Daphne Greengrass was standing by a small lake located in the middle of the summer garden. Its surface was dotted with water plants and like everything else in the garden they were blooming in the eternal summer. Normally, the girl would admire the beautiful place. In the past, it often served to replenish her mental energy. But today, she paid the flowers no heed. Instead, she was apathetically gazing over to the other shore and softly crying.
Few minutes ago, she ran away from Harry Potter after he tried to officially start a relationship with her. It was all she wanted for some time now. But in the end, she just could not do it.
'Merlin… how did this happen?' the pureblood witch lamented inside.
The day before yesterday, Harry asked that they spend an evening together – he asked her out on a date. Although she was pleased by the idea, at first it seemed like an indulgence they could not afford. After all, they still had a war to fight. But then she figured that not much more could be done until she would speak with the Malfoys and that was still yet to be arranged. And so she decided to follow her heart and agreed to go on a date with Harry.
Technically, she supposed it was to be her first real date as in the past she was either not interested in the boys she went out with or more rarely, they were not interested in her. Her past dates were all set up by her parents and were just something she had to do to satisfy her social obligations as the Greengrass heiress. But now she was finally going out with a boy she wanted and who wanted her! Naturally, she was quite nervous, especially since she did not know what Harry was planning. However, she knew they would not be leaving Greengrass manor and the surrounding lands so it gave her at least something to go on.
So while Harry made preparations for their date, she prepared herself. She wanted everything to be perfect – her dress, hairstyle, even her perfume…and given Harry's expression, she was pleased to know she succeeded in taking his breath away. And he was not the only one. What Harry prepared for them was amazing and one of the most pleasant experiences of her life. The location, the dinner, the gift… it was all perfect. The conversation and laughter they shared made her realize how deeply the boy cared about her and how much she cared about him in return.
Which was the reason why, when he finally asked for them to be together, she could not say yes, despite very much wanting to.
Harry Potter was perfect for her. He was the culmination of all the hopes she had for her future husband. He was kind, powerful and willing to listen to her. Daphne also could not ignore the fact that by being with him, she would be dealing the mudbloods and blood traitors a massive blow. It made her smile imagining how the faces of all those cretins would look after finding out that their savior would be marrying a pureblood traditionalist and lending her all his political clout.
But what exactly did she bring to Harry? What did Daphne Greengrass mean for his future besides self-loathing, sense of betrayal, and humiliation? Even if her sister was correct and Harry on some level craved the last one from her, she still could not stomach the idea of one day being the cause for his suffering. The idea of Harry resenting and hating her somewhere down the line was not acceptable.
She knew her grandfather would condemn her for such a thought but she could honestly say that she would rather have Harry Potter as a powerful political enemy than a cowed husband who silently regrets the day he married her – an empty shell that has no choice but to watch as his wife slowly destroys everything he believes in.
She lowered her head as she cried. 'This is how it must be…' she told herself for the hundredth time but was no closer to convincing herself than the first. She continued to wallow in her misery until she suddenly heard a voice from behind her.
"Daphne..."
She startled and quickly turned around, her blonde her flipping in the air as she did. She saw Harry Potter standing in front of her. The boy must have followed her after she ran out on him and was now looking at her with concern and determination.
'I did not even sense his approach,' Daphne thought with dismay. Her magical instincts should have warned her there was someone coming at her from behind. The fact they didn't meant her magic became completely accustomed to Harry's. She no longer considered him a threat at all. Not for the first time did she wonder just what Harry Potter did to her.
And why the hell was he still looking at her with that infuriatingly caring expression?! She rejected him! He should be angry and blame her for it! 'Please don't care about me, Harry… it will make it so much easier for the both of us.'
"Daphne," he repeated as he stepped closer. "I think I deserve more of an explanation than this."
"You do," Daphne agreed and sighed. Of course, Harry was right. It was childish of her to run away as she did. She was not normally that melodramatic either. In fact, she often bristled at girls who behaved like that – drama queens, she called them. Once, while drinking at Three Broomsticks, she complained to Tracey about the overly emotional behavior of some of the couples present and her friend called her an ice queen in response. Luckily, the moniker never spread beyond that conversation.
"You didn't ask me to be your girlfriend, Harry," she began and before he could protest, she continued. "I am an heiress of House Greengrass. You know what situation I am in… that I need to be at least betrothed as soon as possible," she told him and looked him in the eyes. "But you knew this, right?" Daphne asked and when Harry nodded, she concluded, "So what you really asked me is to be… your wife."
Harry smiled as she vocalized that scenario and despite herself, she smiled too. "And would that be really so bad?" the boy asked as he stepped closer. "I have given this a lot of thought, Daphne. More than I ever gave anything else. I thought about what I want from my life and I think we want the same things so why not be together? Why on Earth would you think that I deserve better than you?" he said in disbelief. He stopped in front of her and stroked her arm before touching the necklace he gave her – the black jewel meant to be worn by lady of House Black. "Or do you think I wouldn't make a good husband?"
Daphne caught his hand and squeezed it. "You'd make a fantastic husband, Harry," she assured him as there was no question about that in her mind. "But have you thought about what it would mean if we were together? Have you considered the consequences?"
"What are you talking about? What consequences?" he asked as he shook his head in denial.
"Well, where to start," Daphne began, wondering how to best explain herself. Eventually, she said, "All of my closest relatives either assumed or still assume that I am seducing you so that I could use your fame and power for my own ends… and those are the people closest to me," she confessed to him and he blinked at her in surprise. She continued, "And while you have convinced Ron, I don't need to tell you how Granger will react when you tell her about us. Not to mention what the rest of Dumbledore's supporters will think of their champion being in a relationship with someone like me," she said with growing desperation.
"Screw what they think, they're wrong!" the boy immediately and passionately reacted which made Daphne smile and wish that it was really that simple. He grabbed both her shoulders and repeated forcefully. "They're wrong! Besides, since when do you care what others think of you?! You are lady Daphne Greengrass! You do not need to concern yourself with common rabble!" he said with total certainty and pride in his eyes.
Daphne smiled, pleased by how much he believed in her. But unfortunately, he was still not fully grasping what she feared the most. "I am not worried that they are wrong, Harry… I am worried that they are right. That perhaps subconsciously, I am indeed motivated by what you can provide me with. What if I really am tricking you and don't even know it? What if we're together and my actions end up bringing you nothing but pain!" she was starting to rumble now but she needed to speak the words. Ever since her talk with Astoria, she carried these fears inside her and they threatened to overwhelm her. It was good to finally let them out.
"W-what do you mean?" he said as his hands slowly fell away from her shoulders.
"Harry, you know who and what I am!" Daphne cried out and felt tears coming up again. "You know what I plan to do after the war. Just look at what had happened already. The things I had to do to Granger drove us apart and made us fight each other. It almost made you betray me!" she reminded him. They both still regretted what they did and said that day and vowed that it would never happen again. But would they be able to keep to those vows when Harry realizes just how far she intended to go?
Daphne sighed and said, "Look… what you need to understand is that I am not going to stop there with Hermione Granger," she told him. "I want all muggleborns to be under control! I want purebloods to lead our world, as they should. And I am going to make sure that they do. This is the very essence of what I believe in and I am not going to change that. Not even for you."
Harry's eyes fell as she spoke and he frowned, confirming to Daphne that he really was not fine with her future plans, just as she expected. But as she already learned earlier, it was not in Harry's nature to give up, not even when faced with insurmountable odds. "W- what Voldemort is doing right now… do you intend to continue with it?" he asked her slowly with a strange expression.
"No," Daphne replied immediately. "The murders, the torture, the rapes… those will all stop. As will everything else that insane monster did to pervert our philosophy," she assured him. "Muggleborns who submit to us will be shown nothing but love and respect."
Harry swallowed heavily before asking the obvious question. "And what about those who don't?" he asked, no doubt thinking of his friend.
"We will try our very best to change their mind," Daphne answered carefully, feeling like Harry's green eyes were staring right into her soul. "And failing that, there will be legal measures to encourage them to willingly do the right thing, starting with fines and tax penalties. Only the most severe and dangerous cases would be dealt more harshly. And only as the very last resort," she explained.
Daphne realized that she probably just destroyed any chances she had with Harry. But she wanted to be honest with him. It would not serve either of them to keep this a secret from him only to learn of her plans years later.
Harry took few steps back, turned away from her and looked silently over the lake. He rubbed his forehead and hair with his hand. Eventually, he turned back and said with heavy tone, "To be perfectly honest, I can't say I am okay with any of that, Daphne," he said and she nodded in acceptance and was about to tell him she understands.
However, Harry had more to say, "But it still doesn't mean we could not make it work," he told her slowly and unconvincingly. "And I am not asking you to change, Daphne! There has to be a way… there has to be," he said wistfully, a look of desperate denial plain on his face.
"Is there?" Daphne asked sadly and then said. "I suppose you could try and stay neutral and not care about my political activities at all. But honestly, if you were my husband, then I really would like your support. So what would you do if one day I asked you to endorse my proposals publically? Can you honestly say you would be fine with that?"
Harry turned to look out at the lake again for a moment as he seemingly pondered the answer to her question. Finally, he lowered his head and Daphne seemed to have received his answer. "So what exactly does this mean for us? We just go our separate ways?" he asked her and it was painfully clear on his face that he didn't want that. That he in fact wanted everything but that. She didn't want it either but she saw no other way.
"I am still going to help you fight and win this war," Daphne immediately assured him. "But after the war… yes, I think this is how it must be," she said and broke both their hearts.
A cold silence settled between the two of them. Harry's presence always brightened her day but now there was only the sense of hopelessness and longing hanging in the air. A pleasant dream rapidly evaporating into the harsh wakeful reality.
"Perhaps you are right," Harry finally admitted as his face hardened. "I can see now why we really wouldn't fit together."
His words hurt Daphne more than she cared to admit. But isn't this what she wanted him to accept? To recognize that they were both from two different worlds that could not be reconciled without one of them ending up hurt? "I am glad you can see it my way," she said reluctantly and with a very forced smile.
Harry nodded. "Of course. It's sort of obvious if I really stop to think about it," he said and then added. "You are a coward, Daphne. And I can't… I shouldn't be with a coward."
If she thought that Harry's previous words have hurt her, then this latest statement made her heart stop and her blood curdle at the same time. She was rendered utterly speechless and just stared at the boy for what seemed like minutes. Meanwhile, he continued to look at her with a serene expression as if he just dispensed some great revelation. "W-what?" the blonde finally snapped and continued with a mounting anger. "What are you saying?!"
"Isn't it obvious?" the black haired boy said in a tone like he was admonishing a small child, angering her even more. "You can see how well we fit together… you can see all that we could achieve as a couple. But instead of embracing it, you are running away," he explained in a calm voice. "So yes, you are a coward Daphne Greengrass. You are a coward like all purebloods."
When he finished his speech, Daphne saw red. "You dare!" she spat as she stepped closer and projected all the might into the two words as she could muster. She simply could not believe it! Harry has always been so biddable. Mindful of his place and always letting her be in charge as befitted her superior blood status. When they were together, she didn't even need to pressure him as he did it almost instinctively. Such behavior was rare and very commendable among those of lower blood status and Daphne appreciated it greatly. It's one of the things that made him so perfect in her eyes – Harry not only knew his place, he also loved it. A true jewel among the boys she met in her life.
And now the same agreeable boy was accusing her of being a coward. Worse, he was besmirching honor of all purebloods – of his superiors! A myriad of punishments flashed through her mind that would be appropriate for what he just had a nerve to say to her. And if she could sense anything in that moment beyond her anger, she would have realized how flushed those thoughts made her.
"Halfblood filth! I should have you flogged for what you just said!" Daphne exploded angrily as she gazed into his haunting and infuriatingly enchanting green eyes. "You think I am a complete moron? You think I don't know what you are doing right now?!"
"Do you?" he asked in smug voice. There was a hint of trepidation in his voice but compared to Daphne's fury, he sounded completely calm.
"YES! You are trying to make me not care a squat that I might make you miserable and just do what I want! You are trying to provoke me into punishing you!" Daphne said in annoyance. "Which you will probably enjoy!" she cried in exasperation and added in her mind. 'And which I will enjoy too…'
Harry leaned closer to her and asked. "And is it working?" he whispered with a knowing smile.
"No… yes! I don't know!" Daphne answered rapidly. She then sighed tiredly and placed her hands on Harry's chest. "Please don't do this, Harry. Don't make this even more difficult," she pleaded as she looked into his eyes. "Can't you see that I am trying to do what's best for you too? That I am trying to protect you?!"
As soon as she said those words, a shadow fell over Harry's face and his teasing smile disappeared completely. It was the first time today that he looked truly furious with her. Her hands on his chest fell away in concern. "Harry?" she asked, not understanding what just happened.
"Don't… just don't," he replied in cold voice as he took a step back. "Don't try to do what's best for me! Don't try to protect me!" he answered rapidly before closing his eyes and taking a deep calming breath. When he opened them, he looked strangely sorrowful and broken in a way that Daphne has never seen him before. "People have been doing that to me all my life," Harry told her quietly and she sensed some great emotional floodgate open within Harry.
"My whole bloody life was someone protecting me or doing what's best for me," he told her. "I am grateful for that but it also means that when I look at my life, I don't see anything of me in it. Everything that I am today is someone else's doing… someone else's choice. The person I am is not someone I chose to become," he said and looked at Daphne. "For once in my life. I would like to make that choice on my own," he said and looked at her meaningfully. "I admit that I hardly know what love is," he whispered to her as their eyes met. "But I think, I think-" he stuttered until his voice failed him completely.
Then he fell silent and Daphne could not help but stare at him in wonder. She supposed that there was no end to the mystery that was Harry Potter but she was certain that an important part of it was just revealed to her. She finally understood something about Harry that anybody else, even his friends, either failed to see completely or at least appreciate its severity.
Daphne surged forward and grabbed his hand before pulling him towards a nearby bench positioned near the lake. He just let her, looking completely resigned. She made him sit down before joining him.
"Look at me, Harry," the blonde said and they leaned to their sides to look at one another. Their eyes met and she just knew for certain. Perhaps it was some passive legillimency she did on instinct that Harry did not even defend against anymore. But she just knew.
"You are completely sick of it, aren't you?" Daphne asked him. "Of being the boy-who-lived, I mean."
Harry looked at her and slowly nodded. After that, he said "The first thing I told Hagrid after learning that I am a wizard was that I am just Harry." He shook his head and laughed. "Seems like a lifetime ago… anyway, that was even before I learned what people made me out to be in my absence."
Daphne smiled sympathetically and touched his hand. "Do you blame the magical world for it?"
Harry shook his head. "Not really. I love magic and would not give it up for anything. But even then, on some level, I still want to be what I told Hagrid all that time ago – just Harry. Not someone's savior, a war leader, or a champion of the oppressed. I never asked for any of that… and I never asked to support a muggleborn revolution either. And yet for some reason, people automatically expect it of me without once… even once asking me what I want," he said and looked towards his shoes.
The blonde witch felt a great pang of guilt as she listened to his words and realized that she was among those people too. Despite all her claims of superiority, in the end she was the same arrogant presumptuous fool like all the other people in Harry's life. "Please go on, Harry," she encouraged him and he did.
"I always did what was asked of me because I felt it was my responsibility," Harry explained next. "But it never felt natural. More like I was simply acting out the roles people wanted me to play. I always strived for the best performance I could manage but it was never really me."
Daphne gently touched his cheek to bring his attention on her. "And you see a chance not to be those things with me?" she asked. Harry smiled and brushed her arm, his green eyes filled with hope. "With you Daphne, I am certain of it. I feel that I can finally give up all these roles that I never wanted and not seem like an irresponsible quitter. Because I know you actually want that power and will demand it from me. And because I believe you know much better what to do with it than I do," he told her and lovingly stroked her blonde hair with his fingers.
"I am not completely clueless, you know," Harry continued. "Even before you mentioned it, I understood that being with you would be a political victory for the purebloods. That even without meaning to, you will be using what I am for your benefit. That some of my friends might consider me a traitor for it. I understood all that and I am still choosing you… I am choosing you, Daphne," he assured her before saying seriously. "And don't you dare tell me that I can't make that choice or that it's not good for me. Because you don't know the real me… nobody does. Even I am not sure what the real me is."
"Oh Harry… I want to know the real you," Daphne whispered before crushing him in a hug. In that moment, she understood that being with her was perhaps the first thing Harry really chose for himself in his life. She also realized that she almost robbed him of it by doing to him the exact same thing others have done. Daphne could remember all those times she overheard Severus Snape and many others complaining about the boy-who-lived relishing his fame. How could so many people have misjudged this boy so completely?
And just like that, Harry had once again done the impossible and convinced her that maybe… just maybe there was a chance for them after all. Afterwards, they talked more and Daphne felt she learned more about Harry in those few minutes than in weeks before. In the end, she thought long and hard about everything he said before making a decision.
"Harry, to be perfectly honest, I am still terrified that you will end up resenting me later. I am afraid that one day, I am going to do something which makes you hate me," she said and just as he was about to protest, added. "But I now realize that this is more of a my problem… my insecurity… than yours. I am ready to face it now. I trust you and am willing to make that leap of faith if you are."
"You mean –"
Daphne nodded happily. "Yes, I want us to be together," she said and they hugged and exchanged kisses for a long time.
"I want that too. And if there is anything I can say or do to reassure you, I will," Harry told her at one point and it got her thinking. Was there something that could help them overcome the chasm between the worlds they grew up in?
One enormous advantage that she had over mudbloods like Granger was the two thousand years of magical legacy that she could fall back upon. It allowed her to quickly come up with solutions to many situations as there was an excellent chance one of her ancestors faced the same problem at one point, devised a magical solution for it, and described it in their journals. And as luck would have it, there was one magical solution that could be helpful for Harry and her, right at this moment. But was it the right thing to do?
"Daphne?" Harry asked in worry when he saw her biting her lip, deep in thought.
Finally, she said, "Actually, there is one option we might think about. I didn't consider it before but given how you feel and what you just told me… it could perhaps be ideal for us."
"What is it?" he asked eagerly.
"It might surprise you but this is not the first time when wizards or witches with very different political opinions would join House Greengrass," she explained in response. "Marrying their members to each other was once a popular way to resolve conflicts between magical families. Anyway, a ritual was designed to help make sure such marriages were happy… or at least bearable for the future spouses when they were taught to hate each other since they were children," she told him before finishing with, "It's sometimes called the soulmate ritual, although that is a very inaccurate description."
'Or rather a profoundly stupid one,' she thought. After all, it was not possible to actually merge two souls. In the past, wizards tried to do it in order to increase their power. The result of those experiments was the destruction of both souls in question and the creation of dementors.
"But we don't hate each other," Harry pointed out. "Do we really need it? What does the ritual do?" he asked agog, his eyes glowing with interest the same way they always did when he had a chance to learn new magic. Daphne always admired that curiosity and enjoyed the fact Harry loved magic… all magic… as much as she did.
"Most marriages that turn miserable do so because husband and wife do not appreciate each other's points of view, Harry," she told him. "A lack of empathy, you might say. The ritual creates a connection between them and allows sharing each other's impressions and feelings," she explained. "In essence, it creates a shared conscience between the partners."
"So we would know each other's thoughts?" Harry asked with surprise and confusion.
Daphne shook her head. "That would be consciousness," she clarified. "And no, that's not how it works. Imagine if I would do something that would be considered distasteful according to your morals. After the ritual, not only would I be aware of it, I would also be able to understand your reasons for feeling that way."
"You'd really do that?" he asked her in astonishment. "But wouldn't that prevent you from doing what you have planned after the war? I told you I don't wish to change who you are and I meant it," Harry insisted.
"It wouldn't… but thank you for saying that," she told him with gratitude before explaining. "I would still have a choice and if necessary, the voice of one's conscience can be ignored. People do it all the time," Daphne said and took his hand.
"I want to understand you, Harry. The real you. And as much as I hate it, I accept you believe in equality for muggleborns. Personally, I don't think I would ever be able to embrace such notion… it goes against every fiber of my being," Daphne admitted. "But perhaps it would suffice for me to understand your reasons, even if they never become my own," she said thoughtfully before smiling. "And in return, you would get to understand why I believe in pureblood supremacy."
Harry smiled at her. "I wish to understand you too, Daphne, all of you," he told her. "I am still not fully clear on that ritual but it sounds kind of nice… and romantic, actually. I am surprised it's not done by couples all the time, or is it?" he wondered before asking, "Why didn't you suggest it before?"
"You can learn everything about it in the library, including written accounts of people who went through it. It's complicated and I don't pretend to be an expert," Daphne freely admitted. "As for why it's not being done more often… well, that's also sort of the reason why I haven't considered it until now," she said and sighed.
"What is it?" Harry asked. "What's the catch?"
"I told you that it was designed for marriage alliances with your enemies," she reminded him. "Well, a second aspect of the ritual is that it assures loyalty of the spouse to their new family," she explained and Harry raised an eyebrow. "You mean…" he asked the unspoken question and she nodded. "For one of the spouses, it makes acting against the interests of the other all but impossible. And the second aspect of the ritual cannot be separated from the first one."
"Meaning… if we do this, I'd be magically bound not to betray you… or even to follow your orders?" Harry summed up and smiled almost dreamily. "So what else is new?" he said and laughed.
Daphne giggled at his expression and then playfully swatted his hand. "Well, aren't you just a little presumptuous? It could as well be me, you know. The ritual can be designed to go either way," she reminded him but the exasperated look and raised eyebrow from Harry made it clear how likely he considered that scenario. "Okay, never mind," she said and laughed again.
Harry was silent for a while before he said, "Daphne… is my agreement to this ritual a condition of us being together?" he then asked, catching her completely by surprise. She looked at him with panic. "No, of course not!" she assured him. It was never her intention to make it sound like that.
"Ok, I just had to ask," he said and squeezed her hand.
Daphne let out a breath she was holding and said, "I would never force something like this on you, Harry. I only suggested it when you told me how you feel… and yes, I admit it would assuage many of the fears I have about… us," she admitted and Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it sounds kind of perfect, actually."
Daphne smiled. "No need to decide anything now," she said. "Just study about it in the library first. And whatever you decide, we'll take it from there."
"I will," he said and nodded in agreement even as they hugged again.
"Good," Daphne said after they separated. "Now that this is settled," she said and gestured to the ground in front of the bench before giving Harry a predatory look. "I am afraid I need you to get down there now."
"W-what?" Harry asked in confusion.
"You insulted purebloods," she reminded him. "You called us all cowards… and now you are going to pay for it."
"Daphne, I-" Harry stammered, no doubt about to apologize and explain himself for earlier. She just pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him before he could say more. "I know," she whispered gently. "Just play along… and stop if something makes you uncomfortable. Consider this as my deepest, sincerest apology for almost ruining the beautiful day we had," the gorgeous blonde told him in a husky voice and enjoyed as Harry's eyes slowly went wide.
"You mean-"
"I mean, get down on your fucking knees, halfblood! NOW!" Daphne suddenly barked as her countenance turned into one of haughty superiority. "I am going to put you to your place."
Harry Potter stared at her for a moment longer as he almost hyperventilated before saying, "Yes, my lady," and doing exactly as she asked. He unseated himself from the bench and went straight to his knees in front of her while Daphne remained seated cross-legged on the bench. She looked at him with supreme satisfaction before taking her wand out of her dress. But instead of pointing it at Harry, she aimed it at her shoes.
"Scourgify!" she called, removing any filth she might have accumulated during their walk through the garden. It was a necessary step for what she had in mind next as she certainly did not want Harry to get dirt into his mouth…
"Kiss my shoe," Daphne ordered and Harry was shaking as he leaned over and planted loving kisses on her black shoe dangling in front of his face. A pleasure swelled through her at the sight and at the feeling of Harry's lips touching the skin of her foot where the shoe did not cover it. The next words came completely naturally. "Lick it!" she ordered and Harry obeyed once more.
"That's right," Daphne declared as she got more and more excited. "This is a good position for your kind… cleaning shoes of your superiors!" Harry moaned something in response but it was unintelligible as he continued to lick her shoe as she told him. Daphne intently watched him as he worked. She could hardly believe her own eyes. Hardly believe that this was really happening – that she had the mighty Harry Potter on his knees and enthusiastically licking her shoe like an obedient bitch.
After a moment, she simply could no longer take it. "Enough!" she ordered and Harry stopped with obvious reluctance. He then looked at her, awaiting further instructions. This time, Daphne pointed her wand at herself and silently vanished her underclothes. Without breaking eye contact, she uncrossed her legs and flipped open the high slit on the skirt of her dress. As this was happening, Harry was still kneeling before her and watching what was happening with an open mouth and a trembling lower lip.
"Do you know what do to?" she asked him gently, temporarily stepping out of her role. It took a moment for Harry to register her question. When he did, he slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
"Then get to it!" she then ordered.
"Daphne-" he moaned as he quickly shuffled forward on his knees and towards her. Daphne grabbed him by his hair as soon as he was within her reach. "Do not call me by my name!" she snapped. "I am a pureblood and that makes you my property, my pretty little halfblood. I own you and you will address me as my lady or master!"
Technically, Daphne supposed it should be mistress but that word just made her feel like Harry was cheating with her on his wife. She scoffed at the very idea. Harry Potter was hers and only she will be his wife!
"Yes, master," the boy moaned as he leaned over. Daphne gasped as he started with several tingling kisses up her inner thighs before he hit the spot. "Yeees!" she hissed even as she enjoyed Harry's efforts.
It was obvious the boy never did something like this before and that was perfectly fine because neither did she. It actually made Daphne very happy that she had been the first to experience this with him and not that redheaded slut he used to date. In any case, Harry more than made up for any inexperience with his enthusiasm. With her hands she grasped his head under her dress and used it to guide him. She would tell him where to focus or when to go harder, something she also had to first discover for herself.
"Yes, more!" she moaned. "Wish – wish blood traitors and m– mudbloods could see their vaunted champion now," Daphne stuttered in a broken voice, taunting the wizard trapped between her thighs and partially hidden under her dress. "The boy-who-lived?!" she said mockingly. "More like the boy-who-licked! This is totally where you belong, halfblood… lapping at pureblood pussy!"
It was all cheesy as hell but her outrageous words did the trick as Harry moaned and increased his efforts, rapidly bringing her to orgasm. It was as much his tongue work as the thought of what was happening – Harry Potter, a dangerous and powerful wizard, was on his knees and licking her out like there was no tomorrow. He has chosen to submit and now he was hers!
It was with that thought that Daphne Greengrass grasped his head tightly with her thighs and pulled on his raven hair, screaming as she came right into his face.
"Now… I think we adequately established the pureblood superiority here, wouldn't you say?" Daphne asked him mockingly after pushing him away, his hair disheveled and face bearing marks of where it just had been. She watched with deep satisfaction as Harry looked up at her with a dazed but deeply adoring expression. "Yes, my lady," he finally agreed.
Daphne rearranged her dress and then pointed at his lower body. "I suppose you would like me to do something about that?" she asked, referring to the bulge in Harry's pants. She extended her leg and rubbed it with the shoe that he had previously licked so well. She laughed as Harry whimpered in response and cried out. "Yes, p- please!"
"Oh? Would you like to put it inside me?" she asked coyly, temporarily stopping his heart at the thought. "Or perhaps to wrap my lips around it?" the blonde said as she made an exaggerated pout in his direction followed by another stroke of her foot.
"Yes! Please master!" he pleaded.
Daphne then lowered her leg. "Well tough luck!" she said and laughed. "You are a property of House Greengrass! You exist to satisfy me, not the other way around!"
Admittedly, her words, although fitting for the scenario they were playing, were the exact opposite of what Daphne wanted in that moment. Instead of denying Harry, she wanted to literally jump on his cock and make him hers once and for all! She also wanted to give herself fully to him and in doing so, return the favor he just did for her, truly apologize for today, and make a promise for the rest of their days to come.
But unfortunately, should they decide to go for the ritual, her virginity would have to remain intact for just a little longer… so with a supreme effort she managed to control herself.
"Tell you what," she said when she saw his disheartened expression. "Take it out… touch it with your hand," she commanded and Harry rapidly unzipped his pants, took his cock in his hand and then looked up at her eagerly.
"You will stroke yourself while kissing my feet at the same time," Daphne commanded next and the boy did not need to be told twice. He started by kissing her feet but after few kisses he grabbed one of her calves with his left hand while stroking his cock with his right. At the same time, he repeatedly planted his lips on her shin. "That's right… I want you to come while suckling on my leg!" she encouraged him, pleased at his initiative.
It wasn't long before Harry was shooting his seed onto the ground in front of Daphne's feet.
"Close your eyes," Daphne instructed him after Harry joined her back on the bench. She then pointed her wand at his face and cried "Scourgify!". Although she enjoyed the sight of Harry's face covered with the evidence of what they just did, it was a little unhygienic. She also proceeded to cast the spell on the rest of his body as well as herself.
"So… I take it you enjoyed this?" the pureblood girl asked him coyly. Instead of answering with words, Harry responded by grabbing her waist and leaning her down on the bench as they started to passionately make out.
"In the end, this was a good day," Daphne said as they stood at the edge of the lake and watched the sun set on its other side. They were holding hands and Daphne was leaning her head against his shoulder. "The best," Harry agreed wholeheartedly as he gently stroked her back.
They stayed like that, just staring ahead, until the last light of the day disappeared beyond the horizon and Daphne whispered, "Harry… I love you."
Harry Potter turned his head and kissed her hair as he held her close. "And I love you."