CHAPTER 15: DAPHNE'S DILEMMA

The rest of the train ride passed in a blur. Harry kept to himself, his mind busy with thoughts and strategies. He knew that once they reached Hogwarts, he would need to act swiftly. He had already laid the groundwork, but there was still much to be done.

As the train finally pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Harry felt a surge of determination. He was ready for whatever lay ahead, ready to face the challenges and seize the opportunities. The game was on, and he was determined to come out on top.

With a final glance at the now-familiar faces of his friends and allies, Harry stepped off the train, ready to begin the next chapter of his journey. The future was his for the taking, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Harry gave Astoria an encouraging smile. "I trust you, c'mon. Now, you want me in the air, floating upside down. The incantation is Levicorpus, but this isn't your usual 'visualisation is everything' type of spell that McGonagall always preaches. Instead of imagining the person going up into the air, you need to pretend that the ground is up in the air, try and trick your magic into thinking you're the one that's wrong. Then channel that magic into your hand and don't let it reach your wand yet."

Astoria furrowed her brow, clearly trying to grasp the concept. "Got it?"

"I think so," she said through gritted teeth, her hand slowly coloring blue from the effort.

"Hold it there, and now jump," Harry instructed, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What?" Astoria looked at him, perplexed. "Jump?"

"Jump," Harry repeated, smirking. "Jumping helps you get the spell right the first time. Remember, Levicorpus."

Astoria took a deep breath, then echoed him, "Levicorpus!" She jumped, channeling all her concentration into the spell.

To her amazement, Harry was whipped into the air, hanging by his ankle. He let out a hearty laugh, swinging slightly. "See? I knew you could do it!"

Astoria's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and delight. "I did it! I really did it!"

Harry grinned down at her, still dangling upside down. "You sure did. And you nailed it on the first try. Impressive!"

Astoria's face lit up with a sense of accomplishment, but she quickly masked it with a look of mock seriousness. "You look ridiculous, Potter."

"Maybe so, but it's a small price to pay for teaching you a new spell," Harry chuckled. "Now, do you remember the counter-spell?"

Astoria nodded, her confidence growing. "Liberacorpus, right?"

"Exactly," Harry confirmed. "Give it a go."

Astoria took another deep breath, focused her mind, and with a flick of her wand, said, "Liberacorpus!"

Harry dropped to the ground, landing gracefully on his feet. "Perfect. You're a quick learner, Astoria."

She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, Harry. It's not every day you get to learn spells from the Chosen One."

Harry waved off the compliment, but his smile remained. "Just don't go using Levicorpus on unsuspecting classmates. It can be quite a shock."

Astoria laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the lesson."

Harry nodded. "Anytime. Now, how about we try it again, just to make sure you've got it?"

Astoria's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Absolutely. Let's do it."

The two spent the next hour practicing, laughter and spells filling the air. By the end, Astoria had mastered Levicorpus and Harry had gained a new appreciation for her determination and skill.

"Great job!" Harry exclaimed, giving Astoria a proud smile.

"I did it!" Astoria clapped her hands in glee, turning to her sister. Daphne gave her a strained smile, trying to share in her sister's excitement.

"Now," Harry continued, "Liberacorpus is the incantation to get back on the ground if it's done to you again. Nothing fancy, just picture yourself on the ground." He demonstrated the spell, and as soon as he landed, Astoria ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Harry."

"No worries." He ruffled her hair affectionately. "Now, I don't want to hear about you getting detention because you're casting it on everyone, understand?"

She nodded rapidly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can I use it on my friends now? I just want to show them I can do it!" At his nod, she hugged him again and then sprinted out of the compartment, jumping up to tap the top of the door frame as she left.

Harry was left with an amused but slightly uncomfortable Daphne. "Cute kid," he commented as he sat comfortably on the bench opposite her.

"She is," Daphne replied, her voice softening. "Thanks for teaching her that, and nothing darker. We try to keep her sheltered, a little."

"Her innocence might not last much longer," Harry warned gently. "Voldemort's not going to leave you alone just because he failed once."

Daphne's expression darkened, and she dipped her head. "Father's putting plans in place."

"For going abroad?" Harry inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps," Daphne admitted.

"It won't help you," Harry said truthfully. "Voldemort's reach is greater than most realize."

Daphne's eyes narrowed, her posture stiffening defensively. "How would you know?" she sneered.

Harry's gaze hardened, and he leaned forward slightly. "I've been fighting him since I was a first year, since he possessed Quirrell. I killed Quirrell and then the next year, I killed a fragment of his soul and the basilisk too. I've fought him twice more since then—and I know how he thinks." He frowned at her. "Believe me, I know more about Voldemort than even Dumbledore."

Daphne's thin eyebrows twisted together in a mixture of confusion and disbelief. Every part of her was groomed, plucked, picture perfect—every inch the Pureblood princess. "But he's only just returned to life, hasn't he?"

"Yes," Harry acknowledged, his voice low. "But his influence never truly went away. He's been gathering strength, followers, and resources all this time. Going abroad might delay the inevitable, but it won't stop him."

Daphne's face tightened, and she looked away, clearly grappling with the reality of Harry's words. "Father believes he can protect us. He has connections, allies…"

"Daphne," Harry interrupted softly, "I'm not saying this to scare you. I just want you to be prepared. Voldemort won't show mercy to anyone who opposes him, and that includes your family."

She glanced back at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deceit. "What do you suggest, then?"

Harry sighed, leaning back against the bench. "Stay informed. Keep close to those who are fighting against him. And above all, don't underestimate him. The more you know, the better you can protect yourselves."

Daphne nodded slowly, her mind clearly racing with thoughts and worries. "Thank you, Harry. For everything."

He offered her a small, reassuring smile. "We're all in this together, Daphne. We have to look out for each other."

As the train continued its journey, the two sat in contemplative silence, the weight of their conversation lingering in the air.

"He's just returned to a physical body," Harry corrected. "But he's been back a lot longer than that. I stopped him from total domination all those years ago, and several more times since then."

Daphne bit her lip, a small gesture that Harry found endearing despite the serious conversation. "We suspected, but we didn't know the real story. They never tell us anything. We only knew things had happened, and you were involved. But how did you—?"

"How do I keep beating him?" Harry stretched, resting his head in his hands, faking complete nonchalance. "I've been training for this since I could walk. Dumbledore, tutors from all around the world, Unspeakables. I've had to hide it for a long time, but now the gloves are coming off."

Her lips parted in surprise, and she quickly shut her mouth, running a strand of hair behind her ear to buy herself some time.

Harry watched her, wondering briefly if he'd overdone it. Too much information all at once.

"So there really was a basilisk?" she asked, clearly off-kilter.

"In the Chamber of Secrets, beneath the school," Harry admitted.

"Wow," she said, sitting back in her seat. "What other secrets did it have?"

He smirked at her. "You know, I was too busy to explore it. Maybe we could find out sometime."

She sniffed, turning up her nose. "Just because you saved my family doesn't mean I'm going to take my panties off for you, Potter."

Harry chuckled, unphased by her sharp retort. "And lovely panties they are too, I'm sure. Are they Slytherin green to match your skirt? Or is that too cliché?"

Daphne's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and indignation. "You're insufferable."

Harry leaned forward, his expression softening. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. This war... it's heavy. We need moments of levity."

Daphne studied him for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "You're right. I'm just... worried. For Astoria, for my family."

Harry nodded, his tone becoming serious again. "I understand. And I promise, I'll do everything I can to keep you all safe."

She offered him a tentative smile. "Thank you, Harry. It means a lot."

He returned the smile, a sense of camaraderie forming between them. "We're all in this together, Daphne. We have to be strong for those who can't be."

As the train continued its journey, the two settled into a more comfortable silence, the weight of their conversation balanced by a newfound understanding.

Harry leaned back, his demeanor shifting to something darker, more dangerous. Daphne rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of unease in her expression. "I'm sure the Gryffindor girls let you get away with your cheap lines, Potter, but I'm a Greengrass, not one of your fangirls."

He spread his legs, forcing a little magic to his cock to harden it, letting it bulge through the expensive silk robes Narcissa had bought for him, the material supremely thin but warming nonetheless. "A shame. I could do with a hand." His lips twitched at her poorly hidden shock. Clearly, she didn't expect him to be so coarse, or so bold.

"Find Abbott. I heard she's running around the train, looking for you."

"Thank Merlin for Hufflepuffs."

"Get out, Potter." She fingered her wand, her expression hardening.

He shook his head. "Shame. But I'm not finished. I came here to deliver a message. I'm done playing the Golden Boy. I'm going for the kill. I'm not Dumbledore's lapdog, and I'm going to put Voldemort's head on a pike in Diagon Alley. I'm giving the Dark and the neutrals a third option—one that respects the ways of the Purebloods, of Mother Magic, of Merlin and Morgana. I don't want Muggleborns to hold the positions of power in our society—because I'm going to hold them all. I've started playing, and I'm playing for keeps."

Daphne shrunk back as he leaned forward into her space. "Keep your delusions of grandeur to your bedtime fantasies, Potter."

Harry smirked, his eyes glittering with a dangerous intensity. "Just remember, if you want to join my side, if you want protection, if you don't want to be bled dry of your prestige and respect by Dumbledore's demands, and you don't want to be murdered by Voldemort, there is a third option." He leaned closer, until his breath was hot on her ear. "This is my price. Your virginity."

Daphne's eyes widened, her face a mix of anger and fear. "You're insane, Potter. You think you can just demand that from me?"

"I'm offering you a choice, Daphne. Power, safety, and a future. Or you can continue down this path and face the consequences." He straightened up, his demeanor becoming cold. "Think about it. I'll be waiting."

Without another word, he turned and left the compartment, leaving Daphne alone with her racing thoughts and the heavy weight of his proposition.

Daphne stood suddenly, wand in her hand, furious, magic unleashed. "You dare?!"

Harry smiled at her sudden gumption, unbothered. "I dare."

She spat at him. "You risk angering the great House of Greengrass. Morgana's maidenhood is powerful magic."

He waved his hand dismissively. "And is sidestepped completely by a witch giving her virtue willingly. This is my price. I want you. Protect your sister, your parents, the great big mansion, all those riches. You want to stay the pureblood princess, let me fuck you."

She stared at him, unblinking, heaving with pure emotion. He'd stunned her into silence. She'd never expected this from Gryffindor's Golden Boy. He had to do something to shake her up.

Harry pulled his cock from his robes, letting it flop out in its entirety, flaccid for now. Her eyes widened as she took it in, her mouth agape. He looked obscene, standing there, fully clothed in his robes but for his huge shaft.

"Look at it," Harry taunted. "It's fucking massive, and it's not even hard. Imagine how powerful that must make me. That power could be protecting you—"

"Potter!" she screeched, snapping her wand up and flinging a nasty purple curse at him.

He laughed, muttering a shield that made it fizzle out lamely. With his other hand, he stroked his cock, not stopping even to shield himself. "Come on, Princess. I'll make it good for you, make you beg for more."

"Potter—" She took a deep, long breath. "Harry. We can come to an agreement without this crassness. I can't...I can't give up my virginity. Do you understand? It would ruin not just me, but my family too. I have to give it away to my future husband, for a political marriage with someone old and rich. But, I understand a wizard as powerful as you...well, what will happen to your magic if you don't relieve yourself…" She trailed off, eyebrow arching.

Harry's eyes narrowed, a flicker of interest in his gaze. "You think you can negotiate with me?"

"I think we can find a compromise," Daphne said, her voice steady despite the situation. "I know you're powerful, Harry. I know what you're capable of. But this...this isn't the way. We can both get what we want without destroying each other."

He paused, considering her words. "And what do you propose?"

Daphne took a step closer, her wand still raised but her posture less aggressive. "You want power, influence, control. I can help you with that. The Greengrass family has connections, resources. Align yourself with us, and you'll gain more than just one night with me."

Harry tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what do you get out of this?"

"My family's safety. My sister's future. And perhaps, in time, we can build something more substantial than a crude proposition." Her voice softened slightly. "But I need to know you're serious. That you're not just using me as a means to an end."

Harry studied her for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright, Daphne. We'll do it your way. But know this—cross me, and you'll regret it."

She nodded, lowering her wand. "Agreed. Now, put that away before someone sees you."

Harry chuckled, tucking himself back into his robes. "You're a formidable negotiator, Greengrass. I'll give you that."

Daphne allowed herself a small smile. "And you're more than just a brash Gryffindor, Potter. We might just make a good team."

Harry had a flash of insight, and thought it was perhaps thanks to his latent legilimency. She thought she could trick him, thought him a dumb innocent boy who she could make go away with just a handjob. He resisted the urge to laugh. A month ago, she'd have been right. "I understand completely."

Daphne eyed Harry cautiously, trying to gauge his intentions as he spoke. "You do?"

Harry nodded, his expression serious yet tinged with embarrassment. "You need to keep your virginity. It's just... I really need to find release sometimes. My magic—it overwhelms me." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "If you assist me, I promise to ensure your family's complete protection."

He stepped closer, his presence looming over her as she sat stiffly. The tension in the room seemed to thicken, his arousal evident despite his attempt to maintain composure.

"Now?" Daphne's voice betrayed her shock, her body instinctively recoiling from his proximity. She hoped to buy time, strategizing an escape from this unexpected predicament.

Harry gave her an odd look, a mix of determination and urgency in his eyes. "Yes, now. I can't wait, and you're here..." His voice trailed off, the implication hanging heavily in the air.

Daphne's face contorted with defiance, lips curling into a snarl. "Just make sure you hold up your end of the deal."

Harry grinned, a flicker of amusement crossing his features. "Yeah, yeah. I've already saved them once, remember? Consider it payback."

Daphne hesitated, her cold hand tentatively wrapping around Harry's cock, fingers tracing the contours nervously. Harry sensed her inexperience immediately; her touch was hesitant, almost timid.

"You might want to use both hands," Harry suggested, trying to suppress his frustration.

Daphne shot him a glare. "Shut up, Potter. I'm doing this because I have to, not because I want to."

Harry shrugged, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Just offering some advice."

Reluctantly, Daphne brought her other hand into play, but her movements remained hesitant. She started stroking him from base to tip, her touch light and uncertain. Despite her efforts, Harry found it difficult to stay fully aroused; her lack of technique and enthusiasm were palpable.

"Come on!" Harry growled impatiently. "We have hours until the train arrives. Are you trying to prolong this on purpose?"

Daphne's expression hardened, frustration mixing with embarrassment. She adjusted her grip awkwardly, attempting to vary her strokes but still missing the mark. She didn't know how to twist her hands, tease the head, or explore his arousal beyond a rudimentary motion.

Harry sighed heavily, trying to temper his growing irritation. "Look, like this," he guided her hand, demonstrating a firmer grip and a more deliberate motion. "You need to be more... assertive."

Daphne bristled at his instruction but reluctantly followed his lead, her movements becoming slightly more confident though still far from skilled. Harry closed his eyes, willing himself to focus despite the lackluster experience.

Daphne pushed him back, eyes blazing. "Fuck you, Potter. It's not my fault your monstrosity of a cock has no nerve endings."

"Oh, trust me, darling, I excel in the right hands. Don't worry, I'll groom you well for your future match," he sneered.

She spat defiantly. "Go to hell, Potter."

"Listen," he pleaded, raising his hands in surrender. "I don't enjoy this any more than you do, but it's a necessary arrangement. Let's make a deal; you'll need some cooperation."

Daphne glared at Harry, her eyes burning with anger, but she reluctantly spat on his cock. A strand of her saliva connected to him before she swiped it away with a huff. Then, she began working it with her hands, her movements stiff and begrudging.

"That's a good girl," Harry murmured, his voice dripping with condescension as he enjoyed the fire in her eyes. "Now, make sure you mix it up a little. Twist your hands a bit. Go tighter. Don't be scared; you won't hurt it. Not that death grip, sugartits."

"Do you mind?" Daphne growled, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury.

"Not at all, honey. Base to head is a good motion, but remember, you have both hands. The head is the most sensitive part. You want to really get your hands underneath the mushroom head and work it, you know?"

Daphne's movements were still too slow, her strokes lacking the vigor and enthusiasm he craved. It was nothing compared to the dual extravaganza he had experienced with Susan and Hannah.

"We're getting nowhere here," Harry complained, frustration creeping into his voice. "Are you even a witch? What sort of a witch can't get her wizard off?"

"You're not my wizard, Potter," Daphne snapped back, but he could see the hurt pride in her eyes. "I can get you off; it's just your freak-dick is too big to get my hands around."

"Look, I need to cum, Daphne. Can't you use your mouth?" he suggested, trying to keep his voice calm but assertive.

"I'm not fucking sucking it," she said defiantly, her magical aura flaring. Harry responded by raising his own, enveloping hers so entirely that she swallowed hard and backed down.

"Daphne," he added, his tone softening as he tried to appeal to her pride. "Please."

Daphne sighed, her anger simmering just below the surface. "Fine. But this doesn't mean I like you, Potter."

Harry smirked. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

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