet you and I would like to thank you for saving my daughter's life."

Ambrosius nodded, "We heard from the school that if it wasn't for you she would be dead and possibly others as well before the staff could deal with the thing she called. We are in your debt."

"I'm glad I was able to help," Harry said. "If not for the accident I would never have gotten to know Daphne well and my life would be poorer for having missed the chance."

"For my part," Daphne said, "I'm sorry I managed to mess up a ritual that badly but I am happy with the way it turned out." She hugged everyone including Harry, "Is Tracey here or back at the Davis house?"

"Do you think we'd start leaving her behind after all this time?" Penelope Davis asked.

Daphne smiled, "Then let's go get her so we can include her on the tour I'm going to give Harry."

"She's right outside," her father said. "Go show Harry around and we'll see you later."

Tracey hugged Daphne too, "I guess we should get Harry here a room to put his stuff in before we take the tour." She grinned, "Unless he's staying with us in your room?"

Daphne just rolled her eyes but Harry rose to the bait, "Why would I be staying in Daphne's room?"

Tracey looked delighted, "Well you spent weeks sleeping in the same room in quarantine and obviously enjoyed each other's company so why not keep that going? I'm sure if Daphne found your company interesting then so will I."

Harry blushed as he realized her implications and he countered, "I'm sure her parents would never allow that."

"Oh, I think they would," Tracey grinned. "She's well past the age of consent and will be seventeen in January which will make her an adult in our world if you didn't know." She spun around and started walking, "You should at least know where her room is in case you want to do a droit du seigneur tonight."

Harry shrugged, still red faced and started following her.

Daphne walked along with them smiling and waited for Tracey to wind down.

As they walked Tracey continued to spin fanciful scenarios, "Maybe you acted like a man from one of her trashy novels and demanded sex as a reward for saving her life. She then told you to wait until you were no longer at school to avoid the scandal and you reluctantly agreed but you can hold your passion back no longer and plan to take her this very night."

After all the times and ways Daphne had asked if he was going to quote "ravish her" unquote Harry was actually on somewhat familiar ground. He just nodded, "Yes, I even brought a costume so I can dress up as a sheik when I do it."

Tracey looked at her roommate, "You told him about the books?"

"We were stuck together for quite some time and there was not a lot to do," Daphne said. "I did want to know his intentions when I first woke up and saw we were going to be stuck in a room together so I asked if he was going to be acting like the men in those novels." She smiled, "Then I had to tell him what they do as he's never read one. He was a perfect gentleman for as long as I required but I like him enough that if you do manage to swindle, convince, or otherwise get him to agree to stay with us I wouldn't mind at all."

Tracey blushed as well, "I can never tell when you're bluffing."

Daphne smiled, "He can. I've lost several games of strip poker to him."

Tracey looked at Harry who nodded.

"I have lost about as often as I won but yes I have," Harry said.

Expressions flitted quickly across Tracey's face before she ended up grinning, "So you've seen the promised land then?"

"I have seen her amazing beauty in all its glory, yes, but I hear you have touched it. Something about using a kitchen scale?"

Tracey looked at Daphne in surprise and Daphne said, "We got to talking a lot. There was nothing else to do but cards and chess and he sucks at chess." Daphne shrugged, "I wanted to hear about his adventures and it was only fair to tell him about ours. As for touching you have to remember that by the time we would have considered it we were sweating out the poison and spending our time covered in noxious brown sludge." She looked at Harry, "I'm actually surprised you can describe how I looked as beautiful under the circumstances."

Harry shrugged in turn, "The poison was as bad as you said but your beauty still showed through." He smiled, "And for the record I will sleep wherever you say as long as you're sure your parents won't mind."

Tracey grinned and ran off saying only, "I'll go check."

After she had been gone for a bit Harry asked Daphne, "Does Tracey like you that way?"

Daphne replied, "I didn't think so before but maybe I just didn't see it. She certainly seemed jealous but then I've never been serious about a boy before and even platonic friends can get jealous of new people in your life." She pointed, "That's my bedroom. Let's wait there for her to come back and see what she says. After that I might ask you to leave while I ask her some personal questions."

Harry nodded, "Let's do that."

A few minutes later a nearly breathless Tracey raced into the room, "Both our folks discussed it for a while and eventually they said Harry can stay with us in this room as long as we all play poker with them tonight." She shrugged then "I kinda got the impression that at least some of them think that will make us say no." She gave Daphne a look that Harry would call pleading and asked, "So? We did it once already at thirteen so we got the embarrassing bit out of the way. Harry's already seen you and I've already seen you so why not?"

Daphne said, "Let me think about it for a minute."

Harry smiled, "Are you saying you haven't seen her naked since you were thirteen? I certainly got the impression from Daphne that she rarely bothered with anything approaching regular clothes while here."

Tracey flopped into a chair facing Harry as Daphne stood behind her and thought, "Well that's true enough. I've seen her topless more times than I can count and so have the cooks and most of the maids. I have even held one of those breasts in the weighing incident you've heard about and gotten topless hugs. It's true that her walking around in underwear or a bathing suit, even just the bottom of a suit since the cousins from France visited can't be called regular clothes; but it's not the same thing as nudity."

She continued after a moment of silence, surprising Harry and Daphne as well from the look on her face, "I have seen her enter the showers at school every morning for years now but she wears a robe until she's in and as she exits. She's often a little careless about how she ties it but never enough to show more than a little skin." Tracey seemed to forget Daphne was in the room as she spoke to Harry with her eyes half closed and her mind focused on the past. "She has told me about her shaving habits and asked my advice. I have watched her change into night clothes by the light of a single candle or banked fire both here and there but she doesn't show any more than she normally does and she doesn't sleep naked. I sleep in the same room as her at school and in her bed every night I am here but I still think you have seen more than I have or at least for longer and in better light."

Harry nodded, "Fair point." He stood up, "Well Daphne mentioned wanting a word or two in private with you so I'll just go wait outside." He left the room and leaned against the wall opposite the door.

Tracey turned to look at Daphne and seemed to suddenly remember her friend had been in the room the entire time she had been speaking. Tracey went a little red in the face but she still tried to be nonchalant, "You had something you wanted to say in private? Is it juicy?"

"It might be, depending," Daphne said. "Are you, do you, would you rather …" She took a deep breath, "Do you like me that way? The same way Harry does? If you do, I wish you'd say so. You know neither of our parents will mind. I certainly hope you know that I won't mind. And it won't stop me from inviting you over or make me ban you from sleeping in my room. I just want all the info." She smiled, "A thing I'm sure you can appreciate."