"Please stop talking, Miss Granger," the healer asked in polite but frustrated voice.

"… he must have revealed your departure date from Privet drive on purpose, Harry…" Hermione still kept talking even as the older woman continued to wave her wand around, vanishing the bruises and scars from the girl's face. Hermione was on a roll with her speech and nothing could stop her. Not even the fact she was hampering the healer's work. Or that she needed to breathe.

"Once again, House Greengrass formally requests that you stop talking, Miss Granger," the healer repeated tiredly.

"…probably used Mundungus to give us the idea for the decoys too…" Hermione could not help herself but to finish the thought after which she fell silent. But only because she finally ran out of air. She proceeded to take a deep breath after which she started speculating about the possibility of Snape having influenced their campaign in some other ways they didn't know of.

"Seriously, mudblood!" the healer snapped, her patience having run out at last. "Unless you want these ridiculous bruises to be a permanent feature of your face, just shut your damn mouth for a moment, will you?!"

That finally silenced Hermione as she now instead glared at the woman for using the hated m-word. Still, Harry thought it had served its purpose as she remained quiet afterwards and allowed the healer to do her work. Harry had a feeling the healer only remained this polite to Hermione up until now because her boss was sitting right behind her.

Coming to terms with the fact the guards and other staff of the Greengrass manor now answered to him just as they did to the rest of Daphne's family wasn't easy for Harry. For one thing, he had been their prisoner just few moons ago which made for some awkward social dynamics. But mainly the idea of having so many people following his orders was something he wasn't used to.

His experiences with leading the Dumbledore's army certainly helped. But those were mere school children and while they might have called themselves an army, it's not like Harry ever had any real power to enforce his will on them. They only obeyed him because they wanted to, because they liked what he was saying. They might have just as easily told him to fuck off and some of them did. Certainly it wasn't comparable to his current situation where he was in charge of so many older people who actually had to follow his orders. Not only were they generously paid for their service but were also often compelled to do so by elaborate magical oaths.

So much power was at his fingertips, so much responsibility!

Harry would have been overwhelmed by it all if not for Daphne and the knowledge that while he might be in charge of so many others now, his pureblood girlfriend was still very much in charge of him. It brought him strange solace knowing any power he possessed was his only so long as the blonde found it pleasing. Rather than obsessing over the overwhelming responsibility and constantly questioning his worth, Harry could then instead focus on what he actually wanted to do – pleasing Daphne. Whether it involved commanding an army or being tied down and helpless in front of her, he would happily do it. Harry smiled at the thought before noticing the healer was almost done with her work.

After Daphne had left with Snape, he'd asked Hermione to join him in the office so that he could thank her for her help and offer her a drink. He had a feeling she might use it after her performance, which while completely faked, was still deeply unnerving. He was proved right when she eagerly accepted despite their relationship not being what it used to be. Seeing she still wore the fake scars, Harry had also called in the healer to remove them.

Unfortunately, after sitting down Hermione spent almost all of the time talking about all the staggering implications of Snape being a double-agent all along. Admittedly, she was making few excellent points here and there. A former friend of his she might be, Hermione Granger was still a genius. Even after being cursed as a traitor and repeatedly called pathetic by her, Harry wouldn't deny she possessed a brilliant mind. But then again, so did Daphne Greengrass. And due to Hermione having been kept out of loop until now, the latter was mostly just bringing up what Harry and Daphne had already discussed at length.

Worse, Hermione was saying it all in the same sanctimonious monologue tone of voice she had always used with him. Like she didn't expect Harry or anyone else to have anything useful to add and so she wouldn't even bother giving them a chance. It was one of the many things about her Harry hadn't noticed in the past but now that he did, it was impossible not to be annoyed by it. It was a staggering contrast to Daphne who, even though she could be just as stubborn and opinionated as Hermione, always made an effort to convince him of her point of view when they disagreed. Meanwhile Hermione automatically assumed everyone agreed and just moved on.

In any case, he was really glad she finally stopped talking. After all the revelations with Snape, Harry's mind was such a mess he didn't feel like dealing with anything right now.

"It's amazing he kept track of which lies he was telling to whom," Ron spoke next, obviously not picking up on Harry's current mood as he loudly pondered the finer points of strategy employed by double-agents.

Harry had invited Ron inside along with Hermione seeing as her involvement was his idea in the first place. And he wasn't the last person present in the room.

After everything that'd happened between Hermione and Daphne, her sister insisted she'd be present whenever the muggleborn girl would go into Daphne's office, no matter the reason. For some reason, Astoria Greengrass became convinced that one more altercation would prove to be Hermione's end and she intended to protect the older girl if she could. The two girls had inevitably grown closer as Astoria was one of the few people in the entire manor who saw Hermione's situation as fundamentally unfair. Harry thought it unfair too but also believed his former friend had made it all so much worse for herself by needlessly antagonizing Daphne and him. If only she'd kept her mouth shut and did as she was told for just once!

"It would have been so much easier had Draco just told me about the unbreakable oath," Astoria said wistfully, pulling Harry out of his thoughts. "I understand why he didn't but still…"

Harry nodded at that as he's been thinking the same ever since Snape mentioned. "It's not his fault," he replied, unhappy at having to defend the ferret. But in this case, the blame really lied elsewhere. "Narcissa should have told us," he said. It seemed they would need to have a serious talk with Draco's mother about this. While they hadn't directly asked Narcissa about her dealings with Snape, both Daphne and he agreed she should have told them.

"Maybe with Snape on our side, I could actually go back to school," Astoria suggested next before smiling dreamily, "It'd be great to see Draco again."

Hearing her words caused Ron to pale and grip the arm rests of his chair. "Y- you can't do that! It's still not safe!" he insisted and Harry had to agree with that.

"Why not?!" the younger Greengrass sister replied angrily, flicking her eyes between him and Ron with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "All of you just hate Draco! That's why you don't want me to go back!" she accused them petulantly.

"There are still too many people loyal to you-know-who in Hogwarts," Harry tried to reason with her. "The older Carrow twins are just two of them."

"He's right, Tori," Hermione spoke next, once again allowed to talk after the healer was done removing her fake scars and had left the room. "It's not safe."

With all three of them ganging up on her, and knowing full well what her sister was going to say on the matter, Astoria had no choice but to admit defeat. "Fine, fine, I'll stay…" the younger pureblood girl conceded with a huff and Ron visibly relaxed.

There were few seconds of silence before Hermione started speaking again. "I wonder how Snape knew we were camping in the Forest of Dean the night he gave us the sword…"

Harry thought that was another excellent point. How the hell did Snape know where they were?! There were many more questions like that they didn't have time to ask him today. But strangely Harry was glad for that as he didn't think he'd have been able to take much more. Not while his mind was in complete turmoil as he found himself constantly reassessing every single interaction he'd ever had with Severus Snape in the past seven years, putting them all in completely new perspective.

On one hand, he still firmly believed Snape was a jerk who childishly hated Harry all these years because James Potter bullied him and took the girl he liked away from him. But on the other hand, the man had also dedicated all of his adult life to seeing Harry safe. To spend your life protecting a person you hated… it must be hell inside Snape's head. Harry was surprised he didn't develop a split personality with such contradictory motivations driving his actions.

"Harry…" he suddenly heard his name spoken and raised his head to see Hermione addressing him directly. He realized she must have been talking the entire time he's been lost in his thoughts. "Pardon?" he said, not having heard a single word of it.

"I said... Dumbledore was right to trust Snape after all," she told him with a look so satisfied Harry had a feeling she was just short of adding 'I told you so'. Before he could say anything in response, he was interrupted by a newcomer though.

"Yes, I'm sure he knows, Granger," Daphne's voice sounded from by the door, the girl having walked in just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation. The blonde had her lips pursed as she stared in Hermione's direction with her customary disapproval but Harry hardly cared about the tension. "Daphne," he gasped and she turned towards him and smiled warmly.

He stood up and they walked into each other's arms, hugging and kissing. "Are you alright?" he asked her afterwards to which the girl nodded and promised to tell him everything later.

She then turned her attention to their guests, his hand still wrapped around her waist. So happy was he to see her that Harry forgot all of them were still here. All three watched in silence as he greeted his girlfriend. Astoria and Ron had smiles on their faces while Hermione looked on their display of affection with poorly hidden disapproval. At least the annoying self-satisfied grin was gone from her face.

"Granger," the blonde called at her in mild annoyance, having noticed Hermione's expression too. In response the muggleborn girl made a brave effort to hide her true feelings more carefully, assuming a more neutral expression with her eyes downcast. Even looking at Daphne Greengrass wrong made someone of her blood status liable to punishment and Hermione knew it.

"I must thank you," Daphne said as she stepped away from him and slowly walked over towards Harry's former friend. "Your performance was most convincing… even that look of defiance at the end," she reluctantly admitted before adding, "Though I suppose you didn't need to fake it too much, did you?" she asked, tossing her hair and sneering down on the muggleborn witch.

Hermione looked like a deer caught in headlights, obviously unsure as to whether she was being complimented or reprimanded. In truth, Harry knew it was both. The original plan they'd all agreed on was for Hermione to act broken in front of Snape and just passively go along with Daphne's 'abuse'. Harry was therefore worried they blew it when she suddenly looked at Daphne with disdain near the end. Fortunately, it only ended up reinforcing the validity of their fake story in Snape's mind.

"Despite digressing from your instructions, you succeeded," Daphne acknowledged and raised her head proudly, somehow managing to look down on the brunette despite them being the same height. "Name your reward," she then commanded her haughtily.

"E-excuse me?" Hermione stammered in total confusion. Meanwhile Astoria was busy whispering something in Ron's ear, no doubt explaining the situation to Harry's equally confused friend.

"You did a valuable service for my family… Hermione," the pureblood witch clarified and Harry was taken back as this was probably the first time he heard the name coming from Daphne's lips. So far, it had always been Granger when she was feeling generous and a mudblood when she was not. And seldom did Daphne Greengrass feel generous with a rebellious muggleborn who constantly refused to submit to her authority. "So go ahead. Name your price," the blonde girl repeated.

Hermione soon overcame her surprise and seemed to be furiously thinking of something to say. Her eyes inevitable went towards Daphne's desk, just as they did several times before. It's where her confiscated wand was stored and Harry knew she wanted it back above all else. Harry couldn't really blame her for that as he knew all too well the feeling of helplessness he had experienced before reaching an accord with Daphne.

The pureblood girl had returned his and Ron's wands a long time ago but categorically refused to do the same with Hermione because of her blood status and attitude. Harry didn't blame Daphne for it either as Hermione simply couldn't be trusted. Even being unarmed and helpless, she would no doubt try to escape if only an opportunity presented itself. Therefore, to return her wand to her would be a sheer madness. Daphne might do it exchange for her unconditional surrender. Had Hermione bowed down at the pureblood girl's feet in willing submission and swore an oath not to fight against them, her wand would have already been returned to her. But that was something the brunette had so far refused each and every time it was offered.

Just as before, Daphne noticed and correctly interpreted Hermione's wistful look. She pressed her lips together while shaking her head. "I'm not giving you your wand back," she categorically stated, nipping that hope in the bud. "Neither am I letting you go until the war is over. These two matters are not open to negotiation," she stressed as she pinned the muggleborn girl with her merciless gaze.

Hermione's lips trembled with suppressed emotion and she looked like she was rapidly losing the battle with the rational part of her brain telling her not to protest Daphne's decision. Finally, the battle was over and she opened her mouth to speak. "But-" she began to say, only to immediately stop when Astoria walked behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, Hermione," Astoria whispered into her ear but in the silence of the room, it ended up being audible to everybody. "This is not how we role-played this," she chastised her which made Daphne's lips twitch in amusement.

Hermione took a deep breath before she asked. "Very well… what is it that I may ask for?" she finally addressed the elephant in the room.

"That's up to you," Daphne replied and smirked. "Though I would advice you not to overstep your bounds," she gave Hermione a rather unhelpful answer that made Harry wonder what she was up to.

He knew Daphne planned to reward Hermione after the latter unexpectedly agreed to cooperate with them. But he didn't know what the blonde considered as an appropriate reward or why she was even letting Hermione make that selection. Now the muggleborn girl was placed at an unenviable position – she could either request less and potentially miss a chance for a bigger reward or ask for more and risk Daphne's ire. And making Daphne pissed at her was not in her interest, something Astoria stressed to her over and over again.

"I-" Hermione began to say uncertainly after a while, having reached her decision. "I wish to speak with Ollivander and Griphook," she finally said, catching all of them by surprise. Certainly Harry did not expect that. He quickly looked over at the blonde to see how she would react.

"And just what is it you'd like to discuss with Mr. Ollivander?" Daphne tittered while asking her question. She rolled her eyes before Hermione got a chance to answer. "Never mind… I already know," she said before the two girls looked into each other's eyes, the icy blue drilling into Hermione's brown and making her visibly nervous.

"Very well," Daphne agreed eventually. "Provided your visit does not tire him excessively, I will allow you fifteen minutes with Mr. Ollivander. But no more. He's been through a lot and I would strongly advice you not to make him upset," she stressed to which Hermione quickly nodded. "Furthermore, while you may ask him about the Elder wand…" she decreed, finally answering Harry's question as to why Hermione made that request, "… you will absolutely not mention the fact Harry and I currently possess it."

Hermione nodded at that too but couldn't help but ask. "You're keeping it a secret?" she asked and it was clear she didn't approve. Given she didn't believe the Elder wand existed, Harry found that strange.

"Not that it's any business of yours," Daphne hissed venomously, "But we do in fact plan to tell him. The information, however, will come from me and not you," she stressed before giving Hermione a look so cold it made her want to take an instinctive step back. Only Astoria's hand still on her shoulder kept her in place. "Cross me on this, Granger, and I shall be very displeased with you. Is that understood?" she asked and Harry watched his former friend nod rapidly.

The ability to master Hermione with a single look of disdain was something Harry found both fascinating and terrifying about Daphne. He was also little envious. Had it been him speaking with Hermione right now, he was certain there would have been a huge argument and she'd probably wind up not listening to him at all. No doubt a lot of it was due to Hermione being terrified of Daphne and what the pureblood girl might do to her while she didn't have the same fear with him. But sometimes Harry wondered if there was more to it than that, whether he was simply ill equipped for dealing with Hermione in general.

He had shown some of his memories of their numerous arguments to Daphne and his girlfriend had trouble comprehending how he could have put up with her for so long. Especially with what had been said in the tent in the weeks leading up to their capture. In hindsight, Harry didn't know how he did it either. In the future, provided they even maintained contact after the war, he would aim for some sort of balance when dealing with Hermione. What happened between them in the tent wouldn't happen again. But neither would he totally dismiss her suggestions either should they come. He was sure there had to be some middle ground between what Daphne would have done in his place, which would have been to severely punish Hermione after first disrespectful sentence out of her mouth, and letting her walk all over him for seven years the way Harry ultimately did.

"As for the goblin," Daphne continued, "He has requested to consult the treaty. You may speak with it in the library during that time," she said dismissively, obviously far less interested in Hermione's conversation with Griphook than with Mr. Ollivander.

Seeing her sister was done speaking now, Astoria prodded Hermione's back with her finger. "Th- thank you," she said and feeling another prod, the muggleborn girl quickly added. "… my lady."

Daphne smiled at that. "You're welcome, Hermione," she said before raising her hand and gently stroking Hermione's cheek. "Thank you again. I will let you know should your service be required again," she told her and Harry noticed how his former friend flinched at the touch as well as the words.

After her hand dropped, Daphne said, "Now… I'd like to discuss something with Harry in private. If you would all excuse us," she told the three of them while silently signaling her sister she would talk with her later. Meanwhile, Harry did the same with Ron as he and Astoria practically dragged Hermione out of the room before she could say or do anything else.

Harry watched them leave and didn't notice Daphne walking towards him until he felt her hand slipping into his own. She leaned her head on his shoulder and he gently stroked her hair. Finally the door closed and they were alone. "You know, I'm starting to think the purity of her blood isn't her biggest problem," Daphne said after they've left.

Harry sighed at hearing that from her again, "Well, coming from you, love, I guess that's a progress," he eventually said with a resigned smile.

"I am capable of change!" she said, pretending to sound offended but grinning all the way.

"Did she really think you'd return her wand after this?" Harry wondered in disbelieve.

"Of course not. She's neither naïve nor stupid… but she expected it," Daphne answered and at his confused look, she explained further. "She knew I wouldn't return her wand but in her mind she made it up to be a fair reward for her actions. And now she's going to use my denial to reinforce her pathological impression that I'm being unfair to her."

"She did help us though," Harry reminded her and she nodded in agreement.

"I know," she acknowledged. "I honestly didn't expect that. If she keeps that attitude, her position after the war could be much better. I would insist she's not punished for skipping on registration and make sure the ministry returns everything they'd confiscated from her," Daphne decided before adding with a frown, "Still, the reward she chose today speaks volumes about her true motivations."

"Why? What would you consider a fair reward?" Harry wondered, not sure what Daphne meant.

Instead of responding right away, Daphne placed her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. "What do you think?" she asked him curiously and Harry had a feeling it wasn't a multiple choice question and that there was a right answer. He focused on their bond as well as on everything he knew about his girlfriend… about his pureblood supremacist girlfriend who was the heiress to the thousand years old legacy of the Wild Hunt. He looked into her icy blue eyes and he just knew.

"Nothing," he answered. "It's nothing."

The beautiful blonde beamed with delight at that and they kissed deeply. "Correct, Harry. Traditional stance is that mudbloods should serve us because it's the right thing to do, not because they expect a reward. At least it can't be their primary motivation. Instead, they must recognize how much better we are compared to them and find purpose in that," Daphne declared passionately, a blue flame dancing in her eyes.

"So why offer her a reward in the first place?" Harry asked while shaking his head. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to accept what she just said, not even with the person he loved being absolutely certain of it.

Daphne tensed in his arms before looking almost guilty. "I wanted to see how she'd respond to being treated more equally… even if we both know she's anything but. It's something my ancestors had also experimented with in the past," she explained before sighing. "But just like for them, it can't work in practice. You saw it yourself. I offered Granger almost a free choice of a reward. She could have asked for her continued involvement in the fight against Voldemort. Instead, she immediately used it as an opportunity to further her schemes."

Harry took a moment to process that before he spoke next. "Schemes? What she asked for… why?"

"I'm certain she wants Garrick to confirm the Elder wand is a myth and that I've been lying about it all along… which he of course won't because I wasn't," Daphne said and Harry nodded. Hermione's fanatical skepticism about the Elder wand was something that never failed to infuriate him. Even after telling her of the wand's enormous power and that he'd felt it in his own hand, she refused to believe him. In Hermione's mind, the Elder wand didn't exist and that was it as far as she was concerned, end of discussion. Harry hoped Mr. Ollivander would be able to talk some sense into her but he doubted it.

"And Griphook?" he asked next.

"For the goblin, I have only theories. She might view him as a fellow prisoner and perhaps hopes to hatch an escape plan with him," she casually mentioned and snorted in derision.

"You don't sound too worried about that," Harry sensed.

"I'm not," Daphne confirmed. "It's a goblin, Harry. I doubt he'll be interested in speaking with her in the first place. Even if he is, none of it matters as the treaty prohibits him from moving against me in any way. But enough about Granger," she said decisively before stepping closer.

"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked gently as she pulled him in for another hug.

"Not really," he admitted, not letting go as he whispered the words to her. "Snape and my mom was one thing. But all the things he did for me over the years… I'll need a lot of time to process that before I'm ready to even talk about it."

Daphne gently stroked his back in response, not saying anything else. When they finally separated, she looked into his eyes and said, "What a day, huh?"

Harry just laughed weakly in response and allowed her to lead them towards the couch. They both sat down and Daphne stretched her body before kicking off her heels. She then turned around and placed her feet into his lap. Without having to be told, Harry started stroking and massaging her legs and feet. Thanks to magic, the fancy footwear Daphne preferred to wear didn't cause any soreness whatsoever but the pureblood witch liked receiving foot massages from him nonetheless… and he liked giving them to her.

"What happened at Hogwarts? Everything went well?" he asked her after a while.

"Mm – yes. McGonagall took some convincing to make the secrecy oath but she's on our side now," she told him as he continued to massage her feet. At his questioning look, she added, "We basically gave her a choice to either stand with us or have her memory wiped and not be involved in our plan in any way."

"And she was okay with that?" Harry asked in concern and surprise. He feared issuing ultimatums to a stern woman like professor McGonagall could easily backfire.

Daphne shrugged. "Yes and no. It helped immensely she'd been able to scan you for mind control. Or else I don't think I would have been able to convince her Snape was innocent or working with us. For some reason, she doesn't seem to trust me very much."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't be," she assured him. "At least now when she hears rumors I'm mind-controlling you into doing my bidding… and she will… she's going to defend me even though she doesn't like me. Her Gryffindor honor won't permit anything else."

Harry was astounded by her reasoning, "That's why you weren't angry with her! You were already planning to use her mistrust to your advantage!" he accused her while at the same time staring at her with admiration. Every time Harry thought he was finally able to see through her plots, Daphne Greengrass would surprise him with yet another one; a Slytherin through and through.

"Of course I was," the blonde said before wiggling her feet in his lap. "And can you blame me? In the future, I certainly don't want some misguided idiot trying to rescue you from my evil clutches," she said and smirked.

Harry responded by lifting the foot he was just massaging and giving it a loving kiss. "That would be a mission doomed from the start, my lady," he told her submissively. He reckoned the fears people would imagine after seeing him with Daphne were not that far from reality. The important difference was everything he did was of his own free will. He wondered whether people would even care about such difference before firmly deciding it was he who didn't care.

"Indeed," Daphne said and laughed. "And yet they would try anyway. Especially if they could see you right now… worshipping me as I deserve," she cackled with delight even as Harry moaned helplessly at her words. "Should someone try, you tell me immediately… and I will deal with them. Nobody is going to steal such a skilled halfblooded footlicker from me," the blonde cooed at him while lifting his chin with her foot. "Do you understand these directives? Will you obey, Harry Potter?!" the pureblood girl inquired derisively.

"Yes! Yes!" he quickly answered. He would have agreed with anything she said in that moment.

"Such a good boyfriend," Daphne declared as she leaned back, lowered her foot back into his lap and Harry resumed her massage.

"What else happened? Did you meet anyone else? Or did the three of you talk that entire time?" Harry asked next after regaining control of himself.

"I went to say hello to my classmates… for appearances sake mostly," she said at first but seeing Harry's raised eyebrow, she corrected, "Ok, fine… it was good to see the girls… Millie and Tracey," she admitted before frowning. "Not so much the boys, though."

"Why? What happened?" Harry asked in concern and his mind automatically jumped to the idea of Malfoy doing something annoying. Seeing as that prick was going to be his brother-in-law he really needed to stop thinking like that.

"Nothing bad," Daphne quickly assured him. "Just that several of them proposed a marriage to me," she told him before adding with a smile, "Don't worry, I didn't accept."

"W-WHAT? What did you say?" Harry gasped and froze, his eyes blazing with irrational fury. Small part of his mind remembered Daphne warning him something like this would happen. That with people not knowing about the two of them, Daphne Greengrass was the most desirable pureblood bachelorette in the country. But the rest of him saw nothing but red. 'How dare they!'

Harry didn't get to stew in his jealous rage for too long as a moment later, he felt the girl slapping the scruff of his neck. "Hey, I didn't tell you to stop!" she complained and Harry noticed he had stopped her massage.

"Sorry," he mumbled an apology and resumed. The anger was gone and he felt only regret such situations were inevitable for the moment. "I just wish we could finally tell everyone. Boys asking you to marry them… that's not okay!" he exclaimed passionately.

Although if he was being honest with himself, it made him feel a gleeful joy knowing he was going to get this amazing girl instead of all those purebloods. That no matter how much they grovel before her, Daphne Greengrass had chosen him!

"I feel the same way, Harry. I can't wait until the world finally knows you're mine and no one else's. Think how many girls will cry themselves to sleep while cursing my name!"


After Harry finished with the massage, he and Daphne snuggled. "We're almost there, Harry," she told him. "Hogwarts is secure and Snape will even help us look for the Horcrux there… all that's left is to deal with Bellatrix and whatever is in her maiden vault. And then we'll be ready to attack."

"You're right, it's practically done," he joked but knew what Daphne meant. They still had a lot do to and there were many dangers ahead. But their victory was starting to gain firm outlines whereas it was just an ungraspable dream in the beginning. And it was all thanks to this amazing and beautiful girl gently purring in his arms…

"The boys who proposed to you," he suddenly spoke. "Did they flirt with you too?!"

Daphne was silent for a while. "Some of them did," she finally quietly admitted, looking at him with all too innocent expression.

Harry jumped out of his seat. "Come with me, now!" he said while reaching for her arms.

"Why?" she asked but allowed him to pull her up. Then she looked at him teasingly. "What do you have in mind?" the blonde asked with a raised eyebrow while striking an alluring pose that made him want to jump her right here. From experience though, he knew their bedroom would be much more comfortable.

"I'll show you when we get there!"