Harry leaned against the cold stone wall of the prison cell, basking in the afterglow of the intimacy he just shared with his pureblood supremacist girlfriend. Naturally, his mention of no longer caring about Hermione's happiness had ignited a passionate make out session, culminating with the blonde kneeling before him and giving him an amazing blowjob.

Harry turned to look at her, a content smile on his face. "I wonder… what would people think if they saw Lady Greengrass with a halfblood's cock in her mouth," he teased her, causing the girl to tense in his arms as they cuddled on the narrow prison bed.

Daphne shot him a sharp look, her icy blue eyes flashing dangerously. His blood status was a constant element in their banter, with Daphne insistently teasing him about his perceived inferiority. It may have taken Harry some time but he was learning to give as well as he got. Slowly, a smile spread across his girlfriend's face as she shrugged. "I could always claim I'm manipulating you that way," she teased right back. "What's your excuse, Harry Potter? You have nothing!"

"I could be the one manipulating you," Harry suggested with a smirk.

"Nonsense," Daphne shook her head. "It's always women manipulating men with sex, everyone knows that!"

They both chuckled, falling into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

"By the way, how did the meeting go?" Harry suddenly asked, referring to the gathering at her grandfather's house where they aimed to garner support from the majority of pureblood lords and ladies. It was a crucial part of their plan, yet Harry had almost forgotten all about it amidst the chaos of the day. Once again, he cursed Hermione in his mind for choosing this particular day for her stupid escape attempt.

"I'm not sure," Daphne admitted. "I fear abruptly leaving without explanation because I sensed my boyfriend was in trouble might have irritated some of them."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, unsure of what else to say.

Daphne shushed him. "Don't be. Not everything is lost. I'm going back there."

Harry was surprised by her declaration. "They're still waiting for you?" he asked skeptically, considering it had been hours. He found it hard to believe the nobility of Magical Britain would wait for someone that long, not even for his girlfriend.

"Of course not," Daphne agreed.

"Then how—" Harry began, growing increasingly confused until it finally dawned on him. "Oh. You're going to use the time-turner again, aren't you?" When Daphne didn't deny it, he shook his head. "You're using it too often," he lightly chastised her. "At this rate, it'll add years to your life before you know it."

"Are you calling me old?!" the blonde cried in mock outrage, to which Harry responded by smiling and giving her a quick kiss. "Besides, it's not just me. You're coming with me," Daphne informed him.

"Me?" Harry asked in shock. "But you thought it wasn't a good idea."

Daphne nodded. "And I was wrong, Harry. During the meeting, I could sense some of them were on the fence. Not about the need to remove Voldemort, but whether I can do it," she explained. "They need to see I have your support. And that we're in agreement on what comes after Voldemort is defeated."

"I see," Harry said, falling into silence as he imagined meeting Daphne's peers – people who will probably look down on him and might even insult his mother.

Daphne studied him for a moment before sighing. "I'm sorry, Harry. I know this is sudden, and I wanted to give you more time," she apologized. "But the truth is, I need your support now," Daphne said, biting her lip nervously as she waited for his reaction. "Are you... are you okay with this?"

Harry looked into her eyes and nodded, but Daphne remained uncertain.

"I know you said you would support my plans for the future, but... if you want that arrangement to end," she said, staring at him with worry. "Just tell me, Harry."

"Daphne..." Harry began and then paused. It was Daphne's turn to look at him with concern, but Harry didn't let the silence linger for long. "… will you marry me?"

Silence enveloped the cell, so profound that a pin dropping could be heard. The beautiful blonde stared at him in utter bewilderment. "What?!" she loudly hissed.

Harry took her hand in his. "We both sort of assumed that was the plan, but I realized I never actually asked," he explained slowly.

Daphne yanked her hand away and stood up, rapidly backing away from the bed. Harry slowly followed her, now worried as this wasn't the reaction he was expecting or hoping for.

Daphne could not believe this was happening!

She knew that by seeking Harry's support, she was essentially asking him to endorse something he didn't believe in and likely disagreed with. Such was the price of being with someone like her, the heiress of House Greengrass and a devoted pureblood supremacist. It was a price Harry Potter seemed willing to pay. However, she loved him enough not to force him into it if he didn't want to. Against her better judgment and everything her family stood for, Daphne offered him an opportunity to back out.

But instead of accepting the option like a sensible person, the infuriating halfblood went ahead and proposed to her!

"Daphne, what's wrong?" Harry asked gently, his emerald eyes piercing through her resolve with a mix of concern and affection.

'Damn his eyes!' she thought with irritation, he resolve threatened by his gaze and being reminded of her deep love for a son of a mudblood. In that moment, Daphne Greengrass made her ultimate decision when it came to Harry Potter – she would never give him another chance to back out.

Instead of answering him, Daphne snapped her fingers, causing shackles and chains to spring from the walls, wrapping around his wrists. The brief but intense shock on Harry's face quickly shifted to amusement. "Is that a yes?" he asked with a smirk, even as the chains pulled his arms wide.

"Shut up, halfblood!" Daphne hissed. "Not another word! Do you hear me?" Not another word!"

Daphne surged forward, capturing her boyfriend in a passionate kiss before he could utter a word of protest. She reluctantly broke away only because of the offensive layer of clothing between them. Daphne used a combination of mundane and magical methods to disrobe Harry when she suddenly felt his hands on her body, doing the same to her. Harry had finally remembered he had the same command over the dungeon's security systems as she did and used it to free his hands.

"Daphne..." he moaned as they disrobed each other, but Daphne silenced him with more fervent kisses before guiding him to the floor. There, she flipped them over, positioning herself on top, and sent one last magical command to terminate the lighting in the cell. She enjoyed Harry's physical form as much as he enjoyed hers, but seeing each other using only their magical senses was, for lack of a better word, magical.

The glances of lust, while immensely pleasing to her when coming from Harry, were something Daphne was long used to seeing on men's faces. But here and now, she could sense Harry's magic lusting after hers. And seeing as magic was directly controlled by their souls, it was the surest proof of Harry's love she could have asked for.

She lowered herself onto her boyfriend and began to ride him, the cell filled by their moans and cries of pleasure. Her eyes could see nothing in the total darkness of the cell and yet she could perceive the brilliant light of his powerful magic swelling within him, ready to burst out and yearning to join hers, while her own body awaited it with eagerness.

Then she finally felt Harry's orgasm, his magic violently pouring forth. Her own soul clamped down on the energy the same way her pussy clamped down on his twitching cock. His orgasm briefly collapsed the boundaries between their souls and joined them together. Daphne instinctively used that connection to feed upon Harry as he eagerly offered himself to her and only her. Receiving the powerful infusion of his magic was like the sweetest drug and Daphne snarled aggressively, reaching her own orgasm and demanding ever more from him, both her body and soul milking every drop.

And Harry happily obliged her! Many men found it uncomfortable to have this much taken from them and would instinctively stop it after a while. But not Harry, who relished it like nothing else. He enjoyed the sensation of her soul selfishly nibbling on his, gaining a temporary power boost at the expense of his existence.

Even muggles were familiar with the phenomenon, being able to distantly sense their souls breaking up during sex. La petit mort, the little death, they called it. But no matter how many little deaths she inflicted on Harry Potter, he always longed for her to give him more. No matter how much she took, Daphne Greengrass could always sense more within him, the love Harry felt for her regenerating his soul damage faster than she could cause it.

"More!" Daphne cried, using her magic to keep Harry going over and over again. Those spells were like second nature to her at this point, always making their encounters last a very long time. She desperately sought to reach a point where Harry had nothing left to give, where he would finally stop her. Perhaps someday it would happen, but not today. Just like many times before, their lovemaking ended with her incapable of taking more from him and the two of them lying in each other's arms, utterly content.

"Harry," she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"The answer is yes... I'll marry you."