Chapter 19 - The Lord of the House of Slytherin

Harry had already drawn his wand from the very moment the archway into the Slytherin Common Room had opened for him and he'd heard the raised voices from the bottom of the stairs. His heart was pounding before he reached the top of the short staircase that overlooked the main room. Now, seeing Daphne, Tracey, Astoria and Draco at wand point his internal dialogue was racing:

'I'm gonna fucking kill them. I'm gonna rip each arm off one by one.'

'Don't kill them, Dumbledore asked for restraint.'

'They're gonna hurt Daphne'

'Dumbledore asked you for damn restraint. How would she look at you if you tore their arms off? And the other Slytherins….you're getting way too powerful now and you have to live with these people.'

'But they deserve to be punished, don't they?'

'Of course they do. Just don't kill them'

'Fuck it. Let's just scare them a little. I'm not having this all year.'

"You better drop your wands and take a big fucking step back." called Harry, "Or you'll meet the same end as your fathers."

The eight boys suddenly snapped their heads around, quickly followed by their wands.

"Ah, Potter," Liam Avery spat, "Just the scum I wanted to see."

Sensing danger, quite a few members of Slytherin scarpered into their rooms, but there were several who simply moved to the edges of the room, as Harry slowly stepped down the stairs.

"That's Lord Slytherin-Potter to you." Harry scolded, "And yes, I heard you and your little friends were looking for me on the train. Now you have me. Are you here to apologise for how your pathetic father got his brains all over my nice Acromantula silk robes?"

"I'm here to fucking kill you." Avery gritted.

Dominicus Yaxley came to his side. "And me," he said.

"As are the rest of us," another tall, skinny boy said as he and the other five made their way into a semi-circle in front of Harry.

Harry chuckled darkly, feeling the heat on his neck from his House pendant, "You can try, but I'm afraid you won't get very far."

"Please," spat Yaxley, "There are eight of us, one of you, and we have two years on you. Don't worry, we can make this quick."

"We can indeed," said Harry, surveying the layout of the room around him, "I tell you what. You can all have the first shot at me."

"Don't Dominicus, you know what he did to your father," an older, brunette girl called out from one side of the room, "His eyes are glowing, for Morgana's sake."

"Shut up, Cassandra, he's mine." called Yaxley, "This will be easy."

"Are we going to carry on talking all day, or do you want your bed in the Hospital Wing?" Harry said.

"Fuck you, Potter," Yaxley called, "Avada Kedavra"

The killing curse smashed off Harry's quickly conjured stone block, shattering it completely. Another was not far behind, but Harry simply leaned his head to one side to avoid it. Next, two stunners and a gouging hex shot towards him. One collided with the stonework behind him and the others bounced off Harry's effortlessly produced Protego. Strafing to the left, he dispelled his shield and ducked an angry black curse he didn't recognise and spotted that a pot of quills had been transfigured into arrows that were now zooming towards him. He rapidly fired five Reductos to intercept them and grinned. This was child's play.

He dodged an entrail-expelling curse and a Diffindo before finally going on the attack, shouting "Accio" to literally pull the large fine Slytherin rug from under them, sending them all tumbling onto their backs. He didn't give them a chance though and rapidly cast eight non-verbal Disarming Charms, sending their wands careening towards them. He didn't bother to catch them, many of the wands bouncing off the bricks and staircase behind him.

Waving his wand like a lasso, he hissed "Corpora Congelo Flagellum" in parseltongue. An ethereal green whip with the head of a snake emerged from his wand freezing their bodies in place and snapping their arms to the sides like Petrificus Totalus. With their now frozen forms under his control, he dispelled the whip before slightly lifting his wand, raising them high into the air.

Several other Slytherins began to raise their wands to intervene, but Tracey, Astoria and Daphne quickly dissuaded them with the point of their own wands.

Harry smirked, it really had been worth doing a bit more research into the family's emotive-intent-based magic he'd used on Terry at the party. Now, with his heightened temper, he didn't even need to raise his wand at them to keep them all floating there, helpless. He started to pace back and forth in front of them, like a panther teasing its prey.

"Now, you see," he said, "You all seem to underestimate who I am. I'm not just Harry Potter, the one who defeated the Dark Lord, I am also the Lord of Slytherin. I am the Lord of this House. This is my domain and you will submit to me, whether you like it or not."

He carelessly flicked his wand downwards and lowered them to a standing position.

"You see, my family magic is based heavily on Parseltongue and healing magic, but this isn't something that has to be used to heal others. In fact, when you get me angry it can give me complete control of the bodies of those around me. Unlike your pitiful fathers and the other followers of that coward Voldemort, I don't need to use the Imperius curse to get to you submit to me. As he himself said to me once, 'Bow'.

He flicked his wand again and contorted their bodies, forcing them to bow before him before straightening them back up. Then, one by one, he punched each of them hard in the face, each nose broken in a sickening crunch, their noses streaming blood.

"As you can tell, I don't command your minds but I can command your bodies. I could have you all in the fireplace…"

Swishing his wand to the right he floated all eight of them closer to the fire which brought a frightened gasp from the other Slytherins. He smiled and brought his new playthings back to the centre.

"I could throw you all high up into the sky…"

He brought them towards him slightly so they would miss the ceiling lighting, then with a sharp drag of his wand sent them shooting toward the ceiling, before showing ultimate control by having them all stop an inch away from it.

"And I'm strongly considering putting you in the dirt." Harry said, forcefully dragging his wand down sending them to the floor with a thud and there were several tell-tale cracks of broken ankles."

"Notice how you can't even scream? That's because I am controlling how much air you can exhale at once."

He brought them up to be floating again in front of him.

"Heir Draco Malfoy," Harry then said softly, "Go and fetch Professor Snape, I'm trying not to completely lose my temper."

"M-me," Draco asked from his position against the entranceway to the dormitories, "Why me?"

"I trust you will give him a real account of what happened and the spells that were just used and tell him that I sent for him, won't you? Now go, quickly."

Draco nodded frantically and giving him a fearful look, ran past Harry and up the stairs.

Harry raised the eight high in the air again and resumed walking to and fro.

"Now," he said darkly, "Some of you, if you aren't all expelled, might think of trying to ambush me, trying to poison me or trying to use your wily plotting skills against me. You might try to hurt Daphne or my friends. What you don't know is that I am everywhere. The portraits in this castle are all bound to report to me. The house-elves, the ones who prepare your food, wash your clothes, tidy your rooms all work for Hogwarts, and by extension, me. Now Professor Dumbledore understands how much power I'm beginning to wield and has asked me to exercise restraint, so I'm not going to hurt you today, well…any further…but if I even get the barest inkling of a hint that anyone is plotting to hurt me or anyone else in this castle, the Professors will not be able to save you. Some of the books in my library contain spells that could turn your blood solid, remove your ability to breathe, or just generally make your insides become your outsides, all in the name of healing of course. That goes for everyone in this house. Do you all understand?"

There was a mumble of assent.

The room started to darken and the lights started to flicker.

"That's, yes, Lord Slytherin-Potter."

"Yes, Lord Slytherin-Potter," those in the room called.

"Good," Harry replied, speaking to the others with a genial smile as the lights returned to normal, "After this, I bet quite a few of you think I'm out here to hurt you all or I'm super scary. I know that a lot of you are good people who just want to get further in life. Fuck the house rivalries. I promise I'm not here to hurt you. I wouldn't mind being friends with some of you, actually. If you respect me, I will respect you."

"I think it's time to put them all down, Lord Slytherin-Potter," came the voice of Severus Snape.

Harry turned his head to see the Potions master looking at him warily. Harry nodded and with a flick of his wand his attackers all fell back to the floor.

"Accio dropped wands," Snape called, and the boy's wands all flew into his hand as those on the floor tried to scramble to their feet.

"You eight," Snape then said with soft, venomous quality, "My office, now."

They couldn't limp past Harry and up their stairs fast enough.

Harry and Snape made eye contact and for a moment neither of them spoke. Snape visibly took a deep breath while gritting his teeth before saying "Thank you for your restraint and for sending for me."

Harry simply nodded and Snape swiftly left for his office, his robes billowing behind him.

The room was still quiet for a few moments after they left before Daphne's body hit him like a missile and she said, "Oh Harry, are you alright? That was so so scary. Did they hit you?"

"Are you kidding, Daph?" Tracey said, "They didn't get a scratch on him. Thanks for helping us, Harry."

Harry nodded shortly, but he couldn't meet her smile, he felt his hand still visibly shaking, and the pendant still hot on his neck.

"Calm down for me sweetheart," Daphne said, pulling away from him to look up at him, "Your eyes are still glowing."

"They…they might've killed you," Harry uttered, swallowing, "I very nearly…"

"Come on, let's go to your room, you haven't shown it to me yet."

Harry nodded and they walked towards the tapestry in front of his bedroom. A quick word in parseltongue, the door unlocked and she led him in.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed and put his head in his hands as Daphne sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulders.

"Harry, it's okay," Daphne said, comfortingly rubbing his back, "I'm okay, we're all okay."

Harry breathed heavily for a few moments and before not looking up at her, said, "I know, and I'm so happy about that, but I'm scared Daph."

"Why?" Daphne said.

"I was so close, you couldn't hear the things I was saying in my head Daph, I could've killed them, quite easily. Just like I can freeze them and make them float, I could have frozen their hearts, made them stop breathing…I can stop the whole body now." He looked up at Daphne, who was still looking at him with no fear on her face. "I'm just…so angry…all the time... and when they threatened you…"

"But you didn't. You controlled yourself. I would've wanted to kill them as well. They cast the killing curse at you for Merlin's sake."

Harry didn't know what to say. Daphne cupped a hand to the side of his face and kissed his scar gently.

"You… you aren't afraid of me now?" Harry asked and was surprised when Daphne smiled.

"Of course not. You'd never hurt me, and like you said out there, you'd never hurt anyone unless they deserved it. Why don't you grab some pyjamas and go and get a shower to cool off, you're still glowing a bit."

Harry nodded and went to a chest of drawers to find some nightclothes. Then, he turned to Daphne. With the remaining hint of glow in his eyes, it was very hard for her to resist when Harry said, "You can join me if you like."

"Tempting," Daphne said with a smirk, "But not this week. It's…er…my time of the month. Trust it to happen when we find out we've got a bedroom to ourselves."

Harry chuckled, nodded and went off to the bathroom to take a shower. Daphne was right, it did relax him, and seven or eight minutes later he turned off the showerhead and dried himself off. Knowing how Daphne felt about his body though, he didn't bother putting his nightshirt on, just his pyjama bottoms.

The main lighting had been lowered when he entered, leaving the room only illuminated by two sconces on either side of his bed.

"What do you think?" Daphne called. His curtains had been drawn and he pulled them back to reveal his girlfriend lounging with one of his textbooks, now wearing only her underwear and his Quidditch jersey. She rolled over so she could see the name "Potter" emblazoned upon her back.

"That. Is really hot," said Harry, "I wish it wasn't…that week."

"Me too," Daphne agreed, slipping under his sheets and yawning "This bed is so comfy though, and I'm really tired."

"I'm still really awake," Harry said, adrenaline still not having died down fully yet.

"Grab a book and get in with me."

"Good idea, I've got my first meeting with Madam Pomfrey tomorrow," Harry replied, grabbing his medical textbook from his desk and climbing into bed.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, Dumbledore told her about my interest in healing and she's agreed to teach me," Harry said, pulling open his textbook.

"That's great," Daphne said as she rested her head on his chest and began to stroke her fingers on the wispy hairs trailing from his belly button, "Doesn't look like a bedtime story though."

Harry laughed and started reading and Daphne sighed. Five minutes later, Harry turned to a new page and recognised the title.

"Daph, isn't seizures what happens to your sister when the curse happens?"

But she didn't respond. Tilting his head slightly, he saw that her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep. He too sighed contentedly and began to read about seizures and how they happened. He learned that they were caused by sudden, uncontrolled bursts of electrical activity in the brain that could cause erratic movements and other changes in behaviour and levels of consciousness. When he realised that he'd read the same line about the causes three times, he realised that he too was tired now and had stopped taking it in. He reached out with the book to put it on his bedside table, grabbed his wand, swished off the lighting and snuggled in with Daphne to go to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Daphne wasn't there and he felt quite empty, somehow. On his bedside was his tablet and he saw a message had been scrawled:

Gone to get ready, should've gone and got some uniform last night to bring it to your room.

Harry sighed, grabbed his quill and scribbled:

Could've got Dobby to go and get it for you. I was looking forward to waking up next to you.

He got up and walked over to the wardrobe to start getting ready. Five minutes later, when he came back from brushing his teeth, he saw another message:

Ah, but then you would've got to see me without my clothes on again and I would like to keep my innocence for now, thank you very much.

Harry snorted and wrote:

Please. I know just how innocent you are.

Instantly, appeared:

How dare you? I was going to ask if I could sit with you at breakfast and lunch but now you've got no chance.

Aww!

Tough luck gorgeous, we've got no classes together today either. Have a good time with Pomfrey xxx

He wrote "See you later, love you" but there was no response, so Harry stood up again and went to grab the day's required textbooks.

Daphne, as always, loved Arithmancy. After potions, it was her favourite subject and so she enjoyed her first class of the year with Professor Vector. She'd had them all stand up in front of the class and present the ideas they'd worked on over their holidays for their main project. Hermione had done most of the talking of course and Professor Vector said that she was impressed and that if it wasn't Daphne and Hermione planning on working on this project, she would've dissuaded them against it. In the second half of the double lesson, the Professor came around their tables to ask how the project was going.

"It's going okay, Professor," Daphne said, "But we've hit a bit of a snag."

"You're going to hit quite a few of those with this project, but I'm sure you can do it. What's the problem?"

"We want to make it so that any debris that hits the material isn't recognised as an attack but can't get the poly-arcane numerators to align with the intent matrix, Professor," Hermione said, "Every time we try to plug in a new decimal it's just not cancelling out."

"Let me have a look," Vector said, and Hermione slid over their work. After a good minute, the Professor suggested an answer, "You're not aligning the infinitum. None-infinite decimals won't work. What can we use to create recurring numbers?"

"Fractions!" Daphne said, joyfully to Hermione's enthusiastic nod, to which the Professor grinned at them, congratulated them on their progress so far and awarded them 5 points to each of their houses.

They finished the class pleased that they'd made some progress and we were chatting happily as they left, but then Daphne felt Pansy's shoulder barge past her as they exited the classroom.

"Oi, what's your bloody problem," Daphne shouted after Pansy, who turned on the spot.

"What's my problem?" Pansy snapped, "Aside from you picking to do your project with a mudblood like Granger instead of me? How about the fact that you obviously believe you're the Queen of Slytherin after your boyfriend showed those lads up last night? Avery and Yaxley got expelled, and who do you think that is gonna fall back on? You better watch yourself."

"Don't talk about Hermione like that. Just because Draco picked Astoria over you doesn't mean you have to be a bitch. You liked Harry at the party."

"Yeah well, my Dad's putting a lot of pressure on me," Pansy responded defensively.

"And now you're suddenly gonna start caring what he thinks after all these years? You've always rebelled against him. You brought muggle vodka to my party for Merlin's sake. I thought you were your own person Pans, and I thought you were my friend. Come on Hermione," Daphne replied, grabbing a gaping Hermione by her arm and guiding her past Pansy and down a staircase.

"Are…are you okay, Daphne?" Hermione asked when they were out of earshot.

Daphne sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine. I've just known Pansy since I was five, that's all."

Aside from not seeing Daphne so far that day, Harry's day was going pretty well so far. He'd received a note at breakfast from Professor Dumbledore thanking him for showing restraint to the elder Slytherins (though he wished he hadn't hurt them quite so badly) and said that they would be punished accordingly. By lunch, he'd heard that Avery and Yaxley had been expelled, though he didn't know how they would be punished for their killing curses if there was no Azkaban for them to be taken to. At least their wands would've been snapped. By the end of the day, he was tired from two rather theory-heavy classes on Transfiguration and Charms but was looking forward to his session with Madam Pomfrey, to which he was currently walking.

The matron had set up a desk and chairs on either side at one end of the Hospital Wing when he entered. He marched up, set down his bag and sat down opposite her.

"Good afternoon, Lord Slytherin-Potter." Madam Pomfrey said, "I'm glad you're here."

"So am I, Madame Pomfrey, call me Harry," Harry said.

"Then while you are in here with me, I am Poppy. Now, tell me, Professor Dumbledore has told me you've shown a great aptitude for healing magic. I'm guessing this is because of your use of Parseltongue. Are you set on becoming a healer?"

"I'm getting to that point, but at the moment I've got a little Dark Lord problem that's stopping the more healing aspects of my family magics being my main focus."

Poppy nodded seriously, "I can understand that. You have hard times ahead of you. We all have. I am happy to help you with your background knowledge and while you are with me, you will get some hands-on experience at what it will be like were you to become a healer, if you would like."

"That would be brilliant…er..Poppy. Even if I don't become a healer the ability the make better decisions when healing in fights would help me a lot, at least."

"It's settled then," the Matron said with a smile, "Right, apart from some late-night visitors you sent me last night with some easily remedied broken ankles and noses, I've had no other patients left this year, though to be honest until I'm satisfied I wouldn't let you near any of them anyway. While I heard about your successful limb-reattachment over the summer, you were exceedingly lucky, and I can assume only went well because of your family magic. You can't rely on that. I need you to prove to me that you know enough theory at least before we get properly started. You've been reading the book that I recommended?"

"Yes, I'm quite a way through it."

"Good," Madame Pomfrey nodded, before sliding over a quill, ink, and a large piece of parchment, "I'm going to finish brewing a potion, you complete this and I will mark it when you're finished. You have an hour.

While the matron got up and went to her back room to brew her potion, Harry began to focus on a 100-question quiz on anatomy and physiology, looking at the first question:

"What is the name for the collection of processes the body uses to maintain a constant internal environment, such as temperature regulation?"

This one was easy. Harry smiled and wrote "Homeostasis" in the space underneath.

He had it done in an hour, but it was a close thing. He'd finished the questions about ten minutes before the hour was up, but he had to go back and rethink a few answers he wasn't sure about.

When the hour was up, Poppy's voice called out to him from the backroom, saying "Harry, you're times up. Can you come in here, please? And bring the exam."

He walked to the back room with great interest. This was somewhere that he'd never been allowed, but had always been curious. Upon entering, he found himself in the centre of a long, rectangular room that was so perfectly organised he knew that if Hermione saw it she would've been talking about it for days. Along the long wall, about forty feet long in front of them was a large workstation atop many sets of drawers and cabinets, all labelled with things like, "Cauldrons, Large, Pewter, Silver, Gold,", "Debriding equipment, magical" and "Protective and Infection Preventative gloves, dragonhide, standard, muggle." The white workstation was spotless, apart from one large copper cauldron, within which Harry could see now only a purple residue and ladle, its contents having been poured carefully into a wide rack of crystal phials placed neatly along one side. Above the workstation was a long, three-high shelving unit, over half of which contained an array of different potions ingredients, the rest of the space housing potions themselves, either bought in or prepared in the hospital wing. He could tell that Madame Pomfrey was as disciplined in her organisation as she had shown with him from time to time, just by the fact that every single container's label had been turned to face forward and that they had been alphabetised. To his left, sat Poppy at her desk, in front of a six by six-foot bookcase of medical tomes, and to the right, in front of the window was a large trough of a sink.

"Okay," Madame Pomfrey said, "Rules for the office. If you take something out, you must return it. Labels go the right way round, I need to find them in an emergency. Any equipment you use, you must clean. The poster behind you gives you the correct potions required to complete most of said cleaning."

"Fair enough," Harry replied.

"Now, while I mark your exam you're going to clean that cauldron for me, to my standards, not Snape's. Why do you think that is?"

Harry shrugged, "Er…because you don't like Snape?"

"That might be the case, Harry," Pomfrey said with a slight amusement "But no. There are several potions and draughts that cannot have any contaminants whatsoever. Certain types of potions are so sensitive to contaminants that even the smallest quantity of another substance, even magic itself can make the potion dangerous to administer. Some potions require the cauldron to have been washed with certain fluids to amplify or diminish the magic within the cauldron for the brew to even complete properly. This is usually NEWT-level work. For example, in your second year, we had to brew a large quantity of Mandrake Restorative Draught, as I'm sure you no doubt remember. That year I had Penelope Clearwater helping me. To brew this, I required the use of a silver cauldron, which had just been used to create a blood-replenishment potion. For you, actually. Miss Clearwater didn't clean the cauldron properly and while the potion looked normal upon brewing, it very nearly put Colin Creevey in St Mungos. He had turned completely yellow. Jaundice, which usually is caused by issues with which organ?"

"The liver," Harry replied.

"Exactly. I was lucky I caught it in time. Now, far end top shelf, grab the bottle of Slobwrights Sterilising Solution and bring it to the cauldron."

Harry went to find what she was looking for and pulled down a large round bottle of shimmering green liquid. He placed it on the side and was asked to put on a pair of dragonhide gloves.

"Now, when you use "Slobwright's" you must be wearing dragonhide gloves. It melts most organic matter that it touches. It'll be fine if you get it on your robes, but don't let it get near anything else, now, goggles on."

He picked up the pair of goggles she had provided and placed them over his glasses, the elastic digging into the tops of his ears.

"Good. Now pour the solution in, only a little bit, just enough to cover the bottom and then pick up the cauldron. You need to rotate it to tip the solution all around the inside, but be careful you don't pour any out. After that, you scrub with this Petrified Chizpurfle-shell pad until it is all gone, put the cauldron in the sterile cupboard by your legs, rinse off your goggles and gloves in the sink, dry them and then put them in their correct drawers. It will take you about ten minutes, I'll have your test marked by then."

Carefully, Harry did as she asked and found that the solution she had provided was a lot thicker than it had looked in the bottle. It poured like a thick sludge once it left the bottle even though when he'd carried it from the shelves it had sloshed about in the flash like a normal liquid. He'd been surprised that the pad he was using was made of Chizpurfle shell, as the Chizpurfle was more like a large crab. He wouldn't have thought it would be absorbent, but steadily the solution was wicked away as he scrubbed.

After putting the equipment away, Madam Pomfrey was smiling at him.

"That looked very well done, and you did well on your test. Eighty-seven out of a hundred. Better than I was expected. Now with your late-night antics in the Slytherin Common Room, I'm very tired, so you're going to take your test back and this list to the library to find a book out for me while I have a little nap before the feast. For the next two weeks, unless I call for you, you need to spend our allotted two hours reading and absorbing the chapters. You'll be quizzed verbally in our next time together. If something comes up I may call for you if I think it's unusual or interesting, but you won't be assisting me in this ward until I know you've got this down, so the faster you do, the better."

"Sounds fair."

"I know it does," Poppy said with a short nod, "Now, off with you, and please no more night-time callouts for the next month."

"I'll do my best," Harry answered with a chuckle, waved and left the office.

Harry was one of the last to arrive at the feast, after getting stuck into the book that Pomfrey had set him - "Magical Infection Prevention and Control by Pandora Demix". If the matron did have a really interesting patient, he wanted the ability to assist her as soon as possible. He read it all the way through the feast as well, meaning Ron complained that he was "getting as bad as Hermione." It did mean though, that he was behind on his homework, so after the feast he headed back to the library with Hermione to complete Snape's essay.

It had taken quite a bit longer than he'd planned and so by the time he'd said goodbye to Hermione and made his way down to the Slytherin Common Room it was mostly empty and Daphne was nowhere to be seen. Unlocking his room, he strolled in, dropping his bag to the floor with a thunk and collapsed on his bed, shoes still on. After five minutes of just lazing, and very nearly dropping off to sleep, he picked up his tablet to see if there were any messages from Daphne. There were, and so he began to write back.

Love you too, but I only read this when I got back. Let me know when you're back in your room. I promise I'll bring PJs and uniform this time.

Back now

Incoming Greengrass in five minutes, haha xxx

Harry couldn't help but feel a little bit excited and so decided to quickly get up and brush his teeth. Even if it were clear he wasn't getting any of his increasing sexual frustrations taken care of this week, it had been wonderful falling asleep next to her. Another message came shortly after that she was outside and so he opened the door to see his bright and happy girlfriend in a white fluffy dressing gown with a little green satchel slung across her shoulder.

"Hi," she chirped happily, giving him a little peck on the cheek as she stepped past him, "Good day?"

"Yeah, it was cool, you?" Harry replied.

"Eh, it was alright, Herbology was dull, I know all that stuff anyway, but Arithmancy was cool, even if Pansy did go off on one."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Harry asked. ]

Daphne nodded. "Yeah but I still need to shower, do you mind? The girl's ones are all full."

Harry laughed and nodded, "Using me for my private bathroom now, I get it."

"Absolutely, have you seen this thing?" Daphne said after opening the door to his en-suite. "The bath alone is bigger than our hot tub. Wish we had a bath in the dorms."

"You're welcome to use it any time that you like," Harry replied with a smile.

"I knew there was a reason I picked you as my boyfriend. Just for that, you can watch," she replied over her shoulder as she sauntered into the bathroom. Without shutting the door and still facing away from him, she untied her dressing gown and let it fall to her feet, leaving her completely naked, her round backside almost staring back at him invitingly.

Harry couldn't run fast enough and as she stepped into the shower he began to unbutton his robes.

"Nah ah," Daphne said, as she slid the glass shower doors closed in front of him, "I said you could watch, not come in with me."

"You're such a damn tease."

"I know, but that's why you love me."

"I do."

Daphne blushed as she turned one of the knobs, causing a torrent of hot, soapy water to come rushing out of the showerhead and onto her hair. Harry was transfixed as he watched her lean her head backwards and saw the steaming water cascade down her hair and back.

"Harry?" Daphne called, her voice echoing slightly off the lime green and cream tiling, "Can you bring my bag in here and then grab the bottles of Sleekeasy's haircare and body wash and the loofah in my bag, I don't like the other stuff the school provides."

Harry choked out a "sure" and ran out of the room to grab the bag. He was gone in less than ten seconds, not wanting to miss anything. Placing the back on the toilet lid, he found what she was after and stood by the shower doors, saying "Here!"

She turned and opened the glass door slightly, just enough for him to hand her the bottles through before she shut them again. Harry struggled to put the bottles in her hand, he was too busy staring, and when his hand met hers he pulled his hand back in shock.

"Daph that's way too fuckin hot!" Harry cried, shaking his near-scalded hand as she lathered up her hair.

Daphne laughed, "I like my showers hot, don't be such a wuss."

"There's hot and there's trying to boil yourself in lava," Harry said.

"It's not that bad." defended Daphne with a chuckle.

"It bloody well is…hey, I can't see you anymore." Harry pointed out, the glass now completely steamed up from the heat of the shower.

"Aww has my Lord lost his perfect little view?" Daphne replied before rubbing a hand on the glass so that Harry could see.

"Much better, but I'm still pretty sure you're gonna come out looking like a lobster."

Daphne laughed, but Harry just stared as she poured out some of the body wash onto the loofah and began to lather herself up. He particularly enjoyed the way the suds dripped over her breasts and nipples, resting there for a moment before dropping to the floor.

"Can you grab me a towel?" Daphne asked, quickly rinsing herself a minute later and turning the shower off.

He turned to grab her a towel and turned back to the shower door.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, "Next week you can join me if you like. I'm just not sure I can trust myself with you naked yet otherwise."

Yes."

Then Daphne giggled, and before she opened the door she pressed her wet breasts up against the doors, her nipples squashing erotically against the steamed glass.

"How about now?" she asked.

"Uhhhh…."

Another giggle. "Good answer," she replied before opening the door slightly to take the towel from him, "Now go and grab some jim-jams and I'll meet you in bed."

His wish was her command.