Chapter 23 - Temper, Temper
A sweet, floral scent filling his nostrils interrupted the void of nothingness that was his slumber, its vague familiarity bringing a warm, content feeling. Soft, pillowy flesh of an equally pleasantly familiar pair of lips pressed into his own, as he felt a hand brush through the hair next to his temple. He smiled. Daphne. Memories flooded his mind of the night before as his eyes fluttered open and he saw her dressed in her sporting equipment from the night before, sitting next to him on his side of the bed.
"Baby, wake up, we're gonna be late," she said softly, her brilliant blue eyes smiling down at him.
"Baby?" he asked, blinking his bleary eyes.
"It's a term of endearment. Is it okay?"
Harry nodded.
"Breakfast starts in twenty minutes and the Elves keep taking my uniform back to my room once they've washed."
"I'll talk to Dobby."
"Thanks," Daphne replied, getting to her feet and heading for the door.
"I had a wonderful time last night, thanks."
"Me too," she said, smiling warmly at him, her hand on the doorknob, "You don't need to thank me. See you in Potions."
"Work together?" Harry asked, sitting up in bed.
"Yeah, I'm sure Neville will want to work with Trace, see you soon."
With a contented sigh, Harry got up and began to get ready for the day. He felt very well rested as he reached into his trunk to grab his books and realised that he couldn't remember having a bad dream on any of the nights he'd slept next to Daphne since term began. He smiled all the way to the Great Hall, thinking of her, remembering the way she'd looked as she ridden him and the feel of her body crushed against his own when he'd been on top of her. Ringing in his mind were her words when her demeanour had changed, how she'd needed him to, near-begged him to fuck her.
It was all-consuming in his mind as he sat down to breakfast and started looking for something light to eat.
"Oi, Harry?" an annoyed voice said to the right of him, further along the Gryffindor table, "Why weren't you at the tryouts last night?"
Harry groaned and looked over at Angelina, who was looking at him with a stern expression.
"Sorry, Angelina, I completely forgot, I don't have the Gryffindor common room noticeboard where I am."
"Well you're our seeker, you need to take it seriously." she glared.
"Like I said, I'm sorry, I've got a lot on my plate okay?" Harry said, defensively.
"Please," said Ron, "You could've at least come and seen your best mate try out, but no, you were off with your girlfriend. Hermione told me. You care more about your girlfriend than quidditch."
"You're right, I do," Harry replied, matter-of-factly, meeting Ron's gaze.
"Ever since you've started hanging out with those slimy snakes, you've changed. You're not the same. You've got no time for us any more. Malfoy was right, you're full of yourself."
"How dare you?" Harry snapped with vitriol, "Do you know why I was off with Daphne last night and not at the tryouts? Because on our first night here she was attacked in the common room and if I wasn't there she would've likely gotten hurt or maybe even killed by the wankers that cast killing curses on me when I got there. She would've gotten hurt just for being my girlfriend. I'm sorry that spending time training my girlfriend to not be murdered by Death Eaters is more important than your precious Quidditch. Get some Goddamn perspective."
"But you love Quidditch," said Katie Bell, half-heartedly as Ron chewed on Harry's words.
"I never said that I didn't," Harry replied kindly, "But Quidditch isn't going to help me defeat Voldemort. How many of you could say that if Death Eaters attacked and you couldn't escape that you could put up a real fight? I would like to be playing Quidditch this year and I'll try to come to training, but the war has to come first. My training to heal people downed in battle has to come first."
"Would you train us too?" asked Dean, hopefully.
"Maybe," Harry shrugged, "If I have time, but I don't have a lot of it. At the moment Daphne's a target just because she's my girlfriend, so I need to make sure she's up to scratch before I start thinking about training anyone else. Angelina if you want to try anyone else out for Seeker…I don't have a problem with that."
"Okay Harry, we understand." Angeline replied, smiling sadly, "But as long as you try to come to some of the practices I won't try anyone else. We've booked the afternoon slot on Saturday."
"I'll be there," Harry said with a nod, "Just remind me, okay? I'm struggling to keep up with everything at the moment.
"We will," said Katie and Harry sighed and continued his breakfast. Crisis successfully averted. He was quickly getting fed up with Ron though, who didn't speak to him again for the remainder of breakfast.
The usual parliament of owls swooped in overhead and began to deliver mail. A handsome Tawny owl dropped a small letter on Harry's plate just after Hermione's copy of the Daily Prophet hit the table with a thump. Harry looked at the title and smiled.
"It's here Harry, it's here!" Hermione said excitedly.
Lord Voldemort's Hypocrisy
Hello again, long time, no speak. I hope all of you are keeping yourselves and your families safe.
As I'm sure that you are all aware, most of the year I'm spending my time at Hogwarts. One of the things that shocked me the most this year so far is that even after my last article is that people are still afraid to use Voldemort's name. After further discussion, I've heard that many feel it's risky because they remember a Taboo set to the word Voldemort in the last war, and that if it's set again it might mean that he and his Death Eaters could learn of your whereabouts.
I invite you then instead, to call him by his real name. I hinted in my last article for you to try to figure out his identity. So, instead of saying Voldemort, call him by his real name - Tom.
It's common enough that it would be ridiculous for him to set a taboo on it. How many people in the world are called Tom?
His full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He told me himself, in the Chamber of Secrets in my second year. With the Flagrate charm, he spelt it out in the air and with a wave of his wand the letters switched. Tom Marvolo Riddle is an anagram of I am Lord Voldemort. Test it out for yourself.
He's not a Lord. His name is entirely made up. In fact, he's not even a Pureblood. His mother, Merope Gaunt fell in love with a muggle, Tom Riddle Senior, who held no desire for her. She love-potioned him and bore his child. He left her when she believed his love was real and he left her, still pregnant with his own son.
She died at the orphanage while bearing her child, who she named Tom Marvolo Riddle after his father.
Ridiculous isn't it, the hypocrisy, the sheer gall of daring to call yourself a Lord, daring to declare yourself pureblood and then using that to create a campaign of evil claiming to espouse the pureblood ideals and claiming that purebloods are above halfbloods and muggleborns?
How dare he bring so much turmoil to this world, claiming to be perfecting a society which he doesn't understand? Doesn't it boil your blood? It does mine.
Tom's life shows us the reasons why he is as he is. He never knew a mother's love. His father abandoned him when he found out Merope was pregnant. He even killed his father once he'd left school. He hates love, he is jealous of those who have it, for he has never experienced it himself. Yet love is something that is baked into the very fabric of magic itself. There is no greater magic than that of love, no form of magic more important.
Is it any wonder why Tom is how he is?
How does it feel, Death Eaters? To know that your Master, who you cower on your knees before is just a halfblood? How does it feel to know that he knew nothing of magic, never spent a single year of his life in the care of magic until Albus Dumbledore brought him to Hogwarts, with no way of knowing what his new charge would become? You may feel that you are now in too deep, that you've committed crimes in his name because you believed in who he is as a person. I have it on the personal authority of the Minister herself that if you turn yourself in, and renounce the Dark Lord due to the hypocrisy of his identity, the court will be lenient with you.
To the rest of you, use this information to build your courage. He is not some mythical creature with the power of Merlin, he is just a man. He's a half-blood. He is Lying Tom.
Don't let him scare you, he's just an angry little boy who really needs a hug.
Protect yourselves. Protect others. Stay safe. All my love,
Lord Harry Slytherin-Potter
As many finished reading the article for themselves, lively chatter erupted across the Great Hall.
"This is rubbish, Potter, you can't go off spewing lies like that for the world to read," shouted a seventh-year boy from the Slytherin table.
"It is not rubbish, Mister Warrington," said Albus Dumbledore, getting to his feet and raising his hand to silence the throng, "As the article says, I retrieved Tom Riddle from the orphanage myself. If you would like to see evidence of his attendance at this school, I suggest you head to the Trophy Room, where you'll no doubt find the 'Special Award for Services to the School' that he received over fifty years ago when he closed the Chamber of Secrets that he himself had opened - after framing our Rubeus Hagrid for its opening. It was only then through a cursed artefact that he had left behind that he opened it again three years ago and our dear Professor Hagrid was fully acquitted."
"Also, if you go to the Graveyard in Little Hangleton you can see the still-scorched earth where he was resurrected in the summer," Harry announced, "That was where Peter Pettigrew used the bone of his father - to bring Tom back from the grave. Go and confirm the name on the gravestone, if you like."
Chattering erupted again and Harry sighed. He looked up to the staff table to thank Dumbledore, but instead, he was drawn to the figure of Narcissa Malfoy, who had sat back in her chair and was deathly pale, staring blankly in shock.
"Are you gonna tell us more about the Graveyard, Harry?" asked Seamus, "What happened?"
"It's not something I like reliving, Seamus, maybe another time" Harry replied. Picking up his letter and recognising the handwriting he tore it open.
Harry,
My office will be free on Saturday evening after the feast if you wish to utilise my pensieve to view Remus' gift from your birthday this summer. You may bring one other.
Albus
P.S.
Aren't Fizzing Whizbees delicious?
As it was Wednesday morning, they had double potions to start, and upon entering Harry sat down next to Daphne, which made quite a few of the other students look around in confusion. Daphne smiled prettily at Harry as she sat at his side and Tracey and Neville sat together on the long bench next to them.
Once they were all seated, Professor Snape, swept into the room, cloak billowing behind him and took his usual station at the front of the class. He looked hard at the students on the usually Slytherin-only side of his potions lab.
"Miss Davis, Heir Greengrass, while I am sure your new lab partners are a show of charity towards the two most imbecilic members of this class, do take care that your grades do not suffer for it. I will not adjust your marks for their stupidity."
"Noted, thank you, Professor," Daphne said curtly as she placed a slender hand on Harry's leg, making him jump. She smirked and pulled it away.
After the instructions were displayed on the board, they set about brewing an Invigoration Draught. After an hour into the session, their potion was going well, Harry thought, it was just the right hue of purple for the stage they were at. He watched Daphne pour a small vial of Infusion of Worm and observed the concentration in her eyes as she stirred the potion seventeen times counterclockwise, counting under her breath, she blushed under his gaze before sitting down.
Now they had a little break from the more intense aspects of the brewing. They needed to wait for a few minutes until the potion changed colour again, which was just enough time frame for Harry to start crushing up thirteen Billywig stings in a pestle and mortar.
"I can't stop thinking about last night," Daphne whispered.
"Me neither," Harry replied, counting out the jet-black stings one by one as he took them from the jar and placed them into a granite pestle.
"Just you wait for tonight," she whispered placing a hand on his upper thigh before sliding it up to rub the bulge in his trousers.
Harry stopped and looked up wildly. What if Snape saw? Luckily he was at the other side of the classroom.
"Will you give over, you've made me lose count," Harry said slapping her hand away.
"What?" Daphne replied under her breath with a teasing smirk, "Can't you handle -"
"Ron, stop!" Neville shouted across the room.
Ron, who was about to pour a large jar of honey-coloured liquid into his cauldron frozen, looked over at Neville confusedly.
"Heir Longbottom, why are you shouting across my classroom?" asked Snape, glowering as he strode over.
Neville went white and gaped.
"Well?" Snape said, folding his arms.
"Er…Ron was about to pour in his honeywater, Professor, without turning his cauldron down."
Snape's eyes portrayed no reaction, "And why is that dangerous?" he said.
"The- the book says it will cause highly corrosive effects, Professor." Neville stammered.
"Class, it seems like Heir Longbottom has learned to read. It's only taken five years, but well done I suppose, Snape announced to the class before turning to Ron's desk. "Weasley, that's ten points for nearly causing a safety issue."
"Just had to show me up in there didn't you "Heir Longbottom?" Ron snapped in the corridor at the end of class after the students had made it a short way down the corridor.
"Shove off, Ron, if I hadn't said anything you would've burned through the entire desk," Neville replied, the entire group stopping.
"You could've just told me quietly," replied Ron.
"How could I have done that from the other side of the classroom?" said Neville, folding his arms.
"You wouldn't have been if you'd paired with me and not your slimy snake of a girlfriend."
Neville stood up straight, "You had Hermione, and I saw that she was busy writing notes at the time and didnt notice your mistake so what else was I meant to do? And don't talk about Tracey like that."
"Ooh look, big Neville Longbottom, gets a new wand and all of a sudden he's happy to talk back," answered Ron snidely
"And so he should. I'm fed up of your attitude, Ron," interjected Harry.
"It's nothing to do with you." Ron spat.
"It's to do with all of us. You're so jealous of all of us progressing, working hard to do better when all you care about is Quidditch, chess and stuffing your face," replied Neville.
"Fuck off." said Ron, shoving Neville hard in the chest, "You're just a squib with no parents."
The flames from the torch brackets started flickering in the corridor.
"How fucking dare you talk to Neville like that!?" Harry snapped.
"Sweetheart, calm down," said Daphne in reaction to the changing lights.
"I'll talk to him however I like." Ron snapped back defensively.
"No, you won't," Harry growled, grabbing Ron by the scruff of his robes, lifting him up and slamming him into the wall. With the dim lighting, the glow from Harry's eyes slightly illuminated the grey rock of the dungeon corridor. "Bring up his parents again and -"
"You'll what?" Ron said, lip slightly trembling.
Harry felt Daphne's hand on his shoulder, "Put him down, Harry," she said comfortingly, "Before you do something you'll regret."
"Yeah, he's not worth it mate," said Neville.
Harry dropped Ron to the ground and gritted his teeth.
"I'm fed up of your jealousy and the way you act around people who are supposed to be your friends," Harry spat, "I should've done this last year when you called me a liar and wouldn't believe me when I said I didnt put my name in the goblet. You and I are no longer friends. Don't come find me, don't ask me for help with your homework, just…get out of my sight."
"Wait, what? Harry, don't do this mate." Ron spluttered, looking up at him with regret.
Harry's wand clicked out of his holster and into his hand.
"Leave!" Harry yelled, the torches almost flickering out completely, leaving only Harry's eyes glowing in the darkness.
Ron sprinted from the corridor and the lights returned to normal.
The rest stood around for a moment, looking at Harry in concern.
"Harry, I…" Hermione said, tears streaming down her face.
"You guys head up to lunch," Daphne said, "I'll talk to him."
After a few moments of hesitation, the rest of their friends left the corridor and when they were out of sight, Daphne wrapped arms around him.
"I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here." he said into her shoulder, " Every time I get angry, it's like I can barely control it. It's like I'm getting past angry it's…rage."
"I know. You handled it at the party but I could tell you were struggling," she replied, neither of them moving.
"In the common room last week I very nearly killed those eight, I wanted to."
"I know you did."
If they'd have hurt you. Or if anyone hurt the Weasleys, Hermione I just don't know if I'd be able to stop. When people are threatened…"
"Neville wasn't threatened there, babe." Daphne said, running her fingers comfortingly through Harry's hair, "He defended himself, but I know parents are a touchy subject."
Harry swallowed. "Yeah"
She pulled back from the hug slightly and they looked into each other's eyes, "What can we do to get you to hold your temper?" she asked.
"I dunno. When I know you're here, it helps."
"But I'm not going to be there all the time though. Maybe you should talk to Madam Pomfrey about it."
"I was gonna go see her in the free nap period we've got with Astronomy being tonight."
"Damn, I was hoping we could be having a special nap time together," Daphne replied with a small smirk.
"I can't, Daph. I'm working on…well…she's expecting to grill me on communicable diseases and I've gotta catch up on some homework before the feast, too."
"What about if we skip Astronomy?" Daphne suggested mischievously, biting her lip. God, he loved it when she did that.
"No chance we're getting away with that one. Clear skies this week, it was on the noticeboard."
"Yeah, I know," Daphne said, sullenly.
"Although, have you ever heard of the Weasleys Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked slyly.
Daphne's eyes lit up brightly, "Who hasn't?"
"Why don't I see if I can procure you a fainting fancy at lunch for you to take during class?" he suggested.
"And why would I do that?" Daphne said, with fake incredulity.
Harry used his hands that were at her waist to push her against the wall, instantly enveloping her mouth in a long, breathtaking French kiss.
Then, trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck, he said in a low tone, "Because when I get you back to my room I'll fuck you so hard you'll still be seeing stars."
Daphne reached a hand down the front of his trousers, gave his cock a hard squeeze and whispered back, "Hmmm I like the sound of that."
In Defence Against The Dark Arts, most of the class was in a good mood, especially after Professor Malfoy requested those who couldn't cast Protego Totalum on their last Friday's session to stand in front of the class and make another attempt. This time, each of the students managed it and Narcissa proceeded to give an interesting lecture on the spell Fianto Duri. The class was theory only, as the spell was a little more complicated than what they'd been learning so far and was required to be cast in combination with another protective area spell to get the full effect. From the first ten minutes of the class, Harry noticed that Narcissa kept looking at him oddly, almost like she'd seen a ghost. He presumed it was because of what he'd written in today's paper, and with an idea springing up in his mind he wrote her a little letter on the scrap of parchment. At the end of the class, when the Professor asked them all to leave their essays on her desk, Harry remembered to roll up the letter in his homework before handing it in. It read thus:
Lady Malfoy.
I noticed your reaction to my article this morning and we both know that you are here on Tom's orders. I note your forearms are clean, meaning you have not taken the Dark Mark. While here, you and Draco are safe from Tom and his minions. I also note positive changes in Draco's behaviour related to the combination of your presence here in the castle and to his ongoing relationship with Astoria Greengrass, a family with which my House is allied. I do not presume your allegiances and would not dare to suggest that you are not faithful to your husband's ideals, however, through my grandmother and through Sirius we are related and I am under the impression that as it should, your love for your family and its protection may trump any devotion you have to the Dark Lord.
Should this be true and you are willing to consider defection in any case, I'll be meeting with Sirius this Sunday at the school. We will be more than happy to set a time to discuss continued warded protection for your family when the term ends.
I await your owl.
Lord Slytherin-Potter
"Harry?" Madame Pomfrey asked from the bedside of a Ravenclaw student who was a rather interesting shade of orange, "I wasn't expecting you yet today, I haven't anything prepared."
"No, Poppy, after reading the book you gave me I wanted to return it and discuss something with you," Harry replied, stepping further into the room.
"You finished it already?"
"Most of it. I'm finding a lot of my classes simple this year so I read when I'm bored."
"Fair enough," Poppy responded, "What would you like to discuss?"
"We'd best talk in your office I think. Confidentiality. Have you got time?" he asked, gesturing over to the strangely orange-looking fellow.
"I do," Pomfrey replied before saying to her patient, "Hold that potion in your mouth for thirty seconds before you swallow it, Trazadore, I'll be back shortly."
Harry followed Madame Pomfrey into the back office and shut the door behind him. The matron leaned against her desk, looking at him expectantly, so Harry started.
"Last year, with Astoria, she had a magical seizure, right? And she told me it's called magical eclampsia. I read about non-magical eclampsia and how it presents in pregnant women and noted that you prepared a fluxweed Draught to calm Astoria's seizure, which was also used before Wolfsbane was invented for Lycanthropy because of the reaction to external magics affecting the meninges. Are the seizures time-related? She told me the seizures happen seventy-seven days before the full moon, which means she'll have her next one on October the sixth, less than a month away. Is that relevant? The actual date itself? I was just wondering whether Daphne or yourself as well had been looking for a cure based on the symptoms themselves rather than the actual cause."
"My, you have been busy haven't you?" Poppy replied with an impressed smile, "To answer your question: yes and no. We have been looking for a cure but unfortunately, there hasn't been a way to figure out the cause. I'm guessing you connected the eclampsia to pregnant women and had questions about how it can be present if she isn't pregnant herself?"
Harry nodded.
"I think it's because from what I can tell, the cells themselves, cells all over her body are producing the toxins, the time factor though, I'm uncertain."
"But you said we haven't been able to work on a cure because we can't figure out a cause, why?"
"Well, I had a squib connection of mine who works in Pathology at a hospital down in Darlington look at the cells under a microscope and there's no obvious reason to why or how the cells would be producing such toxins. I even tried asking her to look at the sample on the date of her last seizure but the cells showed no toxin release, which means that what's causing the cells to release them happens somewhere else. I think it's connected not to her magic, but to the way her magic itself is formed.
"What do you mean?"
"You know how you reattached Lord Greengrass's arm, using the person's magic's ability to know what the body should be like whole? That's set not by a person's magic, but by the person's magical core. Not the pumpkin juice in the goblet, but the goblet itself. Essentially it's what makes up their signature, what makes it different from someone else's."
"I see, so why did it drain me of so much magic, and mean nothing else but magic could touch her?"
"We don't know, but it happens each time she has the seizures and whatever is in her magical core that creates the anti-solid field is what drains you of your magic. I've only ever seen it once before, and it's not related to medicine, more around types of soul magic, specifically, soul-bound wards, like the Fidelius charm. There's a reason why so few wizards can cast it, it constantly drains your magic to keep the secret intact, wherever you are."
"So how do we get a look at her magical signature?"
"That, you see, is the problem," Madam Pomfrey replied, walking round and pulling a large, cracked, leather-bound tome from the very bottom of her bookshelf before setting it on her desk.
"I've not needed to get this out in a while. It was passed down to me by my Grandmother," she said.
Slowly she opened the cover and ran her finger down the contents page before delicately turning through the yellowing pages.
"Here, there is a specific potion, the Core Visualisation Potion, but there's a main ingredient which is vital because of the way it interacts with the soul. It's supposed to be extraordinarily tricky to make because unless properly neutralised the main ingredient can destroy the soul entirely, though I've never heard of anyone who's actually brewed it. The issue is the main ingredient is incredibly rare and makes up eighty percent of the potion, there hasn't been a litre of basilisk venom in the market in over seven centur-"
Pomfrey looked up at him in shock, eyes wide. Harry met hers with the same expression.
"You need a litre, right?" Harry said numbly.
"How much have you got?"
"No idea, but the corpse is at least fifty feet long."
"More than enough." Pomfrey replied, not showing any hint of surprise, "Can you extract the venom sack?"
"I have no idea, would fangs be enough?"
"Bring one tomorrow and we'll drain it."
Harry nodded, "I'll bring all of them, no point heading backwards and forwards, why tomorrow?
"I need to prepare the cauldron, it's gotta be treated three times every four hours with purified Stinksap solution and then hand dried, and then I'll need to head to an apothecary for some other ingredients. Bring them in the morning though and I'll get started. I'll write you a note to get out of class.
"How long is the brew?" Harry asked as Poppy scribbled the note on a slip of parchment.
"A week," she replied, handing the parchment over. She placed her quill back on the desk and looked at him sharply.
"Harry, you do not tell the Greengrasses about this, alright?" she said sternly, "We don't need to get their hopes up, we're only in the observation stage. As far as we know, there is no cure.
Harry nodded gently and said, "Okay, how much will the other ingredients cost?"
"The rest? A pittance."
"Good."
"Well done, Harry," Poppy said, giving him a soft smile, "I'm impressed. Your research, while nothing new, was well-connected. You have the makings of a good healer.
"Thanks," Harry replied awkwardly, swinging his arms slightly as he looked around, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Not unless you want to restock the new vials for me from that box over there," Poppy said pointing over to a large wooden crate placed haphazardly on the floor next the the sink.
"No problem," Harry replied, getting started right away while Poppy went to see her patient.
Soon after, she discharged her patient and came back into the office to complete paperwork.
Harry was busy thinking about what had happened earlier, after potions and of he and Daphne's talk afterwards.
"Poppy, can I ask you something?" he asked gently, adding five medium glass vials to a rack and placing them on the correct shelf.
"Of course," Madam Pomfrey asked, not looking up from her discharge notes.
"I'm struggling with anger, my emotions getting out of control when those I care about are even remotely threatened. What can I do about it?"
"Not much, I'm afraid, unless you're willing to learn Occlumency," she said absentmindedly.
"What's that?"
"The art of shielding one's mind from potential intruders."
"People can do that?" replied Harry in surprise.
"Of course, what do you think the Imperius curse is?" she said, still not really processing the conversation they were having as she wrote.
"Can you teach me?" Harry asked, hopefully as he finished off another rack.
Poppy huffed, clearly slightly annoyed he was interrupting her work and placed her quill into her inkpot before looking up at him "I'm afraid not, it's illegal to teach, though not illegal to know. Maybe you have some family books on the subject?
"I will have a look," Harry said awkwardly.
She seemed to notice her attitude's effect on Harry at his response and her expression took on a kindly one. "Don't be too hard on yourself, you've got a lot on your plate. You're bound to get frustrated."
"Today I lifted Ron by his shirt and shoved him into the wall. I was very close to cursing him."
"Did he deserve it?" asked Poppy with a smirk. She'd never liked the youngest Weasley boy.
"Brought up Neville's parents in an argument with him," Harry admitted.
"I would've been angry as well."
"I was extremely close to literally tearing the limbs off those Slytherins last week," Harry replied, not wanting to look directly at her.
"Yeah, I'd maybe go and find a book then," Poppy said in a higher tone with a nervous chuckle.
Harry nodded, "Thanks Poppy, it's all done."
"Wonderful, why don't you go and get ready for the feast?" she replied, going back to her papers.
As Harry exited the office and walked through the main room of the hospital wing, he heard Madam Pomfrey call behind him.
"Oh and Harry, if you ever need to talk about anything, my office is always open."
"As you can see class, this year it looks like the orbital journeys of Ganymede, Io and Callisto have almost completed and in a rare phenomenon, they are sitting almost in perfect alignment with each other," Professor Sinistra announced while looking through the large staff telescope at the head of the astronomy tower, "What impact will this have on our Solar Systems other celestial bodies at this time of year."
"Their closer proximity to Triton, Professor," said Parvati, "Jupiter's moons could slightly alter Triton's orbit."
The Gryffindors and Slytherins in the Astronomy tower were all paired off and looking through their telescopes, many of them still rapidly trying to dial their instruments to view the astronomical phenomena that Professor Sinistra was talking about. Hermione of course had already sorted her and Harry's telescope out, and she and Harry were busy writing notes on a large star chart, weighed onto the floor by a jar of her bluebell flames to stop the parchment from floating away.
"Very good, Miss Patil. And what does this effect on Triton signify?"
"It's effect on water, Miss. Triton was named for the Roman God of the Sea," said Lavender
"Exactly, when Triton is pulled in such a manner, our waters become more volatile, which can cause a huge knock-on effect."
"Professor, Daphne doesn't look so- " called Tracey.
"Daph!" Harry cried, diving forward to catch his rapidly collapsing girlfriend in his arms. He caught her just in time and gently lowered her small frame to the floor. "Daph, wake up," he said, trying to rouse her and shook her as he pulled out his wand and started casting a Diagnostic charm as Professor Sinistra lit a Lumos and ran towards them.
"She's…she's passed out miss," Harry said, "Come on Daph, Rennervate."
Instantly, Daphne woke up, but she was looking very peaky.
"Harry?" she asked faintly, "What happened? I'm really dizzy."
"Is she okay, Mister Potter? What did your diagnostic show?"
"She just fainted, Professor, it looks like low blood pressure."
"Can you get her to the hospital wing?"
"Of course," he replied, "Daph, do you think you can get up? Can someone grab me a drink of water?"
"I think so," replied Daphne weakly, crouching before slowly getting to her feet "My head is killing me."
Professor Sinistra handed Harry a small flask of water. "The homework for this week is the celestial bodies of the Solar System's influence on the elements, nine inches, take it slowly down the stairs," she said as Tracey brought Harry Daphne's bag and slung it over his shoulder with a little wink.
"Nice and steady now," Harry said, "Take my arm, one step at a time."
Steadily Harry led Daphne down the steps of the Astronomy tower and as they reached the first landing, Daphne pulled out the pink end of her fainting fancy and stuffed it into her mouth. Instantly her colour returned to her cheeks and they grinned at each other mischievously before she pushed him roughly against the wall and kissed him fiercely. Her hand went instantly down the front of his trousers to grasp his hard cock.
"Hmmmm Is that for me?" Daphne whispered in his ear, to which Harry nodded.
"Oh Gods, I'm so fucking wet. Come on, let's go quick, it's a bit of a trek down to the Common Room. I'm struggling to not drag you into a broom closet." Daphne said.
"We aren't walking it," Harry replied, before grabbing his pendant and whisking them down to the Chamber of Secrets. As they landed, Daphne smiled, impressed at his thinking and they instantly started running down the Chamber library towards the back door to Harry's quarters, Daphne quickly unbuttoning the front of her robes as they went. With hers undone, she started working on his as they waited for the snake plaque to change into the door handle.
The moment it had finished morphing they rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind them. Harry finished unbuttoning his robes while Daphne pulled hers off her shoulders and they threw them onto the bed. Turning back to each other, Daphne kicked off her black pumps, pulled down her skirt to reveal a pair of black cotton knickers and then undid the top four buttons of Harry's shirt before helping him pull it over his head, trailing kisses down his chest before dropping to her knees to undo his belt.
A moment later, Harry's cock sprung into the air and Daphne pushed him against the back of the pale green sofa, inching forward on her knees to spit on it before wrapping her soft lips around the head, making Harry lean his head back with a gasp. At her current position, Daphne's hands dipped inside her underwear and she rubbed her pussy with vigour. She quickly started humming with pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on her boyfriend's cock, which only increased his pleasure. Harry looked down at her beautiful blue eyes staring up at him, but then he saw where her hands were situated. He began pawing at her breasts, trying to undo the buttons of her blouse, but he couldn't reach.
Frustrated, he pulled his cock out of Daphne's mouth with a pop and swiftly lifted her under her arms to her feet, causing her to let out an excited "Eep". He span her around forcefully, bent her over the sofa and pulled her underwear to her ankles, which she stepped out of quickly.
"Yes, baby," Daphne said breathily, giving her round, bare ass a tantalising shake. Put it in."
Harry needed no convincing and after spitting on his hand and rubbing the saliva on his cock for lubrication, he lined himself up with her entrance and plunged himself inside her. The pace was instantly wild, frantic and animalistic. They didn't even bother to finish removing her blouse as he grabbed onto the pale flesh of her ass, fucking her roughly.
"Yes, Harry, that's it, fuck me, fuck me-ee-ee…"
As he thrust into her, her ass bounced in the pale light of the room and Harry slapped it, watching it jiggle erotically.
"Ah!," Daphne squealed, "Do that again, Harder!"
*CRACK!*
"Ah" Daphne cried, arching her back as Harry railed into her and she repeatedly threw her ass backwards to meet him. Her moaning got louder and louder and Harry felt himself getting closer. An idea formed in his mind, once again thinking back to the pool, he reached around her front and not slowing the pace he brought three of his fingers to bear on her clit. She absolutely fucking howled as her pussy walls clamped around his cock, forcing Harry to moan out loud as he emptied his seed inside her.
Their pace quickly drew to a standstill and fully sheathed inside her, Harry kissed her gently on the cheek, causing Daphne to hum softly with her slowing breaths. He slowly began to pull out.
"Woahwoahwoah, unless you want your stuff on the rug, we need something to catch with," Daphne said. She reached out with her foot, trapped her knickers between her toes and kicked her foot up toward him for him to take her undergarments. He passed them to her and she placed them between her legs as Harry slowly pulled out.
Her hair wild, she turned towards him and with a sexy smile, said, "Shall we test out that bath?"
"Don't we have class tomorrow?"
Daphne walked over to her robes and delved her free hand in one of the pockets, pulling out two tiny vials of Invigoration Potion.
"I think we could get away with a late one," she replied, a sultry look in her eye.
"I love you," Harry said with a grin.
Daphne beamed and as she turned to go into the bathroom, brightly said, "I know."
