Chapter Six: Fittings.

Sirius received a letter saying that fittings were required at Twilfitt and Tattings, and Harry floo-called the Burrow to arrange that part. It was, he reflected, only slightly worse than a telephone.

"Now get on the floo to your fiancee and get her to go over for fittings too" said Sirius.

Harry nervously floo-called Greengrass Estate, to find his head seemingly in a wood-panelled parlour, painted pale green and white, with purple and cream striped couches.

A young woman walked over and looked into the fire, her chestnut hair in a ponytail.

"Merlin's beard" she exclaimed. "Its Harry Potter. I'm Astoria. Daphne's sister." she said excitedly.

"Daphne, if you could?" asked Harry. "It's about the robes"

Astoria stared at Harry "You really are dating my sister?" she asked, looking surprised.

"Engaged to" said Harry "We've known each other for years, on the quiet."

"No way" exclaimed Astoria "So those quidditch jerseys?"

Harry nodded.

"I'll go get her." said Astoria, spun and ran off excitedly yelling "Daphne! It's Harry Potter!"

Daphne arrived a bit later and knelt by the fire "You met my sister" she said politely.

"The robes at Twilfitt and Tatting are ready for fitting" said Harry politely.

"Is the other matter under control?"

"Yes" said Harry "When..."

"I'll come for morning tea" said Daphne "I expect you to know what you're doing" she said and stood.

Harry pulled his head out and the fireplace went back to orange flames. She expected him to know what he was doing.

Harry found Sirius directing cleaners.

"Sirius, can I have a word" asked Harry.

Sirius went into the nearby bedroom and gestured Harry in, then cast a privacy spell.

"What?"

"Do you have a book on… snogging. I'm supposed to know what I'm doing. Daphne has… mentioned it."

Sirius shook his head "This is far too much like being a proper parent. I remember you being a tiny baby, and now you want a book on… well." he said. "In the Library, it's called Matrimonial Matters." he added.

"Thanks" said Harry and ran off, to the Library, where a quick summoning charm dropped the book into his hand and left a hole in the books on a low shelf in the darkest corner. Harry, went and looked at the adjacent books. A directory of Covent Garden 'Flower girls', an illustrated index of the brothels of Istanbul, and something behind the books. Harry pulled out a lot, dropping "Motherhood" on the floor. There was a brown book with no title on the cover wedged in the back of the bookshelf. Harry pulled it out. The spine had no title either. Harry opened the book and the frontispiece was odd. "Magics by A Lady." Harry dipped into the book, and his eyes boggled. It was an entire book of … sex magic. Well, magics for sex. Harry took that and Matrimonial matters to his room, locked the door, sat on his bed and started studying.

An hour later, he felt quite humbled. Daphne had been a really good sport about it. There were clearly a lot of things Harry could have done. Should have done.

Magics by a Lady, Harry dipped into again, and was left wondering, why would anyone want to do that? And having ambiguous feelings about cucumbers.

Someone, probably Sirius knocked on Harry's door "Oy, get your hand off it" said Sirius loudly "We're going to get fitted."

Harry put the books down, and got off his bed, called Kreacher "Kreacher, change the sheets." he ordered, and opened the door, Sirius was standing looking pointedly at his watch.

"What?" asked Sirius.

"Just got Kreacher to change the sheets" said Harry.

"Harry" said Sirius "I remember you being a bump in your mother. You're making me feel old"

Daphne was Twilfitt and Tattings a little bit after them, in that tartan robe again.

"Well I never young lady. The things some witches wear under their robes!" said the attendant loudly from behind the changing screen. Harry's pants somehow shrank several sizes.

Daphne looked unmoved by that comment when she reappeared, with a large dress-bag.

Harry, Sirius and Daphne took the floo back to Grimmald from Twilfitt and Tattings.

"I've got to go wrangle the bloody decorators" said Sirius and he strode off.

Daphne stood in the kitchen with Harry and played with her robe buttons "Harry" she said "I've got something I'd like to do for you...as a surprise" she said, and unbuttoned her Tartan robe-front. Harry swallowed, and Daphne pulled open her robe, revealing… a floral dress and a frilly floral pinafore "I'm going top make you some biscuits" she said, pulling the robe off, and pulling some small packets from the clearly space-expanded pinafore.

"Kreacher!" she called, and the old elf appeared "The oven to baking temperature please. I'm making Harry some biscuits."

She had, apparently brought a heart-shaped biscuit cutter, and laid out a whole sheet of pale hearts, then put them in the oven, and started making icing.

"Chocolate and Raspberry" she explained "The biscuits are vanilla, so they go with both." she looked intently at Harry "I hope you'll like them."

"It's just" said Harry "A bit of a surprise."

"Well, it's not like I can't cook. I just mostly do biscuits and desserts." said Daphne "Our elf cooks." she said pointedly.

The biscuits needed to cool.

"While the biscuits cool" said Daphne "Your room, to discuss matters?"

Harry nodded and Daphne disapparated with a crack.

Harry apparated to his room and Daphne was examining the books piled in his bedside table

She put 'Matrimonial matters' to one side and opened the anonymous book with a frown, and flicked through it. She blushed "Oh my" she said "Did Sirius give you this?"

"It was hidden behind all the matrimonial and related books" said Harry "I think he might not know about it."

Daphne put the book down and undid her pinafore, and put it carefully over the desk chair, and unexpectedly hugged Harry "Oh you are very lucky!" she said "That book looks really dirty. I mean, old." Harry went for a kiss, and Daphne kissed back. Not forcefully, but enough so Harry knew she approved of kissing right now.

Harry kissed her again, more enthusiastically and held her by her… quite nice bum.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Daphne.

"Well the biscuits need to cool" said Harry "I was thinking?"

Daphne stepped back "I'm not the sort of girl who does… quickies" she said and quietly pointed to the door. Harry cast some privacy charms and Daphne nodded, then sat on the bed and patted beside her.

Harry sat down and kissed her again. This time, arms around her waist. Daphne had a smile on her face "That's very nice" she said.

"I was wondering?" asked Harry "If I could lick you off? I should have on Wednesday. Sorry, I did some reading."

"Well" said Daphne, "While that's certainly an abrupt offer. I accept." she said and pulled up her dress, and wriggled out of her knickers, and clambered into the bed, pulled up her dress and spread her knees "Get licking" she said, her womanhood bared to Harry.

Harry knelt on the bed and started… or tried to.

"Not like that" said Daphne, and pointed "There. Right There."

Harry had hands in his hear and Daphne made little humms of encouragement. Hours later, his neck was sore, his tongue strained and Daphne was wriggling under his solicitations.

"I'm a bit tired honestly" said Harry, leaning back.

"Well, that's very good for a first attempt" said Daphne huskily "I suppose you're all tense?"

"I would like a shag, of you're offering?" asked Harry.

"I suppose I could… fit you in" said Daphne, rolling off the bed and undoing a button on the back of the dress collar.

Harry stripped hastily.

"Oh… you're all ready" said Daphne, pulling off her dress, revealing a green bra which she undid and then she nakedly bent over Harry's bed and pulled the covers down. Harry decided to stand behind her and press himself into her bum, and Daphne wiggled "Later" she said, and got on the bed, and spread her legs "It's an oldie but… missionary" she said "climb on."

After a bit of awkward fiddling, Harry slid into Daphne's warmth. "Oh" said Daphne "That is nice."

Harry decided to kiss Daphne as he slowly pumped into her and she responded by grabbing his hair, kissing him firmly and holding his back with one hand. Harry didn't last very long.

Daphne used the bathroom.

"Your towels are terrible" she said, as she came back into his room.

Harry had to ice his own biscuits.

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