Daphne Greengrass took a deep breath as she forced herself to stop pacing in Harry's room. She wanted this after all, hell she had traded her best friend for her turn, in exchange for doing Tracey's Transfiguration essay that was due in a few days.
It should have stopped after the first time, a one-and-done as it were. One evening of pleasure, the ability to choose who she gave her first time to, and then that would be it. She didn't need Harry Potter… or the way his fingers felt against her skin, or the electricity that shot through her body when his lips found her neck, or any other part of her body.
So, what was she doing here? Why was she spending her free time daydreaming about being with him in every way possible?
'You know why' a mischievous voice whispered in her mind, 'because of the way he makes you feel . Like you are important to him, more than just a trophy or a womb to bear his heirs. You want to feel loved and desired .'
It was true, she had heard Pansy complaining enough about Draco that she knew what sort of life she might be condemned to in the future. Passionless, cold, dull . But Harry was none of these, there was no deceit in his words when he called her beautiful, no manipulation in his touch while he explored her skin…
The memories of everywhere he touched returned with so much force that Daphne was unaware of the object of her desires entering the room until he spoke.
"Hello Daphne,"
The heiress spun so fast she practically fell over, before forcing herself steady on one of his bedposts. "H-Harry."
He nodded, his warm smile starting those pesky butterflies in her stomach once more. "I was told you traded with miss Davis for today."
"Y-yeah, I uhm… I just…"
"You have nothing to explain, are you still in the mood for what you had requested?"
And that was another thing that had changed. After word had gotten out about Ginny Weasley's first time, much to the redhead's embarrassment, the 'sign-up sheet' had included a 'request' portion if the Witch had a fantasy they wanted to explore.
Daphne had been hesitant, until she had overheard a pair of older Slytherin girls giggling about one they had in mind. Something that had sent her heart racing and blood boiling at the thought.
"Yes, I am."
He nodded, "I believe the safe word is Snitch?"
"O-okay"
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Theodore Nott forced down the urge to shout in anger as he watched his Daphne step out of Harry's personal chambers, looking giggly and very satisfied.
No, no this is not how it was supposed to happen! She was his ! His father was going to make an offer to Lord Greengrass sometime in the next year! Clearly it was Davis' fault, the Half-blood bitch had corrupted his future wife, turned her against the Pureblood traditions and towards the meaningless sins of the flesh and temptations of lust.
But he could forgive Daphne, he would give her a chance to earn her place at his side once they were betrothed. He simply needed to be patient, to bide his time like a true Slytherin while continuing to gather his power and resources.
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'Forty-five minutes' Snape noted as Moody took another drink from his flask. It was the longest the Potion master had seen the man go without a drink, and yet it did not seem to be alcoholic. Whatever it was the Defense teacher was incredibly secretive of it, something that Dumbledore had dismissed as simply being one of the odd quirks of his old friend.
"I trust him Severus" the Headmaster had explained days prior, "as I trust you."
Severus gritted his teeth in annoyance, of course Dumbledore would pull that kind of crap to have him back down, the old man certainly knew what buttons to push to force the reaction he was looking for.
Still, his curiosity would not be so easily dissuaded. Harry had clearly meant something in his cryptic inquiry about Polyjuice, and thus far their newest professor was showing signs of being someone he clearly was not .
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"Ladies and gentlemen after a month of preparation it is finally time for the very first task of the TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT!" The roar of the crowd greeted the announcer, who grinned in anticipation. "Each Champion will be required to steal a golden egg from the nest of a vicious mother Dragon. The one who is most effective will receive the highest points! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"
First up was Krum, who tried his luck on combating the beast directly. After a flurry of piercing hexes, all the while trying to avoid the flames of the furious beast, blinded it the Bulgarian managed to slip around its flank and reach his target. What he had not counted on, however, was the rage that consumed the monster, whose tail lashed out and destroyed the nest, and nearly the Quidditch star as well.
Luckily, his reflexes had just managed to kick in and he had ducked in time, before rolling behind a series of rocks and making his way back to the exit.
Then came Diggory, who had Transfigured a nearby boulder into dog to distract the Dragon long enough to sneak his way past. It had almost worked too, up until the point at which the decoy was caught, and the flames of the creature were turned back on the Hufflepuff. He still managed to escape, but not without mild burns covering almost half of his body.
Last up was the French Witch, whose use of mind manipulation spells proved quite effective, but not as much as she had been banking on. The girl had nearly made it back to the exit with her cargo intact, after putting the Horntail into a trance, but it awoke a moment too soon, and claws slashed into her back as she leaped through the exit, earning a rather severe set of wounds.
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