A/N warning. This chapter is pretty much all one big lemon dipped in ghost chillies.

If you're not into that, you can skip this chapter and fear not this will be the last fully realised scene of that nature in a while.

If you are, settle in, it's about to get spicy.

Reviews/Comments are always appreciated!

Chapter 31 - I am Yours, You are Mine.

Daphne smiled brightly at her fiancé, her blonde hair flicking around as she glanced to check the rest of the students had gone before she turned back with a bubbly smile.

"Now, Mister, I don't want to have everyone watch us all go into our room, so for this, you're going to Portkey us back to the Chamber, and then walk-not-too quickly back via Myrtle's bathroom and through the common room. It'll be worth it, I promise."

"Okay darling," Harry smiled, shaking his head and wondering what the minx had planned. After Portkeying her back to the Chamber he set off on the long walk back down to the dungeons from Myrtle's bathroom, jittery with anticipation and trying not to feel too 'excited'. He received a few of the jeers he'd expected when he finally entered the Slytherin common room but ignored them, unlocked his quarters and stepped inside.

As he walked in, he expected to find Daphne, but she was nowhere to be seen. She'd definitely been in here; she'd moved her trunk to the alcove underneath the window, and the room was brightly lit by every single torch along the walls. He checked the bathroom, but she wasn't in there either, which meant he walked back into the room completely at a loss.

'Where the hell has she gotten off to?' he mused

Then he noticed a small dark shape on his bed. It was a pair of his boxers, black, folded up neatly, and on top was a note written hastily on a scrap of parchment. It simply read:

'Sweetheart, please take a quick shower. Here is your outfit for this evening. I'll be back shortly, Daphne.'

Harry grinned, put the scrap of parchment in his trunk of safekeeping and picked up the boxers. Not much of an outfit, but he was more than happy to follow her plan and darted off to shower. He was glad for Daphne's request once he'd stepped underneath the hot stream of water, his shoulder muscles, in particular, releasing the tensions of the day. Yet there was one bit of tension that absolutely didn't leave him. He knew what Daphne had planned for the evening, or he thought he did, but knew by the sheer sensitivity of his rock-hard member just how quickly he was gonna blow his load if he didn't do something about it. There was no way he wouldn't be able to hard again if he did have a wank now, not with the most gorgeous girl at Hogwarts planning on having her way with him, so he quickly took his hand to himself. As expected, he finished rather quickly and glad of the release, he rinsed himself off, stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get dry. After slipping on his boxers, he flung his used towel into the bathroom's laundry hamper and opened the bathroom door.

The lighting had changed in the bedroom. Only two small wall sconces were lit, one on each side of the bed. Daphne had definitely been in here, but again she was nowhere to be seen.

'Weird. Maybe she forgot something in her old room, ' Harry thought, making his way over to the bed where he noticed another scrap of parchment, 'Another note?'

'Go that way.'

There was an arrow drawn beneath the words. From its position on the duvet, the arrow had been clearly pointing at the bookcase.

'What are you up to?' Harry thought with a bemused squint but did as the note asked, crossing the room diagonally to the large bookcase. As expected, he found another note.

'Turn around.'

Note still in hand, he turned on the spot, expecting to look directly at the seating area, the dark green sofa and armchair with its coffee table in the centre, but the coffee table was gone. Spotting another scrap of ivory on the armchair, he walked over and picked it up.

'Sit down.'

He did as the note requested, settling into the plush and comfortable fabric on the armchair, and placing his arms on the armrests.

'Now what?' he thought to himself. He waited for about ten seconds, and then his invisibility cloak dropped to the floor in front of him, but that's not what took up his attention. In the dim, flickering torchlight, stood Daphne with a sultry smirk on her face.

Harry's mind went blank as he took in what she was wearing. Her long, light blonde hair was straight, framing her face that was sinfully made up with dark eyeshadow and eyeliner that were in contrast to her bright blue eyes and her lips that were painted in a dark magenta.

Her long legs were strapped with tall, thick, black stilettos, sheer stockings and suspenders that stretched up her creamy, slightly muscular thighs. The tiny black g-string that she was wearing, would've done the job of driving Harry wild at this moment, but this was covered from view by a long, flowing, slightly transparent skirt, if that was what you could call it. Really, it was three long pieces of the fabric, strapped to a belt at her hips that went down to her knees, one in the middle like a loincloth, and two on either side of her thighs. The belt hung low at her generous hips, but above, she'd donned a black lace corset. The way it fit made her waist look impossibly small, its intricate pattern only interrupted by tiny silver clasps where it fastened at the front. Her large, full breasts looked like they could fall out any moment in the corset's sweetheart neckline.

Harry blinked. He had no words, but it wouldn't have made a difference at that moment if he had. What he hadn't noticed as he took in the breathtaking sight before her, was her wand in her hand by her side, which she quickly pointed at him before had a chance to react.

First, came a sticking charm, anchoring him to the chair and second, a Langlock jinx, sealing his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

Daphne chewed her lip as she noticed the straining in his boxers. She decided she was very much enjoying the feeling of being in control, especially as her life had felt so out of control over the last couple of months.

Harry's senses went into overdrive, animalistic lust building inside him. He needed to have her, but she'd only just begun.

"Now, my love," Daphne said softly, "My Fiance, tonight you get your reward."

She slid her wand into the belt at her hips.

"You've become the most important thing in my life. You've saved my sister. You've saved my family and you've saved my life, not just literally but by letting me be married to a person who will let me be in control of my future. I'm going to show you have much you're going to love being in control just as much as I will. You're committing your life to mine and you won't regret your decision. I am yours."

She stepped forward and straddled him, her soft fingers trailing his cheekbone and leaving it tingling as she pierced him with her ice-blue gaze. With her other hand, she traced a finger briefly across her lips.

"These lips, this mouth is yours."

She leaned forward and kissed him softly, her stomach giddy with anticipation as their lips touched before she released the kiss.

She ran her manicured nails over her cleavage.

"These, my breasts, they are yours."

She pushed up in her knees on either side of her hip and she grabbed the back of his head and pushed it forward, squashing his face between the soft valley of flesh of her corseted cleavage. She held him there, his face nestled in her pillowy flesh for a few moments before sitting back down, feeling herself grow wetter by the second and as she sat, felt his large hard member between her legs.

"Oh, you liked that didnt you?" she said with a half smile before getting off him, "This, my arse, this is yours."

She turned on the spot and bent over, the long strips of black fabric falling to the side to reveal the tiny black thong, the black strip of fabric barely covering her labia and framing her two full, round buttocks.

She turned on the spot again to face him and lifted one stocking-clad leg, showing her flexibility as she rested her heel on her fiancé's shoulder. She lifted the long loincloth of fabric out of the way to reveal her knickers, the black fabric covering only her pubic bone completely, as Harry realised the tiny black piece of fabric of the g string was made of not one, but two pieces of fabric. The strips of the crotchless g-string had split slightly as she moved, giving a hint at the wonders beneath.

"This. My pussy, this is yours."

She plunged one finger into her core, pulled it out glistening and she reached forward and placed it into Harry's willingly open mouth, though it was more from shock that his mouth was agog. He felt like he could burst already from the excitement, and was very glad he'd taken care of himself in the shower.

Now came the next part of her plan, and Daphne felt a little nervous, but the lust in his eyes spurred her on. She put her foot back on the floor and raised her wand once more.

With a flick of her wrist, she removed the sticking charm.

"Petrificus Totalus, Wingardium Leviosa."

Harry felt his body go stiff and suddenly he felt himself floating as she levitated him to the ground before casting another sticking charm, sticking only his back to the floor before she removed the Body Bind curse. He still couldn't say a word with the Langlock still in place.

Like a goddess, she strutted around him, and Harry could hear the clack of her heels on the stone floor when she stepped around his head. She was standing at his side when she stopped.

"But I want you to know one thing most of all..."

She stepped over him with one leg, looking down at Harry, to whom it seemed the shorter witch was towering above him as he looked up her long, slender legs, the long strip of fabric and finally to the fire blazing in her eyes. He heard a clack of her heels on either side of his head as her feet rested on either side of it. He barely got a chance to take in the view of her crotchless, knicker-clad core as she crouched down on either side of his head plunging him into darkness. She pulled the strip of fabric out of the way as she hovered above his face, and Harry, too distracted by the momentary illumination of her pussy, didn't see her point her wand at his mouth and whisper, 'Finite' . His tongue slackened in his mouth.

"You, Harry. You belong to me."

Darkness surrounded his head again as she sat on his face, her already soaking pussy making contact with his mouth. She gasped as Harry went to his intended task immediately and with fervour. Harry couldn't see anything, and could only feel the supple flesh of her thighs and either side of his head and the delicate skin of her vulva as he tongued it thoroughly. Her aroma was heady and intoxicating, the taste of her even more so and as he audibly licked in his literally blind search for her clit, he heard Daphne moaning loudly above him.

"That's it, Harry, yes. Eat my pussy. Oh Gods…"

She gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her opening, retracted it and licked upwards, finding the sensitive nub of her clit.

"There, Harry," she moaned, "Right there."

He slowed down his pace, slowly repeating the motion of plunging his tongue into her and then licking with the full flat of his tongue across her clitoris and it's hood. Daphne let out a long, low groan. He started to pick up the pace, which became steady.

"That's it, Harry, ohhh, keep doing that. Don't you stop."

Her legs started to tighten on either side of his head, and she pulled the piece of cloth covering his view to the side. Harry looked up at her as she moaned, watching him intently, making eye contact with her as he just kept going. Her face and neck flushed as she started grinding her pussy on his mouth in time with his motions. Knowing she knew what she needed, Harry let her pick up the pace as she got steadily faster and her moans heavier. Her legs began shaking and she arched her back.

"Oh Gods Harry, ahhh, you're gonna make me…. AhhhhHHH!"

His legs clamped hard around his head as she rode him, screaming all the way until the orgasm abated and finally, she sat gently on his chest for a moment before getting off.

"Like that did you?" Harry asked smirking, still unable to get up.

She took one look at his expression as she panted, slowly recovering her breathing.

"I…I did…you smug bastard…but I didn't say you could speak yet."

Still panting, she reached for her wand and cast the Langlock hex once more. Harry groaned. He was dying here, he'd hoped she was at least gonna ride him or something.

"Patience, Fiancé," Daphne smirked and semi-dazedly got to her feet and taking a moment to recover, raised her wand again, " Petrificus Totalus, Wingardium Leviosa ."

Back in the Body Bind, she levitated him across the room towards the bed.

'Finally,' Harry thought aloud as slowly she walked around him, grabbing his ankle to rotate him as he floated. However, with another flick of her wand, she turned him upright and then used her hand on his chest to push him into the wall opposite the foot of the bed before casting the sticking charm to stick his head, back, arms and ankles to the stone.

She stood back to admire her handiwork proudly. She hadn't expected to come so hard so quickly, but she couldn't decide whether it was because she'd gotten herself so incredibly horny coming up with and then acting on the plan or because Harry was just so good at eating her out. Either way, she wasn't complaining, but now, for the next part. She stepped towards him.

"Now you know, this is mine."

She kissed him again more passionately, tasting herself on his lips before pulling back.

"This is mine."

With her height compared to his, she didn't need to stoop much as she kissed down his chest and abs before getting to her knees, eye level with the formidable tentpole in his boxers.

With a wave of her wand, she vanished them, his large, rock-hard cock springing into the air. She took it in her dainty hands, marvelling at how small they were compared to it for a moment and ran her thumb across the sensitive head, making Harry shiver before saying:

"Your cock, this is mine."

Harry groaned as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth as far as she could. She didn't find the taste unpleasant and started to steadily bob her head back and forth, making sure to use a good amount of saliva and vary her suction while lathering it with her tongue. She had to thank Witch Weekly for that one and it certainly had its intended effect on Harry, whose mind had gone blank again with the pleasure.

That pleasure was over a little too soon, however, as Daphne released his cock and looked up at him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure you get it," she said with a smirk on her face, "I think I'd shocked you a bit the first bit, so you weren't really taking it in, so let's

review. I am yours and you are mine. All of this…is mine."

She reached and raked her nails down his chest and brought her hands back down to rest on his cock.

"My mouth…"

She leaned forward and took him in her mouth once more, going far enough as to make her eyes water before releasing him with a pop.

"Is yours."

She got to her feet, cursing inwardly as she nearly lost her balance on her heels as she stood in front of him. Her hands went to the top of the black lace corset.

"My tits…"

One by one, from top to bottom she pushed together to pull apart each one of the tiny silver clips holding it together at the front. Harry felt like he could barely breathe as she gradually revealed her large shapely breasts to him, their very pale pink nipples already pebbled to attention with sheer arousal. The bottom clasps were undone and she threw the corset to one side, revealing her slightly toned stomach and slim waist.

"Hmm, you still haven't told me what's your favourite, my tits, or this…"

She stepped to right in front of him, removed the fabric semi-skirt, from a buckle at her hip, turned on the spot and bent forward, rubbing the soft globes of her g-string-covered derriere on his cock.

"My ass, it's yours."

Daphne stood up again, smirking out of his eyeline and revelling in the feeling of the skin of his chest on her back. She swallowed and focused on the next part, walking over to the edge of the bed and turning to face him, she bent forward and unclasped the suspender belt at her stockings, pulling down both it and the g-string off her body in one go. Full of nervous apprehension, she stood up.

"My cunt, it's yours.'

Harry couldn't stop his mouth from dropping, as he realised her blonde pubic hair had been trimmed closely and shaped into a lightning bolt. Somehow, after everything that had happened that night, he thought it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

Daphne, who'd been a little nervous that he wouldn't like what she'd done, couldn't help but beam at Harry's reaction. It meant she lost a lot of her sultry, femme fatale domination act she'd been going for but she didn't care. She let him stare for a few more moments as she schooled her expression back.

She picked up her wand and stalked up to him, now completely naked save her jewellery and her heels. Grabbing his jaw roughly, she pointed her wand at his mouth, her face less than an inch away from his.

"Say this and only this and I might free you," she said, licking her lips, her blue eyes piercing his green, "I am yours, and you are mine. Finite ."

"I am yours and you are mine." Harry echoed.

She smiled at him and turned on the spot, extremely pleased with how well it had worked out. She wasn't blind, she knew how good she looked, the expression on his face, the clear desperation in his voice and the power she had over her man made her feel undeniably sexy. Even though she'd removed the Langlock jinx, he still hadn't said anything, willing to succumb to her control. He was staring at her as if she was somewhere between a Goddess and a Succubus, he'd be more than happy if she'd eat him alive. As she strutted towards the bed, she felt yet another wave of sheer sexual hunger wash over her, felt how wet and wide her core was with each step. She needed him. Bending forwards, she placed both hands on the mattress, one still grasping her wand, presenting her delectable ass and pussy.

Harry stared at her in a lustful daze, feeling like a starving lion in a cage next to an extremely appetising gazelle. She'd teased him mercilessly ever since her big reveal and he felt like he could barely keep it together. Only the pleased expression on Daphne's sexy face, showing how much she was loving this power play kept him from voicing demands to be freed. Hell, he was nearly on the edge of begging for it. When she'd revealed the lightning bolt he'd nearly broken but managed to keep quiet. He took in Daphne's position, the arch of her smooth back with its flawless skin, the shape of her waist and how it blossomed into her round backside and her glistening pussy that was ready and waiting for him one great big target. Now, with all she'd done to him, his internal monologue was failing to produce a single coherent thought and he was left with nothing else but an animalistic need to be inside her.

Daphne turned her head to look back at him, smirked, raised her wand and said, "Now come and take what's yours, Finite Incantatem ."

The moment her charms were dispelled, Harry ran forward, near crazed. Using one hand he grabbed Daphne's ass and with the other, he aimed his cock at her near-dripping slit and slammed himself inside her. Both Harry and Daphne cried out with heady pleasure and relief, but they were both nowhere close to feeling satiated. Harry brought his other hand back down to grasp her other cheek with a slap as he began to rail into her.

"AHHH! Fuck that's good," Daphne cried, throwing her ass back, impaling her pussy on his shaft in time with Harry pulling her along him. Her moans became louder and louder as they furiously rutted.

"Fu- fuuck Harry, pull my haaaiiAAH!"

But Harry already knew what she wanted, grabbing a generous tuft of her straight, blonde hair and jerking her head back. Her moans became higher and throatier as she arched her back more. Harry watched her fat ass ripple with every hard thrust and loved the sight of his cock disappearing inside her, but then he had a new sudden fascination, he'd never really thought about it before: the other, tiniest hole between her cheeks.

Daphne was in the zone, giving as good as she got. How she'd missed this. She'd literally just discovered the joys of sex with Harry and then had been torn away from him by Rookwood. She'd dreamt about being one with Harry again, about her strong man just throwing her around and ravaging her. She'd quickly discovered in only her second time that she loved it rough and with Harry proving he was more than happy to give it to her just as she wanted, her frustrations had become worse and worse.

She felt him stretch and fill her again and again and was moaning loudly from the pleasure and the violent swinging of her breasts in their position had become pleasurably painful. She shut her eyes and focused on her pussy, the pussy that would irrevocably belong to Harry.

The heat tingling from her core and all the way through her body was intensifying, he felt huge inside her and she couldn't help but cry out

"Oh fuck, Harry, you're so…Oh Gods!"

Harry's fascination with Daphne's ass rippling before him was unchanged as Her mewling became louder and higher as she climbed, very nearly there. Electric euphoria was shooting through her body and she began to lose control of her mind and her hips. Her arms shook and fell out from underneath her and she fell onto her face and shoulders.

Harry didn't know what he was thinking, but his curiosity at her asshole had reached a tipping point. He ran his thumb around the rim and Daphne bucked harder. That was a new sensation she'd never thought she'd be into but now she was too far gone to care about how she'd previously felt about anything to do with that kind of play. She had given herself to him, hadn't she? Knowing she was close, so unbearably close, she reached a now free arm down her chest and between her legs, rubbing her engorged clit furiously.

"Daph?" Harry said, breathlessly, "Should I?"

"Do it!' she squealed and Harry licked his thumb quickly and pushed it inside.

The tension within Daphne coalesced, pure, silent hyper-compressed carnal agony, like a bomb the moment before it detonated. Then, she came undone. Harry had to hold on for dear life as Daphne howled, the electricity coursing through her had doubled to become a thunderstorm, her body jerking as Harry just kept going.

Harry gave her ass a loud spank and one orgasm rolled into another, but she jolted, it was fast becoming too much and she shuddered and quickly skittered away from him across the bed, the feeling of him falling out of her bringing simultaneous relief from the overload, but a feeling of emptiness.

Harry watched as Daphne flopped onto her stomach on the mattress before rolling onto her back. He was still very frustrated and had been very nearly there herself, but what just happened, what he'd done to her had been incredible. He couldn't at all keep the shit-eating grin off his face.

After twenty or so deep pants, she looked up at him, her head propped up on her pillow.

"You…you can…take that…look of your face, you…smug bastard," Daphne panted.

Harry couldn't help but grin.

"How on earth… did you not cum?"

"Had a sneaky wank in the shower," Harry replied with a smirk, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

"As if, half of me was worried I'd wound you up too much and you'd blow straightaway, give me a minute, I'm not done with you yet."

When she was ready, he climbed on top of her. This time though, as Daphne felt comforted by the safe protective weight of Harry upon her and as Harry looked down at the beautiful girl who changed his life, they didn't just fuck, they made love.