Present
After meeting up at the trident, the Greengrass sisters were now walking their horses at a lazy pace along the road leading into the denser parts of Wistman's wood.
"So... you understand why I am asking you for this," Daphne asked after she finished telling Astoria about her plan to involve the Malfoys in the anti-Voldemort resistance.
During her entire speech, her sister was suspiciously quiet which was very much unlike her since normally Astoria would hardly ever stop talking. Daphne was little unnerved by that.
"I think so," Astoria finally responded with a shrug and said, "You want to rope my future parents-in-law into your little pureblood coalition."
'Not so little anymore,' Daphne was going to reply bitingly. But she needed Astoria's full cooperation so instead she went with a more neutral, "I wouldn't put it exactly like that but yes."
Astoria nodded in understanding and asked, "May I just add something?"
"Please do," Daphne agreed before noticing Astoria's expression and realizing she fell into a trap.
"I TOLD YOU SO!" her sister cried so loudly that only their training prevented their horses from panicking. "I fucking told so... so many times!" Astoria repeated more quietly while patting her frightened mare.
Daphne did the same with her stallion even as she waited for the inevitable I told you so speech that she should have realized was coming.
"I told you the dark lord was an insane monster. I told you all! You should have bloody listened to me!" Astoria told her while Daphne had her eyes downcast. "He almost got my poor Draco killed last year. He got daddy killed! He's a monster and I hate him so much!"
"Well, I agree with you now, so..." Daphne tried to speak but Astoria interrupted her with an angry huff.
"Oh, don't even get me started!" Astoria said. "You saw everything that bastard have done just as I did. He's a murderer of the worst kind. You knew that!"
"I know but he was a pu-"
"A what? Pureblood?!" Astoria practically spat. "So you didn't mind the murders, the torture, the rapes... so long as he was a pureblood. But now that you know he's actually a halfblood, you are finally against him?" she asked and when Daphne did not answer right away, Astoria punched her shoulder. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Ouch!" Daphne groaned before saying, "What do you want me to say? I made a mistake... we all did!"
Astoria opened her mouth to retort angrily before closing it again as they rode in silence for a while. "Well coming from you... I suppose that's something," she finally acknowledged.
Daphne slowly let out the breath she has been holding. "Will you help me, Tori?" she asked quietly.
Astoria sighed tiredly before saying, "You're my sister... of course I'll help you." She then turned sharply in her saddle while pointing a finger at her older sister. "Just don't forget what I said... I told you so!"
Daphne nodded stiffly. "Don't suppose there is any chance of you ever letting me forget that," she said and chuckled.
"You bet there isn't!"
After a while Daphne asked, "So when can you arrange for Lucius to meet me?"
"Any time, I suppose. It's not like he's terribly busy after the dark lord stole and destroyed his wand," Astoria said angrily on behalf of her future father-in-law. "But if you want my advice, he's not the one you want to be talking to," she said and before Daphne could ask what she meant by that, she added. "It's Narcissa you want to convince."
"Narcissa?" Daphne asked in surprise. "Why?"
"Because," Astoria droned in a tone like it was obvious. "Lucius is a pragmatic like everyone from his family. At this point, he only wants for his family to survive. He will not care one bit whether the dark lord is a pureblood or not. Narcissa, on the other hand..."
"She's a Black," Daphne said, beginning to see where her sister was going with this.
"Exactly," Astoria nodded. "She was raised to view everyone who isn't a pureblood as her inferior. And she still kinda does. She's a lot like... well, you. She might be scared of the dark lord but she will not suffer a son of a muggle lording over her family. You can count on that."
Daphne nodded, deep in thought. Finally, she asked, "But will she be able to convince Lucius?"
Astoria nodded. "Oh, yes. He does listen to her in matters like this," she said decisively.
"Alright. We'll do it your way," Daphne agreed, already assembling arguments for her talk with Narcissa in her head.
"Hang on," Astoria said, interrupting Daphne's mental preparations. "I'll arrange for the two of you to meet but there is something I want from you in return."
"What is it?" Daphne asked cautiously. She should have realized that Astoria's help would not be free. She was her sister but she was still a Slytherin.
"It's about Granger... I want you to promise that you won't destroy that girl," Astoria finally told her, taking Daphne completely by surprise. "Excuse me?" she asked in confusion. "Since when do you care about what happens to that mudblood bitch?"
True, unlike the rest of House Greengrass, her sister has always been annoyingly pro-muggleborn. But she could not believe that Astoria would just randomly ask her to spare Granger of all people. There had to be something more behind it, she thought, and her sister confirmed it a moment later.
"I promised Ron I would try to save her from you," she reluctantly admitted.
"You promised Ron Weasley that you would try to save Granger from me," Daphne repeated while shaking her head in disbelief before a crazy idea popped into her head. "Tori... what's going on between the two of you?"
Astoria almost choked at the suggestion hidden in her question. "What?! Get your head out of the gutter! You know I love Draco," she spluttered in indignation. "I simply owed Weasley a favour. That is all."
"Right," Daphne said, deciding to not pry anymore. She did take note of Astoria initially calling him Ron, though. "In any case, I can't give you that promise... Granger's fate is now entirely out of my hands."
"What are you talking about?" Astoria demanded and so Daphne told her what happened earlier between her and Harry.
After the boy decided to betray her.
Six days ago.
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"You were going to let Granger go!"
Daphne watched as Harry Potter turned pale at her words. Even when he still thought she was going to hand him over to Voldemort didn't he appear as frightened.
"H-how did you know?" he asked with worry before looking at her suspiciously. "Did you read my mind?"
"I didn't have to. The guilt was clearly written all over your face the whole time," Daphne told him. "I had a hunch why that was... and you just confirmed it."
The full implication of what happened dawning on her and making her feel like her entire world was spinning. Harry Potter betrayed her!
"Daphne... I'm so sor-"
"Oh, you are sorry, is that it?!" she spat angrily. Harry's green eyes looked at her with such desperation that all she wished was to just forgive him everything. Too often had she given in to those enchanting eyes. But not this time. What Harry planned to do was unforgivable. "Damn it Harry, I trusted you! You swore to me you wouldn't do this!"
"I didn't mean to betray you! I thought I had no other choice!" he cried out before she could interrupt him again.
"No choice?!" she repeated in disbelief. "What about choosing to keep to your word? Choosing to trust me!"
"And what about you choosing to trust me?" Harry retorted. "I thought you were torturing my friend for no reason, if I knew... you should have just told me!"
"Oh, I see. How stupid of me," Daphne said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "I should have realized right away – it's all my fault!"
Harry sighed. "Daphne... I didn't say that!" he protested but she was not listening to him anymore. Instead, she raised her arm to give this traitor the slap he deserved. She thought she was moving like a lightning but somehow, Harry reacted even faster and caught her wrist midflight before her hand could connect with his cheek.
"Daphne..." he said with surprising gentleness given that she was about to physically assault him. "... please forgive me for this."
"Let go of my hand!" she told him as she struggled against his grip. He might be a halfblood traitor but Daphne could not deny he was physically much stronger than her.
"Forgive me," he repeated even more desperately, refusing to let go of her hand.
Daphne responded by drawing out her wand with her other hand and pushing him back with her magic. Harry drew his own wand out on instinct and the two of them automatically fell into a duelling pose. "So this is it, Harry? We're going to finally find out who's stronger?" Daphne told him as they faced each other in battle stances.
Inside her mind Daphne was screaming. She wondered how things became so screwed up so quickly. She didn't want this! She didn't want things between them to end this way. She prayed for something... anything... to end this disaster and make it better.
And as it turned out, her prayers were answered because it seemed that Harry didn't want this either. The boy stared at her for few moments, his eyes filled with bitter regret. Then he flicked his wrist and Daphne thought he was casting a spell. She almost responded with a protection charm before noticing that Harry let go of his wand at the last moment, throwing it at her feet.
"That's an interesting strategy, Harry," Daphne said with a raised eyebrow, not letting him out of her sight for even a second in case this was a trick.
"I will not fight you," he told her simply with a downcast expression.
"So you throw yourself at your opponent's mercy," she reasoned. "After what you did, why do you think I am willing to show you any?"
Harry raised his eyes and looked directly at her. "I don't."
Daphne stared at him for a moment longer before she bent her knees to pick up Harry's discarded wand. "I should fucking break this again," she said as her fingers closed around his holly wand. "It would be a smart thing to do. I gave it back to you because I trusted you but clearly I was wrong to do so. You don't deserve it," she told him even as she marched closer to him, her wand pointed at his heart.
"Do you know what would also be a smart thing to do, Harry?" she whispered.
"What?" he asked breathlessly.
"To call my guards and have them beat the crap out of you before throwing you in a prison cell! And keeping you there this time! You could even share a cell with that mudblood you care about so much!" Daphne cried out.
Harry swallowed before saying, "I betrayed you... I regret that deeply. I will accept whatever punishment you deem necessary." He then stood silent, awaiting her decision.
Daphne stepped even closer, her wand touching his chest. "It would be a smart thing to do," she repeated almost wistfully before lowering her wand. "But I think I already proved I am not a smart girl."
And then she threw herself into his arms and began to cry while Harry just held her for what seemed like minutes, silent except occasionally telling her how sorry he was. Everything came crushing down upon her in that moment. The fact Harry betrayed her; the fact she practically drove him to do it with her actions; the fact that they both almost ruined everything over something so worthless and pitiful like that damnable mudblood. In that moment, Daphne made an internal vow – never again.
Eventually, she extricated herself from his hug and said, "I am just about sick of Hermione Granger being an issue between us," Daphne told him even as she wiped away her tears. She was speaking from the heart as she told him, "I am so done. From now on, I am letting you decide her fate."
"You are serious?" he asked in surprise.
"Yes... well within reason. I can't let her go and you know why. If she was captured and interrogated, it would ruin everything. And my family would pay the price," she told him and Harry reluctantly accepted that.
"Then I don't understand..."
"Although I can't let her leave this place, everything else that happens to her will be up to you. You want me to stop torturing her and just let her lounge about in some nice room all day?" she asked and then answered herself. "All you need to do is ask. It's up to you."
Harry though about her words for a while before saying, "But if I do that, she won't get magic into her body." Daphne shook her head. "And didn't you say she was going crazy while being locked up?" he then asked.
"Yes, but I thought about that and there is a way around it," she told him before saying, "Draught of the living death. She can be put unconscious and revived after the war is over. She'll be perfectly fine," she assured him when she saw his expression. She did not blame him for his reaction as the name of that potion was not aptly chosen.
"I don't know," he said after a while, looking completely lost.
"Well you need to decide what you want," Daphne said with a tad of irritation in her voice. Harry looked at her with desperation but she could not make this easier for him. Not if it was supposed to be his decision. "It's not easy, is it? Making a decision I mean. It's always easier to let others do it and then blame them for consequences," Daphne told him haughtily while Harry looked at her with defeated expression. "No... it's not easy," he agreed.
"I need more time to think about this," he finally said after a while. "For now... just continue with what you were doing," he told her after obvious internal struggle.
"Even if it causes her pain?" Daphne asked cautiously. She never wanted this to be an issue again and so she needed to be absolutely certain that this was what Harry truly wanted. When he nodded, she said, "Very well, Harry. But if I am doing this, I am doing this my way." She never wished to be blamed for supposedly humiliating Granger ever again, especially when she felt like she was taking it relatively easy on her. In her opinion, more humility was exactly what that mudblood needed.
"I understand."
Daphne smiled. "So we can put this whole thing with Granger behind us?" she asked hopefully and Harry agreed.
"Good... then all we have left to discuss is us, Harry."
"W-what do you mean?"
"You swore on your honour as the last Potter and Black that you would not help her escape," she told him and she put all the bitterness she still felt in the next sentence. "You were going to break your oath!"
"But I didn't," Harry pointed out but even he knew it sounded empty.
"Only by a small miracle," Daphne retorted and sighed. "Maybe swearing on your family name means nothing to you but it means everything to me. By forfeiting your word, I could declare you without honour and strip your family name from you. I could kill you or make you my slave and your family wouldn't even have the right to avenge you!"
"Daphne... what else can I say except that I am sorry. What else can I do to make this right?" he asked desperately.
Daphne stared at him for a while, fuming as she thought of an answer to that question. And it was not an easy one. She knew that Harry really regretted his actions and wanted to forgive him. But she also felt that his actions could not be excused that easily. Finally, she decided to go with her instincts and said, "Kneel."
"W-what?!" she watched as the boy bristled at her suggestion but Daphne hardly cared. "I said get down on your knees! Now!" When he still hesitated Daphne stepped closer and said, "You also swore you would follow my commands... are you seriously going to break all your oaths to me on a single day?!"
She then watched with utmost satisfaction as Harry swallowed hard and slowly sank to his knees before her. The last Potter and Black was now kneeling at the feet of a Greengrass. Daphne supposed that her ancestors would be very proud of her.
"I am sorry, Daphne," he said softly while looking up at her. To see him like this was utterly intoxicating to Daphne. The boy-who-lived, the Gryffindor golden boy, was on his knees before her and begging her forgiveness. It was one of the most satisfying and gratifying sights she has ever seen. It also felt absolutely correct. "Say it again," she spoke as her icy blue eyes bore into the kneeling boy.
"I am sorry," he repeated dutifully and she finally nodded, formally accepting his words. Daphne had a brief thought of making him kiss her shoe as part of the apology before she dismissed it. Debasing Harry so completely was not her goal. Instead, she took out his wand from pocket and flipped it over so she could hand it to him.
He looked at her with hope and was about to reach for it when she pulled it away. "Understand this, Harry... this wand belongs to me," she stressed before handing it over to him. Harry took it from her with trembling hands. She then leaned over and cupped the kneeling boy's chin with her hand. She could not stop the next words, acting on pure instinct. "And that's not all. Your wand belongs to me... you belong to me... your..."
Harry never found out what she was going to say next because in the next moment, he surged upwards and started kissing her. It then led to a make out session they would both be remembering for years.
Present.
"So let me get this straight. You made him apologize to you on his knees... and he wanted to kiss you afterwards?" Astoria asked in disbelief. Her mare neighed at the same time, perhaps sharing her mistress's sentiment.
"Your point being?" Daphne asked impatiently.
"My point being that we really need to talk about the relationship you and Potter have," Astoria said after a while. She then pointed deeper into the forest. "But first, I could really use a swim... let's go to the pond."
"I didn't bring a swimsuit," Daphne pointed out but Astoria just chuckled and said. "Neither did I."
Daphne shrugged in response and the two sisters walked their horses deeper into the magical forest.
At that same time, Harry Potter was standing within the library of Greengrass manor, listening to Sue Li talk about her magical research.
"There is evidence that first wizards and witches appeared around twelve thousand years ago. They were the first purebloods. Yet the only definitive record of there being muggleborns is only five thousand years old."
"How is that possible?" Harry wondered. He could remember Daphne mentioning several times that it took time for her ancestors to realize there was such a thing as a magical baby born to muggles. But a gap of many thousands of years seemed unlikely.
"That's what I am trying to learn," Sue said. "A lot of my work at this point is just analysing census data," she explained, pointing out specific books to Harry which were filled with numbers and names of places. "I already confirmed that the occurrence of muggleborns is not proportional."
"What do you mean by proportional?"
"I mean that the number of muggles today is about seventy times larger than thousand years ago. However, the annual number of muggleborns is not seventy times greater but rather more or less the same," Sue explained. "Already, that suggests that muggleborns are not just some mutation of ordinary muggles or perhaps muggle women somehow exposed to some random magic during pregnancy. If they were, there would be much more muggleborns than there are," Sue told him before rummaging through the pile of papers on the desk.
"And there is more," she said, pulling what turned out to be a map of Britain. There were circles drawn over it at numerous places. "The size of the circle indicates the annual number of muggleborns born in that area," Sue explained.
Harry looked carefully at the map and made the inescapable conclusion. "All the circles are the same size."
"More or less... yes," Sue confirmed. "One would expect there would be more muggleborns in densely populated areas, such as the Greater London, but that is also not the case. They are rather uniformly distributed throughout the country."
"Is that true in all countries?" Harry wondered even as he picked up the map and studied it with interest.
Sue nodded eagerly. "A very good question but I did not get that far yet. Problem is that many countries eliminated any blood status census questions in the last hundred years, so there is not enough data. I only made this map after Dolores Umbridge ordered a complete survey for the muggleborn registration commission."
Harry let go of the map like it was poisoned. He knew it was irrational and that Umbridge never touched the paper but he hated that woman with passion. "So what do you think of all this? Do you have any ideas yet?"
"It's too soon to tell. It will take many years to derive anything conclusive," Sue said, carefully considering her words. "However, based on the evidence so far... it could be a spell."
"A spell?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes. It's only a guess but it fits the evidence so far. It would explain the lack of proportionality as well as the uniform geographic distribution," Sue said and then added. "If I am right, then someone somewhere five thousand years ago might have casted a spell to turn muggles into witches and wizards."
"Fascinating," Harry simply said before asking, "So what will you do once you learn the truth?"
"I will make my report and the rest will be up to lady Greengrass... perhaps we could use that knowledge to help my people integrate better," she said with hope and enthusiasm. In that moment, Sue reminded him of Hermione more than ever. Harry wondered whether the two girls were really that different after all. They both wanted to help muggleborns even though their motivations and methods differed.
He looked towards one of the study alcoves where he knew Hermione was busy studying books about pureblood supremacy in that very moment. Sue noticed his wistful and regretful gaze and said, "If you want my advice... don't let her come between you and Daphne."
Harry turned to look at her sharply. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, wondering whether Sue knew of their relationship.
Sue giggled. "Oh come on, Harry. This is no secret anymore. It's a small manor, you know."
"It's a HUGE manor!" Harry protested before he shook his head. "And I won't."
"You won't what?" Sue asked in confusion.
"I won't let Hermione stand between us," he said decisively and he meant it. He already almost ruined everything earlier and he was not going to let it happen again.
"Good," Sue smiled and nodded. "Because ultimately, only she can save herself."
Harry nodded even as he shook her hand. "It was nice talking with you, Sue. Good luck with your research."
The chinese girl smiled and said, "Thanks, Harry. I'll see you around."
They parted ways afterwards. While Sue continued to work, Harry walked out of the library. He did not feel like reading another book that day since he was still mentally exhausted from reading Woden's diary. He wondered if Ron would be interested in a game of chess and Harry decided to go look for his friend. Ron was free to read the books in the library too but it was never his favourite activity. In the last few days, his best male friend instead started doing physical training with the Greengrass household guards. Ron seemed to enjoy that and Harry was glad he found something occupy his time while he and Daphne focused on the war effort.
In that moment, Harry walked past a large window which afforded a view of the Wistman's wood where he knew Daphne was horseriding with her sister right now. Harry smiled happily as he thought of the Greengrass heiress.
In a way, he was now glad for what happened between them earlier. He deeply regretted he was going to betray her albeit for what he felt at the time was a good cause. However, what came afterwards helped him to finally accept the truth of his feelings. When Daphne forced that humiliating apology out of him, it excited him far more than he ever thought possible. So instead of resisting and fighting like most men would, he had completely given in and accepted Daphne's power over him. She was completely irresistible and he surrendered.
And the day did not end there...
Six days ago.
After their angry and passionate make out session, Harry and Daphne practically fell down on the couch in exhaustion. They both wanted things to progress further but neither felt the time was quite right yet.
"Mmm... what are you thinking right now?" Daphne purred as he spooned her and gently stroked her body.
"Just what an utter and complete fool I have been," Harry answered, not stopping his wandering hands. Before Daphne could ask what he meant, he added. "I mean for never noticing you before."
It was one of the greater mysteries of Harry's life. For six years, he apparently managed to just walk by past a girl like Daphne Greengrass and not give her a second glance. Even accounting for the purposefully unflattering school robes and his automatic distrust of anything Slytherin, it seemed strange to him. It made him wonder if he could possibly be swinging the other way. But as his hand roamed Daphne's upper leg covered in the form fitting black tights, he had to face the reality – he was definitely not gay.
"Oh," the girl said intelligently before she entwined her fingers with Harry's hand which was now massaging her belly. "You don't have to feel bad about that... a mild notice-me-not charm applied every morning," she told him, causing Harry to briefly freeze in surprise.
"You're serious? Why would you do that?" he asked in disbelief, puzzled why she would want people not to notice her.
"A lot of the girls do it," she answered, pulling on his hand so that he would resume caressing her which he did. When he asked her why, she said, "Can you imagine how some of the classes would look if the boys were busy watching girls all the time instead of paying attention? Don't you think we have enough accidents as it is?"
Harry was surprised by that answer. He supposed there was something to it but he felt Daphne was exaggerating. "I think boys have better self-control than you think," he told her, prompting the girl to look at him coyly over her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she replied sarcastically but there was mischief in her gorgeous blue eyes. Then her right hand went into his lap and she felt the bulge within his pants. "Daphne!" he gasped as it involuntary swelled even more under her touch.
Now, it's not like Harry was embarrassed about that. He had a raging hard-on ever since he gave in and allowed the blonde girl to force him to his knees. Then he spent five minutes kissing her like there was no tomorrow. And now the same irresistible blonde was practically sitting in his lap and feeling up his cock!
What else was he supposed to have except the biggest and most frustrated erection of his life?
"What's the matter, Mr. Better self-control?" Daphne mocked his earlier words. And then she went and did something so unbelievably evil that Harry did not think even she was capable of it – she pushed herself further into his lap which resulted into his cock becoming trapped between her ass and his belly. "I- I think," Harry gasped as he felt her bounce her ass against him, "I think I see your point."
"Mmm, I bet you do," she replied smugly as she felt him throb against her. The dress she wore was so thin that she must have felt it. "It's just that... I don't think you should h- have to hide who you are on someone else's account," he then told her in shaky voice. "It's not fair."
It was Daphne who froze this time at his words. "That's really sweet, Harry," she said even as she shifted in his lap and allowed him a little bit of literal breathing space. Harry was both relieved and saddened by it. Relieved because he was about to loose it in his pants and saddened because having Daphne Greengrass rub her ass against him was without a doubt the most intense erotic experience of his life.
"But I think we already established that life isn't fair," she then told him even as she relaxed in his arms and entwined her fingers again with his. She enjoyed the contact for a moment before her finger inevitably brushed over his scar – I must not tell lies. Daphne gently rubbed it with her thumb.
"Does it bother you?" Harry asked her as he saw her frown unhappily and felt her becoming tense in his arms. Earlier, he had told her the story of how he acquired that particular scar. Needless to say that the pureblood girl was not amused by it. She was in fact absolutely furious.
"Dolores Umbridge is supposed to be my vassal and yet she did this to you. What do you think?!" the girl said lividly before relaxing in his arms again. "And I know it bothers you... a lot. So yes, it bothers me as well," she told him gently before ending with a promise, "And I am going to fix it."
"How?" he asked her curiously, not doubting the sincerity of Daphne's words but honestly wondering how she planned to do that. After all, Madam Pomfrey previously tried to heal the scar but couldn't. Something about it being caused by dark magic, making her unable to remove it.
"Leave that to me," Daphne replied. "I will find a way to heal it. And I will also be having a word with Dolores... nobody damages my property," she said possessively while grasping tightly Harry's hand that has been stroking her body again.
Harry felt and saw her magic flare at her declaration. "Oh? So I am your property now," he said and chuckled.
Daphne shifted in his arms and turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Are you saying that you are not?" she quickly asked him, her blue eyes pinning him with her merciless gaze. She also gave him a languid flex, her ass stroking his erection through his clothes. The magic within Daphne was now literally grasping at his own and Harry now knew what that meant – excitement. He knew because in that moment, his excitement was causing the same, their powers locked in some primordial battle for dominance. "Wouldn't dream of it, my lady," Harry whispered huskily as he gave her a quick peck on her lips.
"Good. Because I won't be gainsaid by a halfblood who's nothing more than my property, Harry," the blonde said with a deeply satisfied smirk that made Harry's blood boil with lust. At this point, her outrageous words only served to excite him more and more. It also ended the primordial battle between them as he felt his magic decisively surrendering to hers. Harry did not think the order to do so even originated in his brain. It was all just a pure instinct. Daphne Greengrass was irresistible to him – physically, mentally and magically.
And there was nothing else for him to do. Nothing but letting his scarred hand cup her breast through her dress. Daphne gasped and rewarded him with more flexes of her amazing ass against his trapped cock. She whipped her head around wildly, her golden locks tickling his face and making Harry take a deep breath. He simply adored her hair.
"Mmm. Though I have to say that your kind makes for an excellent massage chair," Daphne practically purred the words as she continued to wiggle in his lap. "I believe every pureblood girl should have one," she said and laughed.
Under her ministrations and her incessant teasing, Harry was becoming taut like steel cable. He knew that unless she lets up, he was going to embarrass himself by coming in his own pants. But still he could not resist her game, could not resist indulging her. He did not want to resist her. Harry swallowed hard, took a deep steadying breath and said, "Well, not every pureblood girl can."
"Yes, so very true," Daphne agreed happily, relishing in his attention as he adoringly kissed the nape of her neck. "I suppose there is not enough of you to go around," Daphne said philosophically before pushing herself even more into his lap, followed by using her ass to rapidly stroke his trapped cock. "Especially since this chair is already mine!"
Harry was completely lost after that. "Daphne! You're going to make me... oh, god," Harry gasped as he felt himself pass the point of no return. He clutched her body close to his, burying his face in her hair as her stroking ass finished him off for good.
Many things happened at once. He heard Daphne groan happily right before his mind exploded with the pleasure of orgasm. But it was unlike any he ever experienced. The world seemed to melt away and just for a moment, there were only the two of them – a man and a woman. And perhaps more importantly, a wizard and a witch.
The tension between their magics which has always been there and which has been growing more and more unbearable finally went away as they collided. It was like some magical floodgates were opened with his orgasm, allowing his magic and his very essence to surge into Daphne. Although he felt he was giving up a part of himself, it felt absolutely correct and was the best feeling Harry has ever experienced. Finally, he was happy in all the sense of the word.
And it was over far too soon...
"Yes!" he heard Daphne cry and his world slowly came back into focus. He realized he was practically passed out on the couch and that the girl flipped over to straddle him.
"W-what happened?" he gasped.
The blonde smirked. "A taste of the things to come, Harry... you just gave me a part of your magic," she purred happily while teasingly stroking his face with her finger. She laughed when she saw his worried expression. "Oh come on, I explained what happens between wizard and a witch when they have sex."
"But we didn't... I mean not really," Harry insisted, mindful of the sticky feeling in his pants.
Daphne waved her wand over him and the uncomfortable feeling disappeared. "I know we didn't but magic only cares about intent," she said with her eyes closed, still savouring the feeling. Harry could literally see that. Her magical aura was brighter than before. "Still, this confirms we are magically compatible... extremely so in fact.
"Just imagine what it would feel like if... No. When we do this properly," she whispered her promise, her hot breath on his face.
It almost made Harry's heart stop.
Present.
Harry Potter stared stupidly ahead as he daydreamed about that evening. In a way, the encounter made everything more complicated but he also never felt so clearheaded in his life. It was like everything finally came into focus and a lot of the things he has been struggling with became obvious.
First of all, he completely and undeniably belonged to Daphne Greengrass. Back during that evening, when he gave her a part of his magic... he would have done literally everything for her in that moment had she asked. And he would have been happy about it too. He knew Daphne sensed it as well and the fact she chose not to abuse his vulnerability endeared her even more to him.
But that was not all. Or at least Harry did not want that to be the end of it. While he was happy belonging to Daphne, he also wanted the girl to belong to him. She might be a pureblood supremacist, an evil woman, a Slytherin... but Harry did not care anymore.
He wanted Daphne to be his girlfriend and a lover.
It's what he wanted more than anything and after everything he has been through to reach this point, Harry felt like he earned the right to be at least a little selfish.