Daphne quietly closed the door behind her, having just walked out of the best guest room available in the Greengrass manor. Its sole occupant at the moment was Mr. Garrick Ollivander who was only slowly recovering from months of torture and malnourishment. After a brief discussion with the man, Daphne offered him the protection of her family until the war was over, something the old wizard accepted with gratitude.
It has been two days since the prisoners were rescued from the dungeons of the Malfoy manor. Two days that they spent on a regiment of potions and healing spells to repair the damage to their bodies incurred during their captivity. Most of them were now well on their way to recovery. At least physically, that is, as some of them were already showing signs of post traumatic stress disorders. There wasn't much to do about that except give them time and provide them with sleeping potions. Daphne also asked some of her people who went through the same experiences during the previous wars to talk with them.
Harry had been livid when he learned that Luna Lovegood was among the prisoners held in Malfoy manor and focused mostly on her ever since she was rescued. In fact, he went to speak with her in this very moment while Daphne ran her own errands. But while for Harry it was Luna's name that acted as detonator for his rage, for Daphne it was hearing the old wandmaker's name that made her see red.
There were several reasons for her outrage.
First and foremost among them was the fact that Ollivanders were the oldest pureblood family in the Britain. Although never as powerful as Blacks or even her family, their noble wizarding lineage was beyond reproach. They also kept to the old druidic tradition of adopting and raising mudbloods who showed exceptional magical abilities, thus ensuring their family's bloodline remained healthy and powerful. Their ideals were somewhat similar to Daphne's family and even though they were pacifists, more than one Ollivander rode with the Wild Hunt over the centuries, usually as medics and support.
Therefore, to see one of them imprisoned and tortured, especially by a person who claimed to be a champion of the pureblood cause, was an outrage! It was unthinkable!
And then there was also the small but significant piece of shared history between Ollivanders and Greengrasses that Daphne could not overlook. To this day, both families kept it a secret. But when the Blacks and their coalition first declared war on the newly-arrived settlers from Atlantis, the Ollivanders, who like many others had been chafing under the hegemony of house Black, secretly provided wands and other supplies to the settlers. Ultimately, it had been the arrival of the expeditionary force from Atlantis that won the war but the settlers would have lost long before that if it weren't for families like the Ollivanders.
For these reason, Daphne felt obliged to offer the wandmaker all the help she could. It was a matter of family honor to her.
Even as she walked to her next destination, Daphne kept being plagued by a single thought.
'Father, did you know about all this?'
It was something she had been asking herself with increasing frequency ever since she learned the dark lord's true blood status: How much did her father know and how complicit with it was he?
At first, it was easy to believe her father had been tricked by the dark lord just like Daphne was. After all, before Harry revealed it to her, the idea of Lord Voldemort being a halfblood bastard did not enter into her darkest dreams. Later Daphne and her grandfather even learned that the dark lord actually enchanted his followers not to question his blood status. It was therefore quite possible he also made sure the death eaters would ignore his more questionable actions.
But that explanation only went so far and when confronted with dark lord's actions that went directly against the pureblood ideals, the spell should have been broken. Just like when she presented her grandfather with irrefutable evidence of Voldemort's muggle heritage.
So assuming her father actually knew what was going on, why did he allow it to continue?! He should have betrayed Voldemort the moment he changed his aim towards extermination of mudbloods rather than their subjugation. And he most certainly should have rebelled after that piece of filth decided to kidnap, imprison and torture someone like Garrick Ollivander!
Like all her Slytherin classmates, Daphne assumed the story of his kidnapping was only a ruse and that Ollivander went with the death eaters willingly to lend his ability to the pureblood cause. After Harry revealed the truth about the dark lord to her, Daphne even spent great amount of time thinking on how to convince the old wandmaker to switch sides.
She felt like a fool now. And she was also forced to seriously contemplate something she never thought possible – that her father might have been a blood traitor.
Because if her father could see everything the dark lord was doing to pervert the pureblood cause and wouldn't do anything to stop it, then he had betrayed everything House Greengrass stood for! It was a real shame she and Harry did not have the third Deathly Hallow in their possession or otherwise Daphne might have a few choice words for her father. For now, it simply gave her yet another very strong reason to fight.
It's not like there was any doubt in her mind before, of course. She hated Voldemort and loved Harry Potter so her path was laid perfectly in front of her. But ever since she found out about Ollivander, one could say things became personal for Daphne.
It was no longer just about Voldemort's blood status for her and in a way, things became much simpler – either the dark lord would be destroyed or he would eventually prove to be the end of the purebloods.
It was them or him.
It didn't take her long to arrive to her next stop. The door she stood in front of now was still in the guest wing of the manor albeit the room beyond it wasn't nearly as luxurious as the one provided to Mr. Ollivander as its current occupant didn't deserve it. In fact, given his mudblood status, Daphne strongly felt it should have been either the servant's quarters or the prison cell for him, depending on whether Dean Thomas agreed to serve his superiors or not.
Daphne knew she promised Harry she wouldn't have a problem with his muggleborn friends and she intended to keep that promise. But it was still something she intensely struggled with – Dean Thomas was a mudblood. To deny him the opportunity to embrace pureblood supremacy and serve his superiors was wrong. It was doing them both a dishonor.
In the end, Daphne internally rationalized the current situation by thinking of him as Harry's friend first and a mudblood second. As long as he was Harry's friend, and as long as he did not get stupid and dangerous ideas into his head like Granger did, she made an internal vow to treat him better than a mudblood had any right to be.
And of course in the end, she figured the issue was irrelevant given what she recently learned…
Daphne knocked on the doors and waited until she heard a voice from inside before opening them and stepping inside. She saw Dean getting up from the bed and was worried she woke him up. But he was lying on top the blanket and did not look sleepy so it seemed he was only relaxing.
Daphne examined him carefully as he sat up on the bed. It was clear the boy had been through hell as he kept fidgeting and eyeballing the room. As if he expected an attack at any moment. It reminded her of how Harry was before he began to trust her. Similarly to Harry, Dean's eyes would also occasionally linger in the places where the boys' eyes always lingered when looking at a girl like her. Daphne figured that the black bra top and knee length floral print dress she was wearing today definitely helped with that. But Dean's ogling never lasted for more than a second before his look turned into one of poorly concealed suspicion again.
It was clear the boy did not trust her at all and Daphne supposed that she couldn't blame him. Apart from few odd encounters in the corridors, they had absolutely no contact with each other in Hogwarts. In fact, all he probably knew about her was the fact she was a Slytherin and that the Greengrasses were firm supporters of the dark lord, no doubt making the entire situation very confusing to him.
Daphne stopped few meters away from the bed. "Good morning, Mr. Thomas," she told him politely but the awkwardness was tangible in the air.
"And to you… Miss Greengrass," the black boy answered with a hint of amusement before shaking his head and saying, "Can't we just use our names? I mean, we're the same age and we used to be classmates… I'm Dean."
Daphne hesitated for a second but then she decided it was probably a good idea. Part of her felt like insisting he calls her a lady but she supposed there was no point to it. She had nothing to gain by educating him in proper manners. It would likely only lead to an argument and Dean Thomas wasn't important enough to make it worth her time. He wasn't Harry.
"Very well, you may call me Daphne," she reluctantly allowed. She then walked to a nearby table and placed down the folder she had been carrying on it before taking a seat. "Please join me," Daphne turned to say to the boy and gestured at the opposite chair. Cautiously, Dean stood up and walked over to do as she asked.
"Look, Daphne…" the boy began while sitting down. "I- I wanted to thank you for rescuing me."
Daphne merely nodded in acknowledgement. "You are welcome. But you should thank Harry as well," she told him, wanting him to know that she and Harry moved as one on this.
"I will… I mean I did!" Dean stammered. "Harry told me you can be trusted… that you are on our side now," he said, making Daphne pleased at Harry's words and his trust in her. After a moment, Dean continued, "But I also heard what you did to Hermione and I can't… I can't understand how Harry could have allowed that," he said in accusatory tone, rapidly bringing an end to Daphne's good mood as that awful mudblood was mentioned.
"Hermione Granger made the mistake of allowing her ambitions to outgrow her nature," Daphne hissed in annoyance before adding with a cruel smile. "She's paying the price for that mistake. If she's as clever as she thinks she is, she'll use it as a learning experience. And that's all I am going to say on the matter."
"Learning experience? You had destroyed her! She was the smartest person I ever met and you turned her into a domestic servant! And you and Harry say that you are doing it to help her?!" Dean retorted while shaking his head in disbelief, his eyes downcast before finally asking with worry in his eyes, "You know I am a muggleborn too, right?"
Daphne knew that wasn't exactly true but it was not yet time to reveal that. "Yes… I am aware you were raised by muggles," she told him and thankfully, he did not pick up on her odd choice of words.
"What are you going to do with me?" he finally demanded to know. "Are you going to do to me what you did to Hermione?"
Daphne folded her hands on the table on top of the papers she brought. "And what if I am?" she asked, deliberately probing the boy for a reaction. She wanted to understand what he was like. Was he an obsessed control freak with delusions of grandeur like Granger? Or was Dean Thomas someone she could actually work with?
"Then I'd rather die," Dean declared and folded his arms across his chest.
Daphne raised an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed by his Gryffindorish sentiment. "Are you sure about that, Dean?" she asked mockingly. "I've been inside Granger's mind. Your friend had similar thoughts but ultimately, she realized that she really didn't want to die," Daphne truthfully informed him.
In her opinion, people made such brazen declarations way too often and in the end, it was just boasting as they would almost always choose everything but death. Hermione Granger was no different. Daphne was confident that if she gave the mudblood a choice between death and being her servant for the rest of her life, Granger would think about it logically and then choose the lifetime of servitude. She would absolutely loath Daphne for it as well as herself for being too weak but it's a choice she would make.
"You never know what you are going to do until that choice is actually in front of you. Besides, how can you be certain that the afterlife will be any better than what you have in this world?" she told him seriously while looking directly into his eyes.
Dean broke the gaze as he stared down on the table, obviously disturbed by what she just told him. Daphne allowed him to stew for a few more seconds before she lifted her hands and picked up the folder she brought with her.
"Fortunately, in your case, you will never need to find out, Dean Thomas," she told him with a hint of encouragement as she threw the folder over to his side of the table. "Open it," she ordered.
"What's that?" he asked her even as he reluctantly did as she asked.
"It's a dossier of a pureblood wizard called Ikenna Sikiru," Daphne answered.
"Never heard of him."
Daphne nodded. "I didn't expect you would. He died about seventeen years ago," she explained while Dean took out the papers from the folder and was now looking at some old photographs of the man.
"A Nigerian by birth," Daphne continued to explain. "He originally came into this country as an exchange student and decided to stay here later on," Daphne said and paused again, letting the information sink.
"Many of his friends were muggleborns. He even married a muggle girl – one of his friend's friends, apparently," Daphne told him while doing her best to hide her disgust at the idea of a pureblood marrying a muggle. "Unfortunately, when the war started, the death eaters killed him for it."
Dean finally lifted his head up away from the old papers and photographs. "And why are you telling me about him?"
Daphne took a deep breath and returned his stare. "Because, Dean, I am certain this man was your biological father."
"W-what?" he asked in shock. Daphne then patiently withered the barrage of questions from the boy – how did she know? Where did she find out? How could she be certain? Daphne answered every one of his question, giving him a somewhat… abridged… version of the truth.
The full truth was the materials lying in front of Dean were mostly direct accounts of what Ikenna Sikiru confessed while being brutally tortured by the death eaters. In fact, the identity and location of his secret muggle family was one of the very last information he divulged before his mind permanently snapped under the constant and unending pain. The only reason Dean and his muggle relatives weren't later murdered was because they were low-priority targets and the war ended before the death eaters could get around to it.
And as for how she obtained the materials, Daphne simply searched the private section of her family's archives. The accounts were stored there because… because her grandfather was the one who led the interrogation. But of course, it wouldn't do well for Dean to know he was sitting down with a granddaughter of the man who tortured his father to death so she did not divulge that piece of information.
"I- I don't know what to think," Dean stammered in the end, his eyes wet with tears. "I mean I always suspected my dad wasn't… that my mom was married before to someone else when she had me," he said and then looked at Daphne. "So this means… I am not a muggleborn… I am a halfblood?"
Daphne smiled and nodded. "That's correct," she confirmed and added. "The small spark of physical magic your father left within you will be hard to rekindle but far easier than if there had been no spark to begin with."
"You know, I am not even sure what that means," he said and chuckled. "I think – I think I need more time to think this through," he then told her even as he closed the folder and slumped back in his seat.
"Of course," Daphne told him with understanding and stood up. "But for now, Dean, I think you should be happy."
"About what?" he asked in confusion and Daphne looked at him like the answer was clear. Which in her opinion, it was. "Isn't it obvious?" Daphne asked and immediately answered. "You are not one of them," she told him, leaving no question as to who she meant by them. "You are not one of them… and for that, you should be thankful," Daphne repeated seriously.
Dean looked like he was going to say something to her but then merely shook his head in exasperation. Daphne decided to leave him alone to his thoughts and she started to walk towards the door.
"Daphne," he called to her from the table right as she was reaching for the doorknob. She turned around and he said, "I won't pretend to understand how you are on our side. But Harry insisted I can trust you and… well, let's just say I mistrusted his judgment before and it did not help me," he admitted with shame before declaring. "If you really are going to oppose you-know-who, then I want to help. I want to fight!"
Daphne considered his words for a moment and then she slowly nodded. "I'll speak with Harry. I think something could be arranged," she told him. Then she opened the doors and left the room.
Daphne's third meeting of the day was the least pleasant. Not because of whom she was meeting with but because of the person being discussed.
"When did it happen?" she asked Sue and the guard assigned to permanently watch Hermione Granger. Both of them stood in front of her office table, giving her a report on the mudblood's progress.
"Four days ago," the guard said. "Since then, I haven't noticed any increase in her ambient magic levels despite her doing the regular choirs. The sole exception was when Miss Astoria arranged for her to meet with Lady Malfoy," he informed her and then Sue added. "It seems she reached a point of saturation at this level of transfer."
Daphne agreed with that assessment. "Yes, exactly my thoughts," she told to the girl before addressing them both. "Is she showing any signs of her attitude changing? Any at all?"
This time, Sue answered her first. "She studies all the assigned books diligently and answers correctly all the questions I prepare for her. However, I suspect she does not believe any of them. She assumes the texts she is forced to read are either false or at least misinterpreted to falsely advance the pureblood cause. I am afraid additional reading material is not going to make her change that opinion."
Daphne nodded and then looked at the guard.
"I concur with Miss Li's assessment," he told her after a moment of thinking. "Miss Granger adequately performs her daily choirs albeit with obvious distaste and disapproval. Unfortunately, there are no signs of her accepting her situation as justified and befitting her blood status. I also still sometimes see her assessing her surroundings and items based on whether they could be used as weapons or means of an escape. I believe that given a chance to escape or fight her situation, Miss Granger would immediately seize it."
"Then there is no indication of her accepting pureblood supremacy?" she asked and both of them shook their heads. Daphne sighed sadly. "Which means this is the end of the line. The only way to resume the transfer would be step up her humiliation…"
Daphne was afraid this would happen. The magical transfer into an unwilling mudblood could only occur when there was a difference in potential. And with the minuscule amount of ambient magic in Granger's body, there was now no difference in magical potentials. Not while the mudblood refused to view Daphne as her natural superior. As long as Granger refused to place her on a pedestal, the only way forward would be for Daphne to push the mudblood further into the ground. To resume the transfer, she would have to humiliate Granger far more than what she had suffered so far.
And Daphne did not think she could do it. For one thing, it would probably end up breaking the girl's mind. Some of her ancestors would argue that it would be a fair price. That utterly destroying Granger's personality and then constructing a new one for her was better than letting a good magical blood go to waste. But to actually do it would require Daphne to do unspeakable things to Granger. Things she was not comfortable doing to anybody, especially not to a fellow woman. Not to mention that Harry would never agree with any of it.
Daphne slowly picked up the mudblood's confiscated wand and twirled it between her fingers. It was looking more and more doubtful she would ever be able to return it to the girl. Ah, to think how much trouble she could have saved herself if she only disposed of Granger the moment the mudblood fell into her hands!
She immediately felt a shame at the idea. Not for Granger's sake but because of the internal hypocrisy of her earlier plans. On one hand, she claimed to hold herself to certain moral standards. And she really thought that she did as there were certain things she would never do to another person, not even to her worst enemy. And yet despite that, one of her earliest plans for Granger involved selling the girl for breeding experiments, fully knowing the mudblood would have her entire dignity and personhood stripped from her there. It was a textbook hypocrisy and in that moment Daphne hated Granger even more for making her realize it. She dropped the mudblood's wand on the table and then looked up at her two companions.
"Thank you both for your analyses. I'll inform you of my decision later," she told them tiredly. The guard nodded and turned around to leave but Daphne noticed that Sue lingered behind.
"Is there something else?" she asked her with concern.
Sue stepped closer and said. "Nothing more about Granger. I just wanted to thank you for the gift you gave us. I really love it!" she told Daphne happily and her enthusiasm managed to dispel Daphne's bad mood.
"You have been one of my most loyal servants, Sue," Daphne said and smiled at her kindly. "You fully deserve it and I hope you and your partner will be happy there. And if there is anything more I can do for you, do not hesitate to ask," she told the muggleborn girl. Sue thanked her again and then she left too.
Meanwhile Daphne kept thinking about the earlier conversation involving Sue's gift and especially about what followed after…
Earlier
Mike Wilson was standing in the same spot his girlfriend would be standing in two days later. The young muggleborn guard was standing at attention in front of Daphne's desk while the pureblood girl sat in her chair on the other side, quietly listening to his description of the rescue operation. Harry was meanwhile sitting on the couch and watching her as she worked. On occasion, Daphne would glance in his direction and they would smile at each other.
"… once we reached the unwarded area, I created an impression of a violent entrance from within the corridor. I then made a portkey out of a long piece of rope to get everyone back to the manor," he finished explaining and then fell silent as he waited for her reaction.
Daphne scrabbled some additional notes on a piece of paper before looking up at him. "Anything more to add?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing, my lady," the man replied uncertainly upon which Daphne leaned back in her chair and looked at him pensively. "Well, the good news is the operation was a success," Daphne began, making the guard smile in relief and pride.
"The prisoners were all safely rescued and our spies indicate the dark lord accepted the narrative we aimed to create," she continued. "So all-in-all, this is a major success… aside for you having brought a goblin into my house, that is," Daphne finished with an obvious displeasure and then asked angrily. "What in Merlin's name were you thinking?!"
Mike swallowed nervously before seemingly steeling his resolve and replying, "My lady, with all due respect, your orders were to bring all the prisoners to the Greengrass manor. The goblin was held as a prisoner so I brought him here along with the others, as per your orders," he told her rather defiantly.
Out of the corner of her eye, Dahne could see Harry wince on the couch. Her boyfriend knew this tone of voice would not sit well with her. And she would most certainly not accept a lip from a mudblood, even if he was her loyal servant.
"I also expect my guards to use their brains when following orders… which is something you clearly failed to do! You're aware of my family's history with goblins, aren't you?!" she snapped at him angrily and was pleased to see his resolve instantly deflate. Daphne pursed her lips and then said, "But… in light of the success of this operation, I have decided to forgive this particular mistake. A job well done," she finally conceded and was pleased to see the mudblood's ambient magic swell at her words. By risking his life in carrying out the orders of his pureblood superiors, Michael Wilson would be brought much closer to completely shedding the remains of his disgusting muggle heritage.
Daphne stood up from her chair and walked to the other side of the table. "Aside from your regular hazard pay and bounty for each of the prisoners excepting the goblin, I also wished to present you with this," the girl said and opened the palm of her right hand, showing the object to him – a key.
Mike was obviously confused by this and asked uncertainly, "My lady?"
This time, Daphne smiled as she said, "Sue told me the two of you've been looking at the Old Warren's house… it's yours if you want it."
The guard's eyes went wide. "My lady, that's… thank you!" he exclaimed and knelt before Daphne even as he took the key from her outstretched hand.
"Understand that this is as much a reward for your girlfriend's loyal service as it is for yours," she told him to which the guard nodded in understanding. Daphne then continued, "Despite your checkered past, you've served my family well," she said and offered a hand for him to kiss. "Make sure you never falter in your devotion," she stressed.
"I won't, my lady," he assured her before kissing her knuckles in gratitude. Daphne could see another pulse of magic being absorbed by his body at this open act of subservience towards purebloods. She could also see Harry tensing in his seat for some reason.
"Thank you again for your generous gift," the young guard repeated before Daphne dismissed him, leaving her alone in the room with Harry. Still looking in the direction where the guard went, she didn't react until she heard footsteps and a moment later, Harry's arms enveloping her from behind.
"What's the Old Warren's house?" Harry asked as she turned around to face him and they shared a quick kiss. Daphne then leaned into his arms, feeling tired by the debriefing. "A nice old house down by the lake, not far from here," Daphne explained to him.
"And you're just giving it to them?" Harry wondered.
"It's more of a lifetime rental. Everything on the grounds remains a property of my family," Daphne clarified and then smiled at her boyfriend. "Besides, why wouldn't I give it to them? Sue mentioned they wished to start a family in a few years. The last thing I want is have them worrying about living arrangements when they do," Daphne said, already thinking about possible matches for Sue's future children she could later suggest to the girl.
Harry nodded, looking thoughtful as his enchanting green eyes bored into hers. "And you want them to have as many children as possible, don't you? So that eventually you have more purebloods when their children have children," he concluded and Daphne smiled at him approvingly, her icy blue matching his green as their eyes met. "Very astute, Mr. Potter… yes, such development is something I'd encourage," she said and smirked before adding. "They are both muggleborns so it's only correct they propagate the amazing gift fate had so generously bestowed upon them," she finished.
Harry frowned a little, making Daphne sigh even as she put arms around his neck. She then leaned back and pouted. "Let me guess. You don't approve…"
"It's not that," Harry shook his head while glancing in the direction where the guard left before. "It's nothing," he insisted but Daphne was not happy about his evasiveness. If there was something that bothered him, she wanted him to tell her.
"Then what is it? Is it-" she began before suddenly pausing as she finally remembered when she had seen this look on Harry's face before. It was whenever they spoke of her old boyfriend. "Wait a minute!" she exclaimed as she let her hands slide onto his chest and she pushed away from him. "Are you jealous?" she asked and looked at him incredulously.
"What? No!" he protested vehemently. "What would I be jealous about?"
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "You tell me. But don't pretend… I think I know your jealous face by now, Harry," she told him pointedly.
Harry stared at her for a moment before he sighed and seemingly decided to make a full confession. "It's completely stupid. But I guess… I guess I hate the idea of any man who isn't me kneeling in front of you," Harry whispered.
There was a pregnant pause as Daphne looked at him with an open mouth before she smiled fondly. "Oh, Harry…" she said even as she slowly stepped back into his arms. She put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes while saying. "They are only my servants. I hope you understand that our relationship is very much different."
"Sure, I know that," Harry. "I told you it was stupid. Don't worry about it."
But Daphne did worry about it. She couldn't help it and wondered how to prove to Harry how much more important he was to her. One way immediately came to her mind but regretfully, it would have to wait until the ritual.
But perhaps there was something else. Something she had been thinking about for a while. Eventually, she said, "So you know it is stupid but you still feel jealous anyway," Daphne said as she gazed deeply into his eyes. Eventually, she tsked and said, "This won't do at all."
"I'm sorry, I-"
Daphne gently shushed him by placing a finger against his lips. "What did I tell you about apologizing all the time?" she chastised him.
"That I shouldn't do it?" Harry answered her question with another and smiled.
"That's right… then don't!" Daphne commanded and gently pushed him backwards repeatedly until the two of them walked all the way to the couch. She then pushed him one last time and made him fall down to it before straddling him a moment later and putting a hand against his chest to pin his body to the backrest. Daphne could feel his heart racing under her hand.
"Harry, I've been thinking…" Daphne said and briefly lowered her eyes while biting her lower lip. She then looked up at him and asked nervously, "Would you like me to whip you tonight?" She spoke it with an innocence defying the brazenness of her question.
"W-what?!" Harry mumbled in shock, utterly frozen under her icy gaze.
She shrugged and said, "Well I need to somehow prove to you that you are so much more than a servant to me. What better way than this? While I may chastise my servants, it's only you, Harry Potter, who will ever know the taste of my whip!" she declared and smirked at his obvious shock even as she asked again. "What say you?"
Harry was still rendered speechless and for a moment, Daphne feared that she overdid it. She knew Harry liked to be dominated but perhaps this particular fantasy did not speak to him at all. But then she felt him swelling where her bum touched his lap. The blonde glanced down there before looking into his eyes and smirking confidently. "Is that a yes?"
Harry's breathing quickened as he admitted in a whisper. "Yes…"
Daphne responded by crashing her lips to his and making out passionately with him. One of Harry's hands slipped into her hair while the other roamed her back as he pulled them closer together, both of them deeply regretting the offensive layer of clothing which separated their bodies.
When they stopped, Daphne was breathing faster and looking at him with desire. "It's settled then. Tonight, another part of the boy-who-lived will be destroyed… by my hand! Tonight, I will turn you into my boy-who-was-whipped!" she pronounced in excited voice to which Harry could only nod dumbly and firmly grab her butt with his hands.
Encouraged and inspired by his gesture, the blonde continued. "And when it is over… after you beg me for mercy… perhaps you will then thank me for the privilege of being my whipping boy by kissing my ass… how does that sound?" Daphne practically purred the words to him even as she wiggled in his lap teasingly.
"Heavenly," Harry breathed out. He seemed to be completely entranced by the fantasy she was presenting to him. And he wasn't alone as the image of Harry Potter on his knees, embracing her from behind only to kiss her ass, completely filled Daphne's mind.
Daphne could remember one of her classmate (maybe it was Pansy) once saying that Harry Potter wasn't even fit to kiss their butts or something similarly stupid. Daphne might have nodded at the time but here and now, she very much disagreed. She was now thinking that it was actually something Harry Potter was uniquely qualified to do. A Gryffindor golden boy he might be but it was a Slytherin girl who was destined to own him.
And more.
Almost everyone in the country thought Harry Potter was born to be the champion who would destroy the dark lord. Only Daphne knew that was incorrect. You see, in reality, Harry Potter was born so that he could submit to her. So that he could kneel before her and kiss her ass. He was born so that she, Daphne Greengrass, could conquer, dominate, and utterly possess him. "I love you, Harry," she whispered and meant it more surely than anything else she ever said, even as the boy lovingly whispered it back.