October 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Daphne - Did I Say That Out Loud?

AN: Hogwarts begins at 18. All characters are over the age of 18.

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The dungeons were full of Slytherins hurriedly making their way up to their first class of the day, but Daphne Greengrass strode confidently through the horde, fully expecting everyone to move out of her way. It was only natural, of course. At the top of the Hogwarts food chain, Daphne found herself as seductive, interesting, and utterly unapproachable.

Naturally, there was always a man at the start of each year who tried to make a move on her, but she always shot him down.

A sharp wolf-whistle carried from down the corridor.

“Looking sharp there, Daphne,” her annoying sister, Astoria, called out loudly.

At once, dozens of eyes landed upon her, and Daphne had half a mind to turn around and hex that little brat. She sufficed herself with turning her head just enough to see Astoria out of the corner of her eye and shooting her a withering glare, but Astoria seemed utterly unfazed by it. Even as other students parted around her, she merely smiled and skipped her way up towards Daphne.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep that up,” Astoria chirped as she reached Daphne’s side.

“And that is your concern because…?” Daphne raised an eyebrow at her.

“Because I want you out of the house,” Astoria replied instantly. “You don’t know how hard it is trying to bring a guy over when he knows that you’re right across the hall from my bedroom.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. Astoria had plenty of male suitors vying for her attraction, and unlike Daphne, she wasn’t so eager to shoot them down.

“We’ve got months until summer comes back around,” Daphne pointed out. “And I haven’t even seen you trying to bring anyone over earlier this summer.”

“That’s because I don’t want them to deal with your annoyed face every time they try to kiss me,” Astoria snapped back instantly. “Don’t forget how you reacted when I was in Hogsmeade with Colin Creevey—”

Daphne groaned loudly. “Please don’t remind me about him.”

“What?” Astoria exclaimed. “He was sweet.”

“And he kept trying to take pictures of the two of you together on your date,” Daphne reminded her.

“Maybe he was a bit awkward and not the perfect wizard you expect me to date,” Astoria pouted. “But he was still fun to be around.”

“Then why aren’t you still dating him?” Daphne countered.

Now it was Astoria’s turn to roll her eyes. “You know why, Daph. As much as I liked him, doing seductive poses for his portfolio was a bit much.”

“I’ll say,” Daphne snorted.

“This isn’t even about me,” Astoria said. “This is about you finally finding a beau to keep you busy so that you can stop worrying after me.”

“I’ll never stop worrying after you,” Daphne replied sincerely.

“And I’ll be thanking you for that until the day I day,” Astoria said somewhat sarcastically and somewhat sincerely. “But you need to have your own life too. Besides me and Tracey, you barely spend time with anyone. And you have so many boys coming up to you that I just thought…”

“Thought what?” Daphne dreaded asking.

“That you might have finally dressed up for one of them,” Astoria finished.

With a loud huff, Daphne sent anyone lingering near them scurrying away. “Please. I dress for myself and no one else.”

“Right,” Astoria said, stretching out the word for as long as her breath would hold. “It’s just every day that you decide to do your makeup, wear your brand-new robes, and touch them up with styling charms—don’t act like I haven’t noticed them—on the first day of class of all days. My mistake.”

Astoria’s mocking tone did little to improve Daphne’s mood. Everything her sister did seemed to resolve around tormenting her.

“I don’t care what you think,” Daphne snapped back bitterly. “Hurry on to your class and leave me alone. I’d rather not spend the rest of the day bickering with you now that I’m finally free of spending every day with you.”

She regretted her words almost instantly when she saw the look of hurt come across Astoria’s face.

“If that’s how you feel…” Astoria trailed off as she suddenly turned heel and stormed away.

“Astoria,” Daphne called out after her, but her sister was already gone.

Cursing herself, Daphne travelled the dungeons in a solemn silence. Why did she always have to fight with her sister like this? Why couldn’t she just let things be?

It wasn’t an easy answer, but it was something that Daphne had long thought about. In truth, she didn’t like to feel seen.

That was a complicated feeling to bring forth, but that didn’t discount how strongly she felt it. Daphne’s inner feelings were her own, and seeing anyone else unveil them so openly felt like a deep invasion of her privacy. Even her own sister picking out little things like how she dressed made Daphne utterly uncomfortable in her own skin.

On one hand, she wished that everyone would leave her alone and stop questioning her choices. On the other, there was a certain man who she hoped would notice everything and anything about her.

The door to the potions class was already open, which fuelled Daphne’s annoyance at her younger sister for making her late.

As she stepped through the threshold, the new professor welcomed her with open arms.

“Ah, Miss Greengrass,” Professor Slughorn announced with his arms stretched out widely. Everyone’s heads turned on a swivel to face her as she stepped inside. “Come in, come in. You’ve arrived fashionably late, a charming feature if I do say so myself.”

“Sorry, professor,” Daphne apologised quickly. “I was held up by my sister—”

“Astoria, isn’t that her name?” Slughorn asked her. “Brilliant mind. I had her in class yesterday, and she was the first to identify the jar of dried belladonna and the use of jewelweed in the Pepperup Potion. She’ll excel in her N.E.W.T.s if she keeps up her skills.

“Now, having been late, you’ve missed my introductory words to the class. No matter. What is important to know is that I believe in the value of distributing knowledge wherever it may be found. As such, I have paired all of you up with those who you might not have worked with in the past. You will complete your potions in pairs and—”

Slughorn’s words trailed off in Daphne’s mind as she quickly scanned the room. There weren’t many N.E.W.T. students left in potions. Out of the eleven others beside herself, virtually all of them were already standing at a table with their partner. Draco was standing beside Ernie, Padma was with Blaise, Hermione was shying away from Terry, Pansy was next to Morag, and Ron was looking nervous alongside Terry. That just left…

“Harry here will be your partner,” Slughorn declared magnanimously with a bright smile on his lips.

Harry looked like he’d just swallowed one of the Weasley twins’ latest products as his eyes widened in what Daphne registered as fear. Her own heart rate quickened the moment she locked eyes on him, but she wouldn’t let anyone see her nervousness. She strode confidently down between the tables until she reached hers and Harry’s, where she deposited her bag and stood tall, waiting for Slughorn’s next instructions.

“Wonderful,” Slughorn clasped his hands together. “Now that we’re all together, all of you will be performing a small contest for me. It is something that I used to run back when I taught at Hogwarts some years ago, and I have missed it terribly. Can anyone identify what potion is in this vial?” He asked as he held up a tiny glass vial that was filled with a liquid that was the colour of molten gold. As it swirled and splashed around, it shimmered beautifully in the candlelight.

Half of the class leapt eagerly at the chance to answer the very first question of the class, but as each of them examined the vial further, none of them were able to come up with the answer. Except for one of them.

“That’s Felix Felicis,” Hermione answered excitedly.

“Very good, Miss Granger,” Slughorn grinned. “It is indeed Felix Felicis, a potion that will allow all of your endeavours to succeed as long as the potion remains active. Think of it as good luck in a bottle. This is a prize that I am offering to all of you today. To the pair who prepares a perfect batch of Draught of Living Death, they will receive a vial with twelve hours worth of Felix Felicis. Shared between the two of them, it will offer half of a perfect day. Off you go now. The instructions are on the chalkboard.”

With a wave of his wand, a series of long, complicated instructions suddenly appeared upon the chalkboard at the front of the classroom.

Knowing that the vapours of various potions would soon fill and obscure the classroom, Daphne dutifully jotted down every instruction that Slughorn had placed for them. In the meantime, Harry was busy looking in their textbook.

Simply standing next to him was making Daphne feel unsteady upon her feet. It’d been a year, seven months, and nineteen days since she’d last stood next to Harry Potter, and, well, it was doing her head in something fierce.

It didn’t matter what Draco said, Daphne still found Harry to be unbelievably handsome and attractive. As much as she hated the sport, she never missed a Quidditch game when he was playing in it. Of course, she had to attend all of the Slytherin Quidditch matches as well so as to not arouse suspicion, but that was a small price to pay in order to watch Harry soar through the skies.

While all of the men at Hogwarts ogled her, Daphne only had eyes for Harry. She watched him every opportunity that she could. Whether that came when he was stuck in the library, thanks to the most brilliant Hermione Granger, or traversing the fields down to Hagrid’s Hut, Harry was always within her periphery. He was just so handsome, and while he didn’t have the intellect that Hermione did, he was far from stupid. In fact, from what she’d seen and heard of his test results, he was quite brilliant.

The lavender-scented washing liquid that the house-elves used on everyone’s clothes even smelt unusually wonderful on him. Daphne breathed it in deeply, loving how the scent mingled with his own natural musk. She was so lost in fact that she didn’t even hear him speaking her name the first time.

“Daphne? Err… Daphne?”

Daphne snapped to, suddenly twisting awkwardly and nearly knocking their cauldron off of the flame. When had that gotten there? Harry must’ve…

“Sorry, busy morning,” Daphne blurted out like a nervous first year. Honestly, she was twenty already. This was ridiculous. Why was she acting so nervous? Even if she did have this absolute hunk of a man standing before her with his handsome smile and those cute glasses and his messy hair and his strong grip as he pulled her hands away—

Wait, was he holding her hands?

Daphne was on the verge of going giddy with excitement when Harry chuckled nervously. “Be careful with that knife in your hand. You were pointing it at me, and, well…”

Fuck.

Daphne looked down to find that she’d already opened up her potion’s kit and taken out her knife that she used to chop ingredients with. They didn’t even have anything before them yet.

“Sorry, I—” Daphne tried to apologise, but Harry was already waving her off.

“No worries—” he said quickly.

Great, he must think that she was a freak, Daphne thought to herself.

“—I can go get the ingredients. You look like you’re ready to cut them up,” Harry chuckled nervously.

“That’s right,” Daphne laughed, raising the knife.

Merlin, she must’ve looked like a murderer.

Daphne lowered the knife the second that Harry’s nervous smile disappeared from sight as he turned around to go collect their ingredients. In those few moments that she had, Daphne sucked in several deep breaths.

Calm yourself! She shouted within her mind. Everything’s fine. Everything will be fine. So what if Harry Potter of all people is stood next to you and is your potion’s partner for the rest of the year? He can handle himself, and he’ll listen to what you have to say. Maybe you can even talk to him outside of class and maybe end up spending some one-on-one time with him where you can finally let him know how you really feel and—

If she had enough food in her stomach, Daphne would’ve thrown up.

The thought of admitting any of her feelings to Harry was challenging enough, let alone letting him know just how much she fancied him.

Breathe. She had to breathe.

If she could make it through their class today, maybe the rest of the year wouldn’t be so bad. She’d just have to deal with Harry Potter’s stupid, wild, handsome, glorious face every single day until they finished out the year. That wouldn’t be the worst thing that she’d have to experience, right?

Daphne let out a loud groan and buried her face in her hands.

Yes, it would be the worst thing ever. All she wanted was to hold Harry close to her and kiss his plump lips and—

“What was that?”

Daphne shot up straight, her spine cracking as it straightened out. Harry had returned with their ingredients and was looking at her with a curious expression.

“Huh?” Was all that Daphne could muster.

“I asked what was that,” Harry repeated as he began organising their ingredients. His hands were a trembling mess as he knocked over countless jars, but at least he was making an attempt. “You were muttering something.”

“No I wasn’t,” Daphne defended herself immediately.

Rather than retort with something clever or witty as most of her housemates would, Harry merely shot her a strange look. “Okay,” he agreed weakly. “I have the infusion of wormwood over here. Should we get started on the potion?”

Daphne snatched it off of the table and hastily poured it into the cauldron just as the instructions called for. It was much easier ignoring Harry when she had the potion in front of her to focus on.

The classroom quickly filled up with thick steam as everyone’s potions began to boil away, obscuring the chalkboard from sight. Students kept having to leave their partners’ sides to run up and read over the next steps, but Daphne’s parchment had everything they needed. She positioned it right in between herself and Harry, and the two of them worked smoothly to continue preparing their ingredients as their potion smoothly developed through the expected stages.

Just as Daphne prepared to cut open a Sopophorous Bean, Harry reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. Her breath hitched in her chest as she suddenly looked up at him.

“Try crushing the bean with the flat of the blade,” Harry suggested nervously. “I… err… it should get more juices out.”

He let go of her wrist then, and Daphne instantly missed his touch.

Even though Slughorn’s own instructions said to cut the bean, Daphne chose to trust Harry. It was only because it was him that she did; anyone else suggesting an alteration to her would’ve been met with a withering glare and a stern refusal.

As she crushed the bean with the flat of the blade, the flesh cracked and splintered, and a rush of juice spilt out from it. Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise at just how much came out and swiftly scooped it up and dumped it into their cauldron.

Harry kept chiming in with more suggestions every couple of steps, and Daphne was astounded to see their potion turning into the most pale shade of pink that she had ever seen.

When Slughorn announced the end of class, there was only one clear choice of victor.

“Harry and Daphne have managed to create a perfect Draught of Living Death. I daresay that you’d struggle to find a potion master here in Britain who could claim to produce a better sample,” Slughorn announced gleefully. “I will be looking forward to seeing what else the two of you are able to produce throughout the year, but right now I think it’s time for your reward.”

Two small vials, each halfway full with Felix Felicis, were handed over to them.

“Guess we make a good pair,” Harry chuckled as he held up the vial to the light.

Indeed they did. And Daphne knew exactly what she wanted to use this potion for.

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With each potion class that passed, Daphne found herself growing more and more flustered by every little thing that Harry did. It was ridiculous; she was twenty, not twelve. Even the men she’d slightly fancied hadn’t been able to do this to her. She’d always maintained her cold, confident composure. The bold, overly-confident men who’d tried to approach her were always shot down by her scathing tongue. No man was able to bypass her barriers.

None except for Harry.

It didn’t help that he seemed to be getting cuter with each week that went by. His messy hair and sharp jawline were hard to drag her eyes away from, and he’d lost much of that early nervousness that’d plagued their first couple of classes. He’d talk to her about random things while they worked and didn’t necessarily expect any reply from her. Of course, he didn’t know that was because she was now too nervous to reply to him.

He was on the Quidditch pitch today with his broom in hand and a notebook in the other. Daphne figured that he was going over Quidditch plays for his team to perform.

There were only a few other students lingering nearby. Most were over by the Black Lake while the rest were lingering along the gentle hills that surrounded the castle. The pitch was otherwise completely private.

Daphne couldn’t say exactly how long she lingered for, hiding just within one of the tunnels that led out onto the pitch. It was dark there, helping her to blend in so that Harry couldn’t quite see her. She was clutching the vial of Felix Felicis close to her chest, ready to put her plan into place.

For years now, Daphne had admired Harry from afar, and that felt like far too long of a time to have waited. Now that they were partners in their potions class, enough rapport had been built up that it felt like the perfect time to try to approach him with her feelings. But she was just so damned nervous that she couldn’t risk saying the wrong thing. That was where her liquid luck came into play. It’d help her find exactly the right words to express what she wanted to say, and hopefully Harry would be in a good-enough mood to be receptive to them.

Daphne raised the vial and cringed at how badly her hands were shaking. She was Daphne Greengrass damn it! She could do this!

“What are you doing?” Came her sister’s all-too innocent voice behind her.

Daphne leapt in fright, nearly dropping the vial from her hands. She rounded on her sister’s grinning face with a hissed curse.

“Get the hell out of here,” Daphne whispered to her. “Merlin, why did you have to come to the same school as me? I miss the days when you were trying to talk mum and dad into letting you go to Beauxbatons.”

“You should be thankful that I didn’t,” Astoria beamed. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here to help you out with your little crush.”

Astoria reached up to pinch Daphne’s cheek, but she batted away her hand.

“I don’t have a crush—”

“Sounds like someone’s in denial,” Astoria said in a sing-song voice.

Daphne shook her head. “Look, brat, you need to go somewhere else.”

“Okay then,” Astoria said with a devilish smirk. “I’ll just go over and talk to Harry.”

“No!” Daphne exclaimed a little too loudly. She slapped her hand over her mouth and glanced out at the pitch. Harry had his back to her, but he was clearly looking around for whoever had spoken. Grabbing Astoria’s arm, Daphne pulled both of them back behind a pillar. “You’re going to leave here right now and never speak to either of us for as long as you live.”

“Come on, Daph,” Astoria pouted. “I’m really trying to help you out here. You’ve been staring at him longingly in the halls—”

“I have not,” Daphne interrupted.

“—and you can barely form a sentence when he’s within a few metres of you,” Astoria continued as though she hadn’t heard Daphne speak up. “Do you really think that your Felix Felicis is going to help you out?”

“Of course it… how do you even know about that?” Daphne asked.

“Tracey told me,” Astoria shrugged. “Said that you were planning to waste it on something stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Daphne protested.

“Sure,” Astoria rolled her eyes. “Come on, do you really think that you need good luck when any man at Hogwarts would trip over themselves to take you out on a date?”

“Harry’s not like the other men,” Daphne muttered.

“Please. He can see that you’re fit. Flash a little skin at him and he won’t be able to pick his jaw up off of the floor,” Astoria argued.

“I don’t want a man who just likes me for my looks,” Daphne said.

“If he’s managed to put up with your frigid attitude for weeks in potions class, then I suspect he might not mind your personality,” Astoria replied. “Look, just put away the vial and go talk to him.”

Daphne stared down at the vial in her hand. “No, I need to make sure that this goes right.”

Astoria let out an extended exhale of frustration. “I knew I should’ve brought Tracey here to help out. If you’re not going to do this the easy way then—”

Suddenly, Astoria snatched the vial out of Daphne’s hand. She lunged after her sister as she danced away, spinning back out into the main part of the tunnel where she went sprinting down towards the pitch. Daphne nearly followed her out into the daylight, only to freeze at the exit when Harry turned around to face them. His eyes locked onto her, and she froze up in place, but Astoria just trotted right up to him with that stupid grin of hers and started chatting away with him.

Daphne cursed the fact that she was too far away to overhear whatever it was that Astoria was saying to him, but she could at least read his facial expressions. At first, he simply looked confused, but then some type of understanding dawned upon his face as he nodded along to Astoria’s words.

Why didn’t she just run forward and put a stop to whatever Astoria’s stupid plan was? Maybe it was because Harry kept glancing up at her and making her stomach full of butterflies.

But for all that was holding her back, her will had to be stronger!

Too long!

She’d waited too long!

She was going to march right up there and snog that man silly!

She was already halfway across the pitch before she realised what she was doing. Harry and Astoria had both stopped talking and were looking at her now.

“Good luck,” Astoria told Harry as she scurried off. She turned back to call out to Daphne. “I’ll give you your thing back once I’m sure you’ve stopped being an idiot!”

“What was that about?” Harry asked Daphne as she grew closer.

Daphne didn’t stop moving until her face was barely inches away from Harry’s, but when it came time to close in and seal the deal, she just couldn’t.

“Err, Daphne?” Harry said, his face filled with confusion. “Is everything alright? Your sister said you wanted to talk to me about something important. Does it have to do with potions or—”

“No,” Daphne interrupted him before he could keep speaking. Merlin, her nerves were a mess. “Look, Harry, you and I make a good pair, right?”

“I’d say so,” Harry nodded slowly. “You’re really good at keeping things under control when we’re brewing.”

Daphne wanted to growl in frustration. Why was it so hard to just say what she meant? She’d never exactly confessed her feelings to anyone before, but it never seemed this hard. She supposed that she felt some sympathy now for the nervous men who’d approached her in the past.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Daphne said, a bit sharper than she intended.

“Okay, sorry,” Harry said, taking half a step back. “What did you mean then?”

That I like you!

“You what?” Harry’s eyes went wide.

Did she say that part out loud?

Her words hung in their air between them. Harry looked like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Daphne was barely paying attention to him now. She couldn’t believe that she’d actually said that out loud. But now that she had, all of the nervousness that’d plagued her vanished from her body in an instant.

“That’s right,” Daphne nodded, gaining confidence by the second. “I like you, and I was hoping that we could go to Hogsmeade together. What do you say?”

Harry was still utterly frozen in place.

“Harry?” Daphne prompted him.

Suddenly, his hands were on her shoulders and their lips met in an electric connection that Daphne had only ever been able to dream of. She’d never kissed anyone on the lips before. She didn’t know exactly what she should be doing, so she did what felt natural. She melted into the kiss, holding onto his waist as he tipped her head back to deepen the kiss.

The moment passed by in a rush of emotions swirling up between the both of them, and when their lips finally parted, all they could do was stare lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you,” Harry said breathlessly.

Explosions rattled the air around them. Daphne fell to the ground as a shriek of fright escaped her lips while Harry whipped out his wand and did his best to try to shield her fallen form with his body. It took a moment before confetti finally rained down from above and a big, bold banner stretched out in the air overhead.

CONGRATS ON NOT BEING AN IDIOT ANYMORE

She was going to murder Astoria.

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“Honestly, Harry, just stick it in already,” Daphne huffed.

“I’m trying,” he stressed, reaching down between his legs. “It’s harder than it looks, and it's a real tight fit too.”

“Just hurry,” Daphne hissed. “She’ll be back any second.”

“Hold steady and I’ll do it. Okay. One… two… three.”

Harry pushed forward hard, and the long rod slotted into the tiny hole they’d made on the side of the Christmas cracker. As soon as it was in, Harry lifted it up out of his lap and handed it over to Daphne. She then subtly drew her wand and then turned back to face the rest of Slughorn’s Christmas party. His office was absolutely packed with important alumni, professors, and current students of his who’d made an impression on him. Naturally, the dynamic potion-making pair of Daphne and Harry were invited, as was the slightly younger girl who’d managed to learn a thing or two thanks to their help.

Astoria was over in the corner of the room giggling away on the arm of Jimmy Peakes, one of the Beaters on Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. He was a nice boy, according to Harry, so Daphne felt a little bad that he was about to get caught in the crossfire of all of this.

The small blue Christmas cracker sitting on the table next to Astoria was the one she’d picked up when she’d entered the party only moments ago. Everyone was about to open theirs in just a minute or two, but Astoria was going to be opening a different cracker.

A silently-cast Switching Spell swapped the two Christmas crackers without anyone else being the wiser.

“Are you sure she won’t get too mad about this?” Harry asked her.

“Probably not,” Daphne replied, uncaring either way. “Astoria has this coming. Don’t you remember that howler she sent me asking how polishing your broomstick was going?”

Harry snorted. “That was pretty funny.”

“Yeah, well, this will be too,” Daphne replied.

His arms wrapped around her waist as he came up behind her. “Speaking of polishing…”

Daphne playfully swatted at his hands. “After the party, remember. You promised Slughorn that we’d stick around afterwards to help clean up, didn’t you?”

“How about we sneak away for a bit in the middle of the party then?” Harry whispered into her ear. “I’ll do that special thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Daphne shivered with remembered delight. “You must want me something fierce if you’re this impatient.”

He pressed his crotch against her ass. His cock was hard and throbbing with need.

“Best not let anyone see that,” she told him.

“It’s hard not to with how gorgeous you are in that dress,” Harry growled lowly. “I can’t wait to tear it off of you.”

“You won’t be tearing off anything if we’re supposed to come back to the party afterwards,” Daphne pointed out. She spun around in his arms to face him. “You’ve convinced me. We’ll sneak out of here just after—”

“It’s time for everyone to open their Christmas crackers!” Slughorn announced loudly.

“Perfect timing,” Daphne grinned.

Daphne and Harry each raised their Christmas crackers like everyone else. There was a loud countdown from everyone in the room, and as the clock struck nine, everyone tugged on either end of their Christmas crackers. As they burst open, colourful sparks shot out overhead as treats, jokes, and paper crowns rained out everywhere. But there was one corner of the room where a multicoloured explosion of gas erupted.

Someone vanished away the gas, leaving behind the most beautiful sight that Daphne had ever seen. Astoria’s perfectly braided brown hair was suddenly changed to look like a rainbow had thrown up all over her. Every colour twisted and curled its way through her hair, leaving a ridiculous sight. What was even better though was the fact that her eyebrows had the exact same treatment.

Jimmy leapt back in surprise when he saw her face. As laughter rang throughout the room, Astoria conjured a hand mirror and took a good look at herself.

“DAPHNE!”

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Harry said.

The two of them ducked through the crowd, laughing as Astoria continued to shout Daphne’s name. Slughorn winked playfully at them as they passed by through the exit and out into the corridor.

They ran away, laughing as Astoria’s voice echoed behind them. Daphne knew that it’d only take her sister a minute or two to undo the careful charms that’d gone into sabotaging that Christmas cracker, but Astoria could be a bit of a hothead. Until she cooled down, she wouldn’t even think to undo those charms. That would buy Daphne and Harry precious minutes alone.

“Down here,” Daphne said, grabbing Harry’s wrist and pulling him along. For as much as this started as his idea, the fire in Daphne’s core was making her take charge.

Ever since they started dating, she and Harry had been practically attached at the hip. She liked to say that they were making up for lost time for never admitting her feelings to him until now, and Harry very much agreed with that. Naturally, they needed to find some private places to spend time together around the castle. The first spots they picked were close to each other’s common rooms, and since Slughorn’s office was up on the sixth floor, that made it easy to reach the spot by the Gryffindor common room.

Daphne found the familiar portrait of the old apple tree atop a distant hill and felt around the edge of it for the small hinge that sat there. She flicked it up with her nail, and the portrait swung inward, revealing one of their private rooms.

It must have been an old study room or something like that, because the room was not big enough to be a classroom nor small enough to be a storage room. A small window overlooked the Quidditch pitch while a pair of desks sat along the leftmost wall. To the right though was a wonderful featherbed that Harry’s friend Dobby had managed to procure for them.

Daphne shoved Harry down onto the bed and pounced on him as the portrait closed behind them. She pinned his hands above his head playfully and pressed her lips to his.

“That was brilliant,” Daphne said in between kisses. “She’s going to be furious with us.”

“Furious with you,” Harry corrected her. “I’ll say that you tricked me into it.”

“And how could I have managed that?”

“By offering to sleep with me,” Harry grinned cheekily.

Daphne laughed. “I don’t need to ask you to do anything for that. But now that you brought it up, isn’t there something that you promised to do to me?”

In the smoothest of motions, Harry rolled both of them over so that he was on top now. “You’re lucky I learned this charm, otherwise I really would’ve torn your dress off of your body.”

Suddenly, Daphne’s arms stretched upwards as her dress robes began to tug off of her body. They slipped out from under her, rising up over her head and then neatly folding themselves in the air and being deposited down on one of the desks. Her bra and panties slid off of her body next and replicated what happened to her dress.

Just as she was about to complain about unequal standards, Harry cast the spell on himself, and Daphne was treated to the glorious sight of his body being unveiled in front of her. She’d never tire of his wonderful abs and the way his muscles stretched underneath his skin. When his cock burst out, Daphne nearly moaned at the sight. She didn’t know what she did to get so lucky to have such a well-endowed lover, but she wouldn’t complain about it.

Harry dropped down between her thighs and spread them out wide to unveil her delicate pussy before him. Daphne loved the sensation of his breath misting across her core, but nothing could compare to that very first touch of his tongue against her oh-so-sensitive clit.

“That’s it,” Daphne moaned softly as Harry began to devour her.

His tongue knew exactly what to do as it circled her clit, giving only the gentlest of touches at first so as not to overwhelm her entirely before she could truly enjoy herself. His strong hands kept her thighs spread out wide around him, letting him dig in as much as he desired.

As soon as he began to detect beads of wetness forming on her lower lips, Harry transitioned to placing several soft kisses along her inner thighs. After they’d first slept together, Daphne learned just how much Harry loved tormenting her in the bedroom. He wanted her breathless and begging for more before he’d give her what she truly needed, and sometimes he’d even leave her begging for several minutes while he teased her before he gave into her whims. It was exhilarating and sinful, and Daphne loved it, but she couldn’t be made to wait tonight. She needed him badly.

Daphne ran her fingers through his messy hair and directed his head back to her waiting clit.

“Please, Harry,” she all but begged. “You promised.”

“I suppose I did,” he chuckled. “How badly do you need it?”

“More than life itself,” Daphne said all at once. “It feels so fucking good. Give it to me, please. Make me cum with that amazing tongue of yours.”

He had to get off on the power and control he had over her in moments like this. While he was a relatively quiet and unarrogant man, he loved making her feel so dependent upon him in moments like this. She told herself that it was his way of balancing her incredible intellect in potions class.

“Your wish is my command,” Harry replied before he returned up to her clit.

After a couple of gentle licks that make her thighs tremble, Harry utilised the power that’d gained him quite a bit of notoriety back in their second year. She obviously couldn’t understand what he was whispering to her in parseltongue whenever he went down on her, but he told her that it was him whispering all of the filthy things that he wanted to do to her.

His tongue began to vibrate rapidly, and Daphne’s back arched off of the bed as she shrieked at the ceiling. She distantly wondered if any students passing by imagined her shrieks to be the sounds of some ghost.

“Harry! Fuck!” Daphne cried as she thrashed about on the bed. Her entire body was being set alight with pleasure as his tongue rapidly bounced against her clit softly enough so as to not cause any pain or discomfort. It was the perfect sweet spot that had her willing to do practically anything to feel it again and again.

Just as the first beads of sweat began to drip down her forehead, Harry pulled back to give her a moment of breath. If he continued like that for too long, she’d come utterly undone and be a complete mess for several minutes. They didn’t have time for that tonight since they had to be back at the party soon, but she knew that it wouldn’t be more than a few days before he had her in this exact same position again.

“Are you alright there, princess?” Harry asked, using the joking nickname he teased her with.

“I’m so good,” Daphne replied as she gasped for air. “Too good. I’m really close.”

“Should I finish you off?”

“No,” Daphne shook her head. “I mean, not with your tongue.” She amended quickly.

Harry knew exactly what she meant. Having grown up in a fairly strict pure-blooded household and not having any previous experience with men, she sometimes struggled asking for exactly what she wanted from Harry, but he seemed to truly understand what she needed without her needing to vocalise it.

So, he crept up over her body and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. She could taste her juices and sucked them into her mouth eagerly as his long, hard cock prodded her thigh.

“Don’t lose yourself too quickly, yeah?” He said as he pressed his bulbous head between her lower lips. With a slight push, he popped inside of her silken walls, and Daphne moaned loudly.

Harry’s cock was always the most sublime experience that Daphne could ever imagine. The pulsing heat radiating off of his shaft as he stretched her open was incomparable to how her meagre fingers felt when she tried to replicate the experience. He could fill every inch of her entirely, and the feeling of his cock coming and going from her depths was simply unbelievable.

As soon as he filled her completely, Daphne was left in a state of bliss. His pelvis was pressed up against her throbbing clit, satiating that touch that she so desperately needed.

If he wasn’t careful, she’d cum too soon and ruin the moment. Daphne had quickly learned that there was nothing better than cumming at the same time as her lover and letting the mutual pleasure flow between them.

As soon as she felt her body relax with the massive cock inside of her, Harry began to move. Her body shuddered as he pulled almost all of the way out of her before suddenly slamming forward again. It satisfied a delirious thrill within her mind as he began to ram into her again and again. She needed more of his cock than her body could take. Her pussy was stretched to the limit and she was moaning uncontrollably as he fucked her.

“You feel too good!” Daphne whined as she grabbed his back, digging her nails into his flesh. She hoped she wouldn’t cut him, but even if she had, as she had done in the past, Harry was always quick to patch up any injuries. She needed to feel him as close to her as possible; it was a deep-seated need within her body that overrode everything else within her mind.

For his part, Harry seemed unbothered by her tight grip. He kept pounding into her pussy with hard, steady thrusts that left her utterly breathless. His cock was intoxicating, and the pleasure coursing through her only grew as he kissed her.

Fireworks exploded outside. It had to be from the Christmas party. Red, green, blue, and yellow all splashed through the window and lit up the small room. The colours danced upon the ceiling as Daphne looked up.

“Do you want to watch?” Harry asked her.

Before she could even answer, Harry was already lifting her up and spinning her around while his cock was still buried inside of her pussy. It took a bit of awkward manoeuvring, but she managed to end up on her hands and knees, staring out the window at the beautiful fireworks lighting up the night sky. In the window’s reflection, she could see Harry’s sweat-strewn face beaming at her as he began to move his hips again.

Harry firmly grabbed onto Daphne’s plump ass as he resumed fucking her pussy with everything he had. The bed creaked beneath them as he rammed into her over and over again, but what Daphne truly loved was the feeling of his heavy balls smacking off of her clit with each thrust. She punctuated them with a heavy moan that reverberated around the room. Her walls clamped hard around his cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Harry groaned into her ear as he leaned over her. He reached down and groped her breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples as his cock continued to work wonders inside of her.

He gave her ass a firm spank and nibbled at her neck. “I hope you won’t be too sore after the party. Because I won’t be sated by then.”

Neither would Daphne, and if she had to find a potion to help her body recover, then she would. Until then, she couldn’t care less about whatever lingering effects she’d be left with. All that mattered was that they both cum.

And as her walls continued to pulse around his cock, she knew that she was drawing closer to her orgasm. Her wailing grew more intense as his cock hit every perfect spot inside of her pussy, and his own grunts of pleasure built up into a frenzy.

Daphne had to bite down on the pillow in front of her to stop from screaming Harry’s name so loudly that anyone passing by could hear it. She really didn’t want Filch or any of the professors to ruin their perfect evening.

“I’m so close,” Harry warned her.

Inside! She wanted to scream. Inside!

Naturally, Harry already knew of her practice of using regular birth control. He kept fucking her tight pussy until he lost control of himself and then—

A hot squirt of cum filled Daphne’s womb. The sensation of it and Harry’s cock pulsing inside of her sent Daphne utterly over the edge. She collapsed down completely onto the bed and cried out loudly as more and more of Harry’s cum filled her quivering pussy. She nearly went cross-eyed as she grabbed the edge of the bed and squealed. Her vision darkened around the edges until she finally breathed in again, and by that time, the pleasure was just finally beginning to leave her.

As Harry gasped for his own breath, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, letting his cum slowly dribble out onto the bedsheets.

“I needed that so badly,” he said as he flopped down onto the bed next to her.

Daphne let herself be cradled into his arms and snuggled up against his body, relishing in the warmth that he gave off. “So did I,” she admitted. “I wish I’d gotten over myself before this year so that we could’ve been doing this all along.”

Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Forget about that. All that matters is the future.”

Yes, the two of them together was all that mattered.