WARNING: Again, there are minor lime scenes mentioned in this chapter.
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It was the evening of the Yule Ball. Harry looked at himself in the large mirror in front of him, apparently satisfied with his appearance. He was wearing a silk shirt of sapphire blue which perfectly matched Daphne's dress; a silver vest and tie; black trousers; and his black robe was expertly styled and was made of very expensive Acromantula silk, with sapphire blue highlights. The robe was the same he had worn for Sirius's wedding, but he had gotten it altered and the colour of highlights changed from silver to blue. He looked down and saw his basilisk hide boots. They were very fashionable, as he had got them commissioned by the best person for the job who lived in France. The witch was startled by the basilisk hide as they were not at all available in large amounts; getting access even an inch of it was extremely difficult, but she designed them without question. They gleamed black under the lightning charms but would gleam blackish green in sunlight. He looked at his wrists and saw a watch Sirius had gifted him a couple of years ago, and on the right was Daphne's newest present – a bracelet designed for men with protection charms which could detect poisons and potions. They weren't strictly legal as the magic used on the bracelet was questionable, but Harry didn't care; it was dead useful. The bracelet was a chain, with gold on the inside and several diamonds on the outside. Harry didn't even want to ask her how much it had cost as he knew it was ridiculously expensive. The shopkeeper who sold it to her must have been showering blessings and praises at Daphne for just buying it and giving him so much money.
Both Harry and Daphne were in the Room of Requirement as they wanted to go together and not separately. So he stepped out of his dressing room and waited for Daphne. After about five minutes, she came out. Harry looked at her and his breath caught in his throat.
Daphne was wearing a sapphire blue knee length dress, with several silver highlights and designs on it. It too was expertly made by a designer in France and it fit her perfectly. The dress was sleeveless and it articulated her breasts and curves very well. Elizabeth Greengrass had given her daughter access to the family jewellery; so Daphne was wearing a beautiful diamond and sapphire necklace (no doubt to impress her fiancé), matching long diamond earrings, and a matching bracelet. On her left wrist was Harry's newest gift to her – a beautiful watch which Daphne absolutely loved (Harry had made it a priority to take Cyrus with him for his usual Yule shopping; this time Elizabeth was raving about the gifts her husband had got her, and his father-in-law had thanked him profusely, making Harry even more loved by the Greengrasses; baby Dylan especially loved Harry and Daphne often complained that her baby brother loved her fiancé more than he loved her, his own sister) and was wearing a pair of silver coloured heels to compliment the dress. Her hair too was expertly styled, and she left it long as Harry preferred it that way; she also had a matching diamond sapphire ornament in place to hold her hair. Long story short, she was drop dead gorgeous. Fleur would have some intense competition in case people wondered who would be considered the best looking girl at the ball.
"What do you think?" she asked softly, looking at the shocked expression on her fiancé's face.
"You are so beautiful" whispered Harry. "And I'm so glad you're mine."
Daphne giggled. "Thanks, Harry. You look very handsome as well. Should I be worried about a certain Veela friend of yours who might try to snatch you up?" she asked amused.
Harry rolled his eyes. Daphne had developed a friendship with the Beauxbatons champion, and he was sure that she had set the older girl up with some boy. He didn't know who as she wasn't telling, but he knew that she was no way insecure about his feelings. Harry had no idea that Fleur was indeed attracted to him. Daphne had realised that she had to take care of it, so instead of blowing things out of proportion and losing a possible ally, she set her up with someone else. She wouldn't let anyone sniff her fiancé. Hopefully, by the end of the night, Fleur would be attracted to her date and not Harry. If not, well, Daphne would use more subtle but forceful methods to reason with the Veela.
"Haha" he said sarcastically. "Maybe you should keep your wand on you in case a certain Weasley turns up, but otherwise it's fine."
Daphne smirked and patted her right forearm where the demiguise hair lined newest technology dragon hide wand holster was strapped, containing her wand to be called when ready. "I'm always prepared for such an event, though I doubt she would try it after I confronted her last time" she said smirking.
"What did you do?" he asked hesitantly, wondering if he wanted to know.
"You don't want to find out" she said, as she took his offered arm. Both of them left the Room of Requirement and headed to the Great Hall. Once they reached the entrance hall, many people were gawking at them. They reached the place where McGonagall was standing with the champions. To Harry's shock, it looked like Daphne had paired Fleur with Cedric Diggory! Well, it certainly made Fleur happy, as she didn't have to go with someone who solely lusted after her, as Cedric was calmly talking to her without any problem. Harry blinked his eyes when he spotted the girl next to Victor Krum.
"Daphne, please tell me I don't have to interact with Granger tonight" said Harry softly.
"I'm sorry, Harry" said Daphne pulling him towards them. "But this is a public event and you're the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. You're expected to maintain a certain standard. Speaking of which, make your Potter ring visible for tonight"
Harry immediately understood the meaning behind her words and in a second, the large red diamond ring gleamed from his right ring finger. They went forward and greeted the others. Harry shook hands with Cedric and Victor and kissed Fleur's knuckles. When he extended his hand to take Hermione's, the girl sniffed and turned the other way. Harry calmly put his hand down and turned his attention back to his fiancée, who was fuming at Granger's insult towards Harry. Fleur too was standing there with a look of shock on her beautiful face. Hermione was lucky that Victor Krum hadn't seen it as he was busy talking to Cedric.
"Daphne, it's okay" said Harry soothingly. "I expected it. It's a public place and the media will be hounding us for the rest of the night. Calm down, tigress" he whispered in her ear.
Daphne breathed deeply and reinforced her Occlumency shields, but she couldn't help but smile when Harry called her tigress. It was a term of endearment he sometimes used when she was being particularly fierce and feisty. Soon, the clock struck eight and the other couples were ushered into the Great Hall. The doors of the hall closed and the champions stood in front of it, expecting to be called in any second. Cedric and Fleur stood first, Victor and Hermione second, and Harry and Daphne third.
The doors of the Great Hall opened and they walked in. People started whispering when they saw the champions and their partners.
"Diggory and Delacour?"
"Is that Granger with Krum?"
"Sweet Merlin, Greengrass looks hot!"
"Harry looks so handsome tonight! I wish I could have gone with him!"
"Daphne's dress is so beautiful"
"Damn, I wish Greengrass wasn't already taken!"
"How is it fair for Potter and Greengrass to go together? There are so many other boys and girls who wanted to go with them! I wanted to go with Potter!"
"Bloody hell, Potter and Greengrass sure know how to dress!"
"Harry and Daphne look so adorable together!"
Daphne could hear many of the whispers due to her enhanced hearing, so she tried very hard not to smirk. Harry looked at the Great Hall. It was beautifully decorated, and it had also been magically expanded to three times its size, so was very large. Along with the heads of the three schools, there were also heads of several different magical governments present, along with the Triwizard Committee and other members of the International Confederation of Wizards. This was perfect. This was the reason Daphne had told him to show his ring around as it was a perfect time to make new contacts.
There were hundreds of small round tables all over the hall, similar to Harry's design of the formal dining room at Black Manor when Sirius and Amelia got married. Speaking of which, he could spot them as well (Amelia was the Director of Magical Law Enforcement; there was no way she could not be invited). While she had come along with Sirius, there were not many other Wizengamot members as thankfully Fudge didn't want to make the ball too political as it was a school event after all (even if there were other politicians present).
They all sat down at a large round table meant for the champions and other important delegates. Harry helped Daphne sit down and he sat down next to her. To the surprise of others, there were menus which could be used to order what they wanted. Harry had known about this beforehand, and to ensure that the elves didn't burn themselves out, he had asked the Potter elves to help the elves at Hogwarts (he was Lord Gryffindor-Slytherin, and had a duty to look out for their interests). The elves had been grateful, but it didn't stop them from adding more dishes to their menu because of the additional help.
They slowly ate dinner while socializing with others, idly appreciating the beautiful music being played by the orchestra which was called just for performing during dinner. Granger didn't even talk to Harry and Daphne, instead chose to spend more time talking to Victor Krum. Both of them were more than fine with it, as they had more important things to deal with, like talking to important politicians from different magical countries.
Once everyone was finished with dinner, Dumbledore vanished most of the tables while leaving behind the ones in the corner which was now filled with drinks and dessert. The orchestra was to play the first song for the champions, and would then be taken over by The Weird Sisters. Harry stood up and helped Daphne by offering her hand. They slowly walked to the middle of the dance floor and took their position. Harry put one hand on her waist while holding another with his hand. They looked into each other eyes and saw the love and adoration for the other; they smiled softly at each other and started dancing when the music started.
Once the champions started dancing, many others came up to the dance floor and started dancing as well. Neville Longbottom was dancing with Susan Bones; Hannah Abbott with Ernie Macmillan; Tracy Davis with Blaise Zabini; Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall; Hagrid and Madam Maxime. But Harry and Daphne didn't care about those around them as they were lost in their own world. The orchestra stopped and The Weird Sisters took over, but yet the two of them were lost in each other's eyes and danced without a care in the world.
They danced for several songs, not noticing that they now had quite a large audience. The crystals of Miller, sold to many different companies from fashion to news were surrounding them, showing them to millions of witches and wizards all over the world on their E-Mirrors. After a particularly romantic song, Harry dipped Daphne and slowly but passionately kissed her. They were interrupted when they heard thunderous applause and whistles.
Harry and Daphne opened their eyes and stood upright. They saw the audience surrounding them, applauding for their performance. They blushed but regained their composure quickly. They stepped off the dance floor to get some drinks; they were tired and thirsty after all. They thanked many who commented positively about their dance performance and took a few cold butterbeers.
"Look at Ron Weasley" said Harry. Daphne spotted the boy wearing the ugliest dress (she couldn't call them robes), with an angry expression on his face, looking at Krum and Granger.
"Well, well" said Daphne. "Looks like Granger has an admirer. Wonder why she didn't come to the ball with him."
Harry rolled his eyes. "He probably never asked her, and now is angry that she didn't go with him. It is par for the course for Ron Weasley, so no surprises there."
"What in Merlin's name is he wearing anyway?" she asked, frowning.
Harry shook his head. "I have no idea. And let me tell you, I grew up wearing Dudley's cast offs, and they were much worse than this. Petunia actually used to dye my clothes so horribly that no one would want to come near me because of the smell. But that was in the muggle world. Here, I'm not sure why his mother didn't just charm them herself to make it look better. Sure, it would lack quality and style, and the charms would vanish after a couple of days, but why did he just wear them without attempting any magic on them? It baffles me that pureblood witches and wizards think like muggles sometimes" he said, exasperated.
Suddenly, Sirius came over to them, followed by Amelia.
"You both were amazing!" said Sirius. "You should have seen the boys and girls watching you with jealousy and awe clearly on their faces. I'm so proud of you two! Ah, I was just like you, Harry. Girls used to flock to me too, you know. Why, let me tell you about a particular incident with this girl in the broom closet on the second floor -"
"Ignore the dog" said Amelia coming over. "He'll be fine after a few spankings with a rolled up newspaper" she said, rolling her eyes.
Harry and Daphne snickered. But instead of feeling indignant, Sirius grinned. "There's no feeling like being spanked and bossed over by her in bed" he said, with a naughty grin on his face. "She truly is the boss, isn't it? You two might want to try it. It's really naughty and kinky."
"This is not the place to give advice to your godson about sex!" whispered Amelia furiously.
"Oh, nonsense!" said Sirius waving his hand. "He probably knows what I'm talking about. He's fourteen anyway. How was the experience, you two?" he asked grinning knowingly.
"Sirius we haven't done that!" exclaimed Harry, going red in the face, while Daphne laughed herself sick. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't?" asked Sirius in shock, avoiding Amelia's swats with her hand. "Well then dear godson, it looks like another conversation between us is imminent. I should have sent you a carton of PlayWitch magazines as a present; oh well, better late than never! Or better yet, I'll send you a magical copy of the Kama Sutra; it's excellent, trust me."
"Another conversation?" asked Harry, his eyes wide. "Daphne, let's go. Aunt Amy, the dog is yours to do as you wish. Give him a few extra swats from my side won't you?" he said, grabbing a laughing Daphne, steering her away.
"Oh, I intend to" said Amelia dangerously. "You do this just to get in trouble with me, don't you?" she asked.
Sirius just grinned and said "I went to the muggle world and got a pair of shackles. Now it can be a real Auror and prisoner. After all, I have lived in Azkaban. How would you like that?" he said huskily in her ear.
Amelia closed her eyes. "Oh, how I love to hate you Sirius. This party is over. Let's go home. I have a certain prisoner of Azkaban to deal with. And he's been a total dog and deserves punishment" she said, dragging him out.
Sirius just grinned. James would be proud of the tactic he had pulled. It was going to be a wonderful night indeed.
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Harry and Daphne spent the next several hours dancing with each other as well as talking to many important people. It was nearly two thirty in the morning when they stumbled into the Room of Requirement, exhausted. They spent several minutes in silence, removing their clothes and other articles, not caring that they were both in the same room. Once done, they just collapsed on the large bed the Room had created for them. They didn't bother with clothes as Daphne was only in her bra and panties while Harry was only wearing his boxers.
"Thanks for a wonderful night Harry" said Daphne, kissing his cheek. "I loved it."
"You're welcome" said Harry, moving on top of her and kissing her deeply. Daphne moaned as he sucked on a delicate spot on her neck. "You're so beautiful" he whispered, kissing her again while his hand squeezed her breasts.
They continued making out for several minutes until finally, fatigue overtook them and they went to sleep, with Daphne's face buried in his chest. A blanket magically covered them as well, making them warm and comfortable. A small smile appeared on both their faces.
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The next morning, Harry got up and saw Daphne looking at him with a smile on her face. Apparently, she had been watching him sleep. She adoringly tapped the tip of his nose and said "Good afternoon, sleepy head. I've been watching you sleep for more than half an hour."
Harry groaned. He hugged her closer and murmured "What time is it?"
"It's just past noon. Think it's a good time to crack that egg of yours?" she asked.
Harry made a noise of annoyance and buried his head under her chin. She giggled as he lightly kissed her breasts. "I'm not in the mood for that" he whispered, his breath tickling her.
She ran her fingers through his silky black hair. "What if I make it interesting?" she asked delicately.
"And how are you going to do that?" came his muffled voice.
"Skinny dipping" she declared. "We can crack the egg together, and you'll get a good view as a bonus."
Harry immediately removed his head from her chest. "You're serious?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"No, that's your godfather" said Daphne with a smirk. "But yes, I am serious about us skinny dipping." With that, she called for an elf who brought the golden egg from Harry's room in Ravenclaw tower. She stood up, and Harry couldn't help but stare at her body; he was a fourteen-year-old hormonal teenager after all.
"Are you going to stare at my boobs with my bra on, or are you going to get up so that I can reconfigure the room and take them off?" she asked in amusement.
Daphne chuckled as Harry got off the bed in lightning fast speed. She closed her eyes and envisioned the bathroom she wanted. Their surroundings shimmered until they were standing in a duplicate version of –
"Hey! This is my bathroom at Potter Castle!" exclaimed Harry.
"I know" replied Daphne, walking towards the enormous bathtub. "I really liked how it is designed. You're ancestors really knew how to make things a lot more luxurious than those already living in the lap of luxury."
She activated the various taps with a flick of her wand, and placed the golden egg at the side of the bath. She proceeded to look through the various flavours of bubbles, and finally settled on vanilla. She poured the contents into the bath and the smell immediately filled the room. She turned to find Harry suddenly look away; apparently, he had been admiring her arse.
Daphne rolled her eyes. He didn't need to feel embarrassed. She went over to him and kissed him. "I don't mind you staring at me" she whispered. "If you don't stare at me, who else will you stare at? I'm your fiancée. There's nothing to be ashamed about Harry. I won't be mad if you stare at me for however long you want."
Harry smiled softly at her. "Alright. I can't help but admire you. You're really the most beautiful girl in the world" he told her sincerely.
Daphne blushed but smiled never the less. Harry truly believed that she was so, and it baffled her as there were clearly prettier girls than her. But it warmed her heart that he genuinely felt that way, which was why she had decided to take this step.
"Thank you for that. Now, do you want to go first?" she asked, a bit nervously.
Harry bit his lip and slowly nodded. He stepped back from her and slowly removed his boxers, which immediately showed his erect penis. He stood there nervously, not meeting her eyes. Daphne came forward and kissed him softly. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about" she said.
Harry smiled nervously and walked over to the tub, immersing himself in the water. Daphne faced him and slowly but nervously removed her bra and panties. Once she was done, she stood naked in front of him. Harry looked at her with awe in his eyes as he whispered, "I repeat what I said. You're the most beautiful girl in the whole world."
Daphne smiled as her confidence slowly came back to her and she walked to the tub and stepped in next to Harry. He slowly put his arm around her and kissed her. It started off slow, but soon, once they gained confidence, Daphne was sitting on his lap.
"Why don't we work on the egg fist" said Daphne, breathing deeply. Harry nodded. He took the egg, plunged it into water and opened it. Both of them put their heads in the water and listened.
"Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this:
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour — the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."
"There's no way I'm letting them take you!" said Harry as they resurfaced. "You'll be at risk just being in the lake in the middle of February. For all we know Dumbledore might try to set up a murder attempt and say you were fatally injured during the task!" he said angrily.
"Do you really think Dumbledore is that stupid, Harry?" said Daphne frowning. "I agree that I'm the one who'll be taken, but there is no way Dumbledore is insane enough to try to kill me when there are millions of people watching. He's doing his best to keep his position of Headmaster; he's not about to risk it just to try to kill me. Think about the backlash to such an attempt! No, he is more cunning than that."
Harry leaned back towards the wall of the tub and pondered what she said. It made sense. "Alright. But we're taking every precaution possible. I'm not going to risk your life and let you get injured. You're too precious and important to me Daphne! I won't let anything happen to you" he said heatedly.
Daphne smiled and climbed on his lap. She cupped his face with her hands and looked into his eyes. "I don't for a moment doubt your love for me, Harry. We'll take precautions; we'll map out the Black Lake so that we don't run into any surprises, and we'll research the best method possible for you to complete the task. Is that okay?"
Harry smiled. "Okay" he said. "Now, how about we have some fun and leave all that for later, Lady Potter?" he said, squeezing her bare breasts as one hand travelled downward, between her legs.
Daphne leaned down to kiss him as her hand gripped his erection. "As you say, Lord Potter."
Needless to say, they never emerged from the Room of Requirement that day, and their friends were wondering where they had disappeared to.
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Draco Malfoy was depressed. It was the day after the Yule Ball and he couldn't help but want to cry. He had gone to the ball with Pansy Parkinson, hoping that Daphne Greengrass would be jealous. He had waited in the Great Hall for those stupid champions to come in, and when they did, he was speechless.
Daphne Greengrass was so beautiful he couldn't even form coherent thoughts; she was wearing a stunning dress with matching jewellery and looked like the picture perfect Lady of an Ancient and Noble House. What baffled him was Hadrian Potter. He too was dressed in amazing designer clothes, looking handsome and dashing, and Draco couldn't help but feel self-conscious in front of his cousin (Oh, how he hated that he was even remotely related to that boy). How was he supposed to get Greengrass if her fiancé dressed like that? And then there was the dance. The way the two of them had danced had left his jaw hanging; they moved like one body with two souls, and he couldn't even comprehend that!
Draco Malfoy wanted to cry. All his beautiful dreams of the future where he would rule the country with an iron fist lay in ruins.
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Ginny Weasley was depressed. When she was growing up, her parents always read her stories about the Boy Who Lived. Her mother promised her that she would one day marry Harry Potter. She had been devastated when she found out that he was already betrothed to Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin girl. It baffled her how a perfect Gryffindor (she still didn't believe that Harry Potter was a Ravenclaw) could be engaged to a slimy Slytherin. How did that happen?
When she had come to Hogwarts, she was amazed to spot her future husband (according to her at least) sitting at one of the house tables. He was so handsome! He was quite tall for his age, his face was perfect, his hair was so silky and his green eyes were so dreamy! Oh, she couldn't wait to get married to him!
When he rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets, she realised that he was richer than she had initially realised. He lived and grew up in a castle! Ginny had started daydreaming about how her life would be when she got married to Harry and lived in his castle. She could live like a true princess, and her price was the Boy Who Lived! All the girls would be so jealous of her! She had even picked out the names for their children – James, after Harry's father; Albus, after Harry's mentor Dumbledore; and Lily, after his mother. They would be a perfect family, and her mother agreed that she should be bolder and tell him.
But that's when everything went downhill. When the Yule Ball was announced, she was so sure that Harry would ask her. But he never did, so thinking he was shy, she went to him instead. She blurted out her feelings for him, but instead of kissing her like how they did in stories, he rejected her, telling her that he was already engaged to Greengrass! How could he do that to her? But she didn't give up and kept asking him out, until that evil Slytherin decided to show her face.
Ginny shivered when she thought about their meeting. She had never seen such cold eyes in her life. She had heard that Daphne was dubbed the Slytherin Ice Queen, and she could now understand why. The girl had not wasted any time in threatening her and her family and fired some painful and very embarrassing hexes on her so as to leave Harry alone. Daphne had said that Harry was hers and no other girl could ever get even remotely close to him.
Then Ginny saw them at the Yule Ball. Daphne looked so beautiful that Ginny couldn't help but feel nervous. When she saw Harry, she knew that he was her future husband. He was dressed like a King, and looked so handsome. But when she saw the two of them dance, her heart broke. How could Harry do that to her? He kissed that Greengrass girl in front of all those people! Didn't he care about her feelings at all? She, Ginny Weasley was his future wife!
Ginny wanted to cry. All her plans for the future lay in ruins.
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Albus Dumbledore was so stressed out that he had already passed out on his table, drunk. Fawkes had finally had enough and had abandoned him after the Goblet of Fire incident. How could he show that he was the leader of the light if he didn't have a phoenix with him? Harry had also charmed so many powerful politicians from around the world at the Yule Ball. Albus wanted to cry, as he helplessly watched as Harry and Daphne charm their way through so many powerful and influential witches and wizards, giving them more influence, and taking away his.
Without being able to bear it, he had taken a bottle of firewhisky and finished it. And this was the result. He had passed out drunk in his office. Aberforth, who supplied his bother with firewhisky, wondered why his stupid brother's intake of alcohol had increased so drastically recently. Oh well, he didn't care. This was probably his brother's new fetish.