A/N:

Hi! New chapter. A big thanks to everyone who's been enjoying this fic :)

Thanks to FFN commenter Anee-1 for leaving a comment that helped inspire this chapter. I will leave their comment at the end of this chapter for reference.

As always, feel free to leave a comment if you have any ideas to prompt another chapter.


"I have a quidditch game later today," Harry told Daphne.

"I know, I have your schedule for the year memorized."

"So I was wondering…" he started.

"Speak your mind, Harry."

"Do you want to wear my jersey?"

It had been one of Harry's foremost fantasies during the past six years to have a girlfriend who would wear his quidditch jersey to his matches. It just so happened that the girl featured most prominently in these fantasies was also his recently acquired girlfriend, Daphne Greengrass.

He was hoping today might be the day that fantasy was finally realized.

"Why would I do that?" Daphne asked.

Or maybe not.

"Well, I'm not sure really? It's just sort of, something people do?"

"I do not understand."

"Like, you'd wear it to show your support for me?"

"You are in a rival house. Why would I show my support for you? I do not support you."

"But I'm your boyfriend! Don't you want me to win?"

"No."

Harry sighed. Today's quidditch match was against Slytherin, Daphne's house. And while he may be her boyfriend, she seemed weirdly competitive about house rivalries.

He gave her his cutest puppy dog face. "You want me to lose?" he sniffled dramatically, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"Yes."


Possible Emotion Detected: Guilt

Simulating Physiological Response…

Printing Thought Sequence: He is too cute!

While her boyfriend may be adorable, Daphne hated losing, and a loss for her house was a loss for her.

"I am sorry, Harry. But I cannot in good conscience wear your jersey. I will be cheering for Slytherin today."

"You cheer?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Of course."

"Show me," he challenged.

Printing Thought Sequence: Go, go, Slytherin!

Harry stared at Daphne, who hadn't moved a muscle. "Were you cheering?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't tell."

"I was doing it silently."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

"It is equally meaningless either way. Cheering for a team that is too far up in the sky to hear which team you are cheering for in the first place holds no value for the performance of said team."

Harry slumped in his seat. He loved his girlfriend, but she sure did take the fun out of things sometimes.


"Will Daphne be wearing your jersey today?" Harry's friend Ron asked him at lunch.

"No," he answered sadly. "She said she'll be cheering for Slytherin."

Ron gasped. "You have to break up with her!"

"Hey, don't even joke about that," Harry said severely. "I've been dreaming about her for six years, I'm not about to break up with her for supporting her house team over mine."

"I guess not," Ron agreed. "But for the record, Lavender will be wearing my jersey," he added smugly.

"I think she wears your clothes more often than she wears her own clothes at this point."

Harry shuddered as he thought about Ron's girlfriend of the past year, Lavender Brown. While she wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, her overly clingy nature gave Harry the creeps.

"I'll wear your jersey, Harry!" a voice spoke from the other side of the table.

Harry looked to see Ron's little sister, Ginny, looking up at him hopefully. A good flier in her own right, Ginny wasn't interested in playing on the quidditch team at school, but was still a huge fan of the sport in general.

"Sure, why not?" Harry said.

Ginny, being his best friend's little sister, was kind of like a little sister to him as well. So he threw her the jersey, which she clutched reverently, and didn't think about it again until much later.


"Potter!" Draco Malfoy called from across the hall, making a big scene for no reason as usual. "If I win this match, you have to break up with Daphne Greengrass!"

"No."

The students in the hallway watched the spectacle with interest.

Draco spluttered. "B-b-but that's not fair!"

"That makes no sense, Draco." Harry explained.

If Ginny was like a little sister to Harry, Draco was sort of like an annoying little cousin. He found him rather funny, and generally liked the boy, but he could definitely get on his nerves sometimes.

"You see," he continued, "a bet needs stakes. And you're not presenting any stakes if I win, only if I lose."

"Fine!" Draco exclaimed. "If you win, you can do w-w-whatever you want with me," he blushed.

All of the surrounding students gave Draco a weird look, and Harry was troubled to notice some of them giving him the look as well.

Harry turned to Draco. "Uh, no. Listen, I need to go get ready. I'll see you on the field."

Harry ran away.


Possible Emotion Detected: Jealousy

Simulating Physiological Response…

Daphne's advanced optical receptors zoomed in on a certain redheaded girl from across the quidditch pitch.

Sitting in the stands, wearing her boyfriend's jersey, was Ginny Weasley.

Printing Thought Sequence: That is my boyfriend, you little hussy!

Daphne tried to calculate who was to blame. Was it her, for not agreeing to wear her boyfriend's jersey? Her boyfriend, for letting that little…vixen wear it? Or was it on the little Weasley girl for attempting to overthrow her relationship and steal her boyfriend?

Possible Emotion Detected: Homicidal

Printing Thought Sequence: Definitely the little redheaded devil…

Daphne could hardly focus on the match, as she spent the better part of her processing power running simulations on how she could discreetly dispose of a body.

More specifically, a cute, young, ginger, and very much human body. The same human body that was trying to purloin the love of her (robotic) life.

Daphne trusted Harry, and was even confident that he preferred her form to Ginny's. But what if that changed in the future? Sure, Daphne knew she was objectively gorgeous, but what if Harry got tired of her blank facial expressions, or the robotic whirring that he loved so much? What if Harry grew repulsed by her smooth, soft, and supple synthetic skin and wanted Ginny's (probably) less smooth, less soft, less supple stupid freckled human skin instead?

Daphne couldn't help but feel anxious that even if Harry accepted her for who she was right now, his preferences might change later.

So while she knew she wouldn't actually harm Ginny Weasley, it was therapeutic to plan her demise nonetheless.


"Did you see me beat your house team today?" Harry asked smugly after the game.

"Yes," Daphne confirmed. "Slytherin did not stand a chance; our chasers are inexperienced, and most importantly, Draco Malfoy is far inferior to you as a seeker."

"Aw, thanks," Harry blushed.

"It was not a compliment," his girlfriend corrected. "My team is simply a disgrace."

"Oh. But you saw my catch?"

"Yes. More importantly, why was Ginny Weasley wearing your jersey?" Daphne asked flatly.

"Wait, so you didn't think my catch was impressive?" Harry said sadly.

"Do not dodge the question, Potter."

Daphne had seen his catch, and did think it was impressive, but now was not the time for that.

Harry scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. He felt like he had done something wrong, but he wasn't quite sure what it was yet.

"Ginny asked if she could wear it," he said, shrugging.

"And you said yes?"

"Yeah…?" Harry replied, feeling guilty all of a sudden.


Printing Thought Sequence: He sees no problem with his actions. Am I over-processing this?

"Harry, what is your 'type', romantically and sexually speaking?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend's abrupt question, but tried to think up an answer anyway.

"Er…let me think…"

Printing Thought Sequence: If he says 'redheads', I will kill him, and then self-destruct.

"I guess blondes?" he said eventually. The only crush he had ever really had was on Daphne, so he figured that was his type. "Being tall helps," he added, trying to describe his girlfriend to his girlfriend. "I think it's important to be in good shape, and have a good complexion?"

Possible Emotion Detected: Relief

Simulating Physiological Response…

Daphne felt as though an overly tightened screw in her mechanical chest had finally been loosened, and a sense of calm washed over her nerve receptors. While Ginny Weasley was in good shape and had good complexion (apart from those stupid freckles), she was quite short and definitely not blonde.

"I am glad," Daphne remarked. "Your type seems to fit my description rather accurately."

"Naturally," Harry replied. "I've had a crush on you pretty much since I first saw you six years ago."

Possible Emotion Detected: Happiness

Whirrrrr

Printing Thought Sequence: I did not know that…but it makes me happy.

Harry smiled at his girlfriend's little indication of contentment. "And that crush has only deepened every day since," he added.

Whirrrrr

"You are performing spectacularly," Daphne reported. "I am glad I do not have to self-destruct."

"Wait, what!?" Harry said, alarmed.

"It is a joke."

"You make jokes?"

"I thought I would try, but I see it was poorly received. Do not expect me to try again; the shame of a failed joke is crippling."


"Greengrass!" a voice shouted at Daphne from down the hallway later that night.

Daphne turned around, and saw the despicable redheaded devil, Ginny Weasley.

"You should stay away from Harry, if you know what's good for you," Ginny said.

"I know everything that is good for me, and Harry is one of them," Daphne replied, feeling her simulated physiological anger responses start up.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "I've known Harry since we were kids. You didn't even speak to him once until you started dating last week."

"What is your point, little devil?"

Ginny didn't comment on the name she had just been called. "My point is that Harry will be mine eventually, and you may as well move along."

"Harry does not like you romantically and has no interest in you sexually; I fail to see how Harry will ever be yours."

Ginny scowled at the girl. "He'll come to love me, in time," she said menacingly.

Threat Detected: Ginny Weasley, A.K.A 'Little Devil'.

Danger Evaluation: 9.0

Daphne didn't like the sound of the little devil's words. They sounded somehow…nonconsensual. While it would be one thing if Harry left her willingly for Ginny, she wouldn't let some stalkerish fangirl pose a threat to her boyfriend's autonomy.

"I see," Daphne said. "That is a shame."

Ginny smiled. "So does that mean you'll break up with him?"

"You misunderstand, devil. It is a shame that I will have to use my re-education protocol on you."

"What?" Ginny asked, confused. "What does that- Hey, let go of me!"

Daphne had already scanned the hallway using her panoptic peripheral vision, and was therefore certain there would be no witnesses as she dragged Ginny Weasley off into a nearby broom closet.


"Is it just me or is your sister acting strangely lately?" Harry asked Ron a few days later over dinner.

Ron shrugged. "She's been acting a bit off since Thursday night, but I haven't the slightest clue what caused it."

Harry turned to look over at Ginny, who was eating spaghetti and mumbling to herself. She had a vacant look in her eyes, and every once in a while would cringe away if someone made a particularly loud noise near her.

"Maybe I should try talking to her?" Harry said.

"Do not," said a voice from behind him.

Harry spun around and saw his girlfriend Daphne.

"She will recover quicker if you leave her alone."

"Oh. Okay?"

Harry didn't really understand, but his girlfriend was smart and he trusted her, so he left Ginny alone.


"Um, Daphne?"

"What is it, Harry?"

"Why are you wearing my jersey?"

Harry had given Daphne his quidditch jersey the other day at her request, but hadn't actually expected her to wear it until at least his next game.

"I thought you liked this?" Daphne asked.

"I mean, I do," he replied. "But it's a bit embarrassing if you wear it on a day when I'm not even playing…"

"But I am showing my support for you," she said, confused.

"I guess? But-"

"Greengrass!" a voice shouted from across the courtyard, cutting Harry off. "What are you doing in a Gryffindor jersey?"

"Oh. Hello Draco Malfoy," Daphne replied as the boy approached them. "I am showing my support for Harry."

"But you're a Slytherin!" Draco exclaimed. "You can't support the enemy!"

"I used to feel the same way; to some extent, I still do. But I can no longer risk this jersey falling into the wrong hands."

"Huh?" Harry looked at his girlfriend, confused.

Draco turned to Harry, his anger rapidly fading into sadness. "So this is how it is, Harry?"

"What?" asked Harry, totally confused.

"She can wear your jersey, but I can't?"

"Why would you even want to!?" yelled Harry, horrified.

Daphne ran some calculations and came to an important realization. "Are you another rival?" she asked Draco.

Harry looked between the two of them in concern. "No, Draco doesn't-"

"And what if I am?" Draco replied testily.

Oh boy, Harry thought. Here we go again.

"Draco, we already went over this," Harry started. "I'm not interested in-"

"Stay out of this, Harry!" they both yelled in unison.


Information Request: Harry's Type

Print List: [Blonde] [Tall] [Good Shape] [Good Complexion]

Daphne quickly analyzed Draco's form.

He was blonde.

He was tall.

He was in good shape.

He had good complexion.

Possible Emotion Detected: Concern

Printing Thought Sequence: Forget the Ginger Demon, a true rival has approached!

"I will not let you have him," Daphne said.

"That's not your choice to make," Draco replied.

"Isn't it my choice-"

"Stay out of this, Harry!" they repeated.

Daphne and Draco stared each other down while Harry just sat there, unsure of what to do.

Threat Detected: Draco Malfoy

Danger Evaluation: 0.27

According to her optics, Draco was no threat to Harry, so she couldn't rationalize 're-educating' him like she did with Ginny. If she wanted to ensure her boyfriend stayed loyal to her, and didn't run off with this upstart who just so happened to be his ideal type, she would have to do it the old fashioned way.

"Harry, I love you more than he does," Daphne professed.

"How do you even know that?" Draco countered. "I've loved him for years!"

Harry cringed as several nearby students listening to the exchange gasped.

"I would self-destruct for him," Daphne said. "Would you?"

Draco's resolve wavered. "You mean like, die?"

"Yes."

Draco's lip quivered. "I'm probably not ready for that yet…"

"Then I have won."

Draco started to tremble and his eyes got wet and watery. "Maybe for now! But don't think you've seen the last of me!"

And with that, he ran away.


"Um, Daphne?" Harry said once Draco had left. "You know I don't like guys, right?"

"Explain."

"As in, I'm only interested in girls. I will never return Draco's feelings."

Daphne felt the immediate relief wash over her before the emotion even displayed in her optics. She was concerned since Draco fit Harry's type so perfectly, but with the addition of [Female] to his known preferences, such was no longer the case.

"I am glad to hear that," Daphne said, but then she paused. She had just thought of something, and needed to confirm.

"Hypothetically speaking, does a robot girl count as a girl?" she asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "Hypothetically speaking? Yes."

"I am glad to hear that."

"Why?" Harry asked. "Unless you are a robot…?"

"I was just curious. After all, I am not a robot. I am a perfectly normal sixteen year old girl."

Harry shrugged, and gave his robot girlfriend a quick kiss.

Ultimately, he loved Daphne, and he didn't really mind what she was either way.

He took her hand in his, and they headed off to the Great Hall for lunch.


I won't lose, Ginny thought, alone in her room that night.

She shuddered as she remembered the time she had spent with Daphne in the broom closet. The things Daphne had said, the things Daphne had done…

And yet, she wouldn't relent.

She wouldn't give in.

Daphne had made one vast miscalculation - Ginny would not be re-educated so easily.

She narrowed her eyes in nefarious contemplation.

Harry will be mine, one day…


A/N:

Thanks for reading!

Thanks to Anee-1 for the idea, they left a nice long comment with many ideas that I may use in the future :) Here is the section that I used: "next chapter could be [Daphne] arguing about why would she want to wear [Harry's] Quidditch jersey, and then when he concedes at let's a friend wear it, she could get a huge spike of jealousy and take it from the friend."