A Helping Hand Chapter 3

Content Warnings: Handjob, CMNF, Cumplay, Teasing, Spanking, Threesome.

Daphne now had two things on her body that burned. The first, she steadfastly ignored. Malfoy was a pathetic excuse for a leader and she wasn’t about to go running to him like a lost puppy every time he summoned them.

The second… Well, she couldn’t stop herself from behaving exactly like a lost puppy when he summoned her.

It hadn’t even been a command. The coin had buzzed. She’d pulled it out of her pocket to look at the simple message engraved on its golden surface.

‘If possible, meet me in the Charms classroom at eight.’

That was it. It wasn't a direct order. There were no threats, not even a playful promise of a punishment if she didn’t show up. So why was she dropping everything and going to him the minute she was summoned?

She was afraid to ask herself that question even though, deep down, she already knew the answer.

“Oh, good, you made it!”

Daphne had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized she was standing in front of the right classroom. Her body had acted on its own accord, raising her hand and rapping her knuckles against the polished wood. It had taken Harry speaking to break her free of her reverie. She blushed and quickly lowered her hand.

“This better be —” Her attempt to sound gruff and annoyed failed, as her voice refused to cooperate in the slightest. Better silent than squeaky, she decided. In the end, she simply nodded.

“It is,” Harry replied calmly. “Some things are best discussed in person.”

Daphne stepped around him, her descent into the well of the classroom halted by the presence of the redhead perched on the teacher’s desk. 

“I thought you wanted to talk to me,” she said, amazed at her capacity to sound like a betrayed lover. He wasn’t her lover, she reminded herself. He was just a man with amazing fingers who made her cum until she forgot how shitty the world was. “I can leave.”

“I do.” Harry’s hand was on her elbow, the gentle pressure trapping her in place. His fingers dug into her soft skin. “It’s about Susan.”

“If she came to you about that incident near the kitchens, it wasn’t me! Susan needs to stop talking about-”

“It’s not about that,” Harry said.

“What do I need to stop talking about?” Susan piped up. 

She was pretty. Her fiery red hair was done up in its usual plait that ran down to her waist. The big blue eyes and rosy cheeks perfectly complemented her girl-next-door demeanor. The innocence combined with the honest-to-merlin perfect hourglass figure had every man within a five-mile radius going crazy for her. As far as Daphne knew, she didn’t have a boyfriend nor had she expressed any interest in men in the past.

Had Susan just been holding out for Harry? Had he finally said yes? Was that why she’d been called? So he could tell her that their arrangement was dead.

A coil of jealousy and resentment tightened in her chest. Of course, he’d choose someone like Susan. All her fantasies were exactly that, fantasies. In no world would Harry Potter go for Daphne Greengrass when Susan Bones was available and willing.

“Daphne?” 

Harry gently touched her elbow. She wanted to jerk her arm away but couldn’t bring herself to do so. Morgana, she was pathetic.

“You need to stop talking about your aunt. Emphasizing how close you two are only puts both of you in danger. She already has a target on her back, don’t make it bigger by getting yourself kidnapped.”

“Hogwarts is safe.” Susan frowned. “Right, Harry?”

“Not anymore. It’s a good idea to be careful, hmm?” Harry walked over and grabbed her hands. “Maybe only talk about what she’s been up to in your Common Room or when we’re alone.”

Daphne balled her fists. She could do it. She could turn around and walk away. All she had to do was run to her bed, crawl into it, and never come out. 

“We have the strongest wards in the country. We have the teachers. We even have Aurors protecting us now,” Susan replied, her lips flattening into a stubborn line. “Hogwarts is safe. Auntie says so. Who will attack us here?”

Daphne would have found that kind of naïveté charming a year ago. Now, it only fueled the rage bubbling inside her.

“You know, the people who tried to hex you near the kitchens-”

“That was just someone trying to keep Fred and George’s legacy of pranks going,” Susan interjected.

“-the thirty-odd people in the bloody castle with this on their arm,” Daphne kept going, undeterred. She thrust her arm in Susan’s face with the sleeve pulled up. Her bare wrist and the ugly mark disfiguring her pale skin were right in front of the redhead’s eyes. She stared at it mutely, her blue eyes slowly tracing the all-too-familiar mark.

“Put that away, Daphne,” Harry said quietly.

“If she wants to talk to me she should know who she’s dealing with,” Daphne growled. “I’m a lowlife. The same kind her aunt is currently throwing in Azkaban en masse!”

“Daphne-”

“Go on. Tell me how much I disgust you-” Daphne gasped and bit her lip to stop herself from crying out as the mark burned. A current shot up her spine. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, unbidden. “This is who I am. The castle isn’t safe anymore because of people like me!”

“Daphne-”

“What?!” Daphne snapped.

“Does it hurt?” Susan asked softly. Her fingers gently grasped Daphne’s wrist and pulled it closer to her face. “I have a salve in my bag that-”

“It won’t work,” Daphne interrupted bitterly. “Nothing works. It’ll keep burning until the twat gives up on trying to summon me.” 

“You-Know-Who is trying to summon you?”

“I doubt he even remembers I exist,” Daphne snorted. “No, Malfoy is. He says he’s been given a mission of vital importance by the Dark Lord. A load of hippogriff shit, if you ask me. He just wants an excuse to use his power over the rest of us. But you need to be careful, Bones. You never know when one of us is waiting in the shadows.”

“Alright. Enough of that.” Harry wrapped an arm around Daphne’s waist and dragged her away from Susan. He perched himself on a desk and pulled her onto his lap. “You’re not attacking anyone, Daphne.”

“I attacked you.” 

“In class.”

“I fought dirty!”

“Nobody walks into a duel with the expectation of a fair fight. You acted like you would in the real world,” Harry murmured, gently tugging her sleeve to cover the burning mark. “Apologize to Susan.”

“That’s not necessary, Harry.”

“Yes, it is,” Harry said firmly. “Daphne needs to apologize and tell you what she is. She’s not a Death Eater. What are you?”

“I don’t particularly feel like saying sorry,” Daphne interjected.

“Careful,” Harry growled. He wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make his presence known. His thumb pushed against her lips. “You’re on very thin ice, princess.”

“I’m not-” The pressure around her throat tightened. Harry’s other arm looped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest and pinning her in place. “Fuck,” she breathed, already aware that she had lost. His thumb gently massaged her pulsing vein and she whimpered. “I’m not a low-life, Susan. I belong to Harry. I’m his perfect princess.”

“Good girl,” Harry whispered. “Now, you will be quiet and listen to Susan. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Harry’s thumb shifted to her lips. She made eye contact with the redhead and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the digit. She began to suck, never once taking her eyes off Susan. “I’m all ears,” she said thickly.

“Susan has booked a night with me. But her request is somewhat unusual and requires your help.”

Daphne pulled away from Harry’s thumb, releasing it with a quiet pop! “I’m flattered Susan, but I’m not romantically interested in-”

“That’s not what she wants. She’s nervous and wants to watch me with someone else before we do anything,” Harry interjected.

“I had a horrible experience with Ernie at the Yule Ball,” Susan admitted with a shudder. “He couldn’t get it up, he screamed at me, and I haven’t been with a man since that night.”

“You don’t have to be nervous.” Daphne didn’t know why she was trying to defend Harry to someone who wanted to fuck him. “Harry’s amazing. You’re going to have a wonderful time with him.” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her own mouth. She turned and burrowed into Harry’s chest, calming a little when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. No matter what happened, he’d always be hers. “You can just go slow, you know? Harry won’t push you.”

“I absolutely won’t. How about dinner next week?”

“I need to get laid!” Susan chewed her lower lip nervously. “I’m the only one in my dorm who’s still a virgin. Hannah keeps talking about how embarrassing it is.”

Daphne bit her lip to stop herself from chuckling. Girls in her dormitory were worried about getting killed in their sleep. It somehow made her feel better to hear that life went on, even in the middle of a war. People outside her bubble of misery still had normal concerns and fears. 

“Hannah is full of shit. Her two minutes with Fletchley in a closet every week doesn’t make her an expert in anything. I’m a virgin too, Susan. It’s no big deal.”

“But I thought you and Harry have already-”

“One day,” Harry smiled. “For now we have a different sort of relationship.”

Daphne suddenly felt she had entered an oven. Her cheeks flushed and her breathing quickened. She busied herself with the silver clasp on Harry’s cloak.

“Oh! Is this an everything-but kind of deal?” Susan giggled.

“What’s that?”

“Just a silly Pureblood loophole.” Daphne smiled and kissed Harry’s jaw. “Don’t worry about it. That’s not it. There’s just some things I need to learn and experience before we get to it, Susan.”

“Oh.”

“What’s worrying you?” Daphne asked.

“I have no idea what to expect. Or what’ll happen? What if I’m the problem? What if Harry can’t, uh, get it up too?” 

Daphne arched her back and pushed against the growing bulge in Harry’s trousers. “That’s not a problem,” she grinned. “You’re not the problem. Most of the men in our year are just spectacularly shit, love. But you have nothing to worry about with Harry. If it makes you feel any better, you can sit in on our sessions until you’re ready to have one of your own.” She leaned up and trailed kisses along Harry’s jaw. “How about giving her a demonstration?”

“Not the time or the place, kitten.”

“Come on. Everyone gives a trial. How will she know if your service is worth paying for?” Daphne cooed. She began to grind against him, slowly at first but with growing urgency as he hardened beneath her. “Word of mouth will only get you so far. Not everyone is as desperate to be your perfect princess as I was, sir.” She pulled away just as she was about to reach his lips and turned to Susan. “Want my help in making up your mind?”

“S-Sure?”

Daphne took two steps before she was stopped by Harry hooking his finger through the waistband of her skirt and dragging her back towards him. His hands shifted to the lapels of the collar of her shirt and he ripped her blouse apart, the buttons flying into the air and clattering to the floor everywhere around them. He tossed it away carelessly.

“A bra, Miss Greengrass?” Harry tutted as he unclipped the lacy white garment. He pulled the two straps down her shoulders and let the bra flutter to the floor.

“You said no underwear, sir,” Daphne whispered breathlessly. “Nothing about a bra.”

“And are you wearing any?”

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out.” Daphne looked up to Susan and winked, receiving a nervous giggle in return. “Go on,” she teased, shaking her hips to make her skirt swish.

“Susan?” Harry asked, resisting the bait with admirable strength.

“I’m fine!” Susan squeaked.

“Do you remember the safeword you chose?”

“Mhm!”

Harry grabbed the hem of Daphne’s skirt and pulled it down her legs, baring her firm ass and shapely thighs. The black skirt pooled around her ankles.

“No underwear. I’m impressed, Miss Greengrass.”

“I’m a good girl, sir.”

Harry snorted. “Take off your shoes. Kick them and your skirt over to where your shirt is.”

Daphne did as she was instructed. She was left in only her white knee-length socks, which made her feel more exposed than if she had been fully naked for some reason. She could feel Harry’s hungry gaze taking in her curves. Susan watched them with rapt attention. The redhead’s eyes followed every small movement, unable to tear her gaze away from the show in front of her.

“Give us a twirl, princess,” Harry said, smacking her ass.

Daphne bit back a squeal. She stayed in place, letting the sound echo around the cavernous room. Pain bloomed in her right asscheek. Once the ringing had subsided she slowly turned in place, letting Harry examine what now belonged to him. She kept going after one full turn, pausing only when she faced him.

“I’m not the one Susan wants to take for a spin, sir,” Daphne breathed. He’d finally seen her naked. It was only fair she got to do the same. She stepped closer and undid the clasp holding his cloak together. Her hand slipped between two buttons of his shirt and she slowly traced the curve of his firm pecs. “She wants you. She should get to see you.”

Daphne’s nimble fingers got to work on his shirt. It was rolling off his broad shoulders within seconds and dropped down to the desk to join the cloak. Her hands shifted to his wrists. She grabbed them and tugged, pulling him onto his feet before sinking to her knees in front of him. She squashed the tinge of fear flaring in her as she unbuttoned his trousers. Harry didn’t care about her inexperience. She’d serve him so damn well that it wouldn’t matter. 

Harry’s trousers and boxers were pulled down to his ankles and she eyed the massive manhood that flopped free hungrily. He was bigger than what she had imagined in even her wildest fantasies. Not that she had a lot to go on. Tracey’s novels and Pansy’s complaints about Malfoy’s disappointing size had been her only guides. 

“That’s enough for today, Daphne,” Harry growled.

“Can’t let me into the candy store and make me leave without a taste,” Daphne murmured. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her fingers barely touching. She leaned closer and placed a kiss on his tip and was rewarded with a breathy moan. “Yummy.”

“Daphne-” Harry groaned. “Susan!”

“KEEP GOING!”

“She doesn’t mind. My cheeks are too pale, I forgot to use rouge today.” Daphne slapped her cheeks with his cock, staining her alabaster skin with the precum clinging to his tip. “There. Much better, don’t you think?” she asked, looking up at him with an impish smile.

“Daphne, I took a potion for an appointment tomorrow night-”

“And?”

“I don’t think you’ll like the effects.”

“Why don’t I be the judge of what I like?” Daphne hummed. She kissed along the length of Harry’s hardening cock, making sure to keep her gaze on him the entire time. He was fully erect by the time she reached the base. Daphne leaned to one side, allowing Susan an unobstructed view of his impressive manhood. “See,” she giggled. “He has no trouble getting it up. And he never yells. He’s nice. Too nice if you ask me.”

“Yes,” Susan rasped. “Very nice.”

Daphne leaned in to kiss him again but was stopped by Harry’s hand on her head. 

“Only hands today,” he ordered.

“Why?!” 

“Because I said so.”

Daphne pouted but pulled away from him. Her thumbs gently massage his sensitive tip, dragging streaks of precum down his length to serve as lubricant. She added a little spit to her hands for good measure, wrapping them around his girth and slowly stroking his shaft.

“M-Merlin…” Harry groaned. His breathing quickened. His cock twitched in her hands, flinging a drop of precum that landed on her lips. Harry watched with wide green eyes as her tongue shot out and lapped it up. 

“H-How is it?” Susan stammered.

“Delicious.” Daphne smacked her lips. “You’ll have to wait your turn. He’s all mine today and on Friday.”

Daphne stroked Harry’s shaft with slow, sensual, methodical pumps. She was in no hurry but the sentiment wasn’t shared by Harry. He buried his hands in her hair and groaned, his cock spilling precum all over her hands. 

“What was the potion?”

“E-excessive cum,” Harry gasped. 

Daphne grinned. “And to think you were going to deny me my fair share,” she whispered. A hand kept stroking his shaft while the other moved to his balls, gently massaging them. “I should punish you for being so selfish, sir. Everything in here is mine.” She applied the barest hint of pressure on his balls. “And it’s going in my belly one way or another.”

Susan whimpered.

“I want you to take it every time you meet me.”

“Are you sure?” Harry groaned loudly as Daphne dragged her nail along the sensitive skin of his manhood. “It’s a lot,” he gasped breathlessly.

“No self-respecting Pureblood girl would reject her partner’s seed.” Daphne angled her head up and stuck her tongue out, flashing Harry a smile. “Give me what’s mine, Harry. I want it all,” she purred.

The teasing was too much for Harry. He erupted with a loud groan, ropes of his thick, warm cum landing on Daphne’s face. Some of it ended up on her tongue or in her mouth but the vast majority of it was deposited on her face or in her hair. She had to close her eyes, her long lashes weighed down by the cum clinging to them. She was covered from forehead to chin with his seed. Every time some of it rolled down her face, she reached out and picked it up with her tongue before it splashed onto the floor. Daphne swallowed with a loud gulp. Susan moaned.

“I-I have to go,” Susan whispered, breathing heavily.

Daphne giggled. She knew exactly why the redhead wanted to leave. And she’d make it clear before Harry got any wrong ideas.

“Don’t forget to set up silencing charms!” Daphne said cheerfully. Her tongue darted out and captured the trickle of cum dangling from the tip of her nose. “The other girls don’t need to hear you cum your brains out.”

“I… I’m not-”

“Why don’t you give her something to fuel her fantasy, sir?” Daphne suggested innocently, cutting Susan off.

Daphne couldn’t see what was happening but the room was soon filled with sounds of kissing, heavy breathing, and soft moans. It was followed soon after by a gentle smack to the ass and embarrassed giggling as the redhead ran out of the classroom.

“Don’t get up until I clean and get dressed.”

“You just like looking at me on my knees. Am I the perfect princess now, daddy?” Daphne giggled. She was in the happy, floaty headspace that only existed after she’d spent time with him. Her eyelashes were weighed down by the cum coating them, making it difficult to open her eyes. The lack of vision only heightened the delightful sense of vulnerability. “Maybe you should teach me how to kneel properly if you’re going to put on a show with your princess.”

“… maybe.”

She didn’t like the guilt lacing his voice. 

“Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“I loved every second of this.”

“I used you.”

“I like to be used. More importantly, I like to be shown off,” Daphne hummed. She swiped her finger across her cheek, popping the cum-laden finger into her mouth to lap up the collected seed. “I’d let you fuck me in the Great Hall if that’s what it takes for them to finally get the message.”

“Language.”

Daphne turned around in Harry’s direction and stuck her tongue out at him. She grinned at the audible groan and tilted her head upward, keeping her lips parted slightly so he could see her swallow. 

“What message? And for whom?”

“Every girl in this castle who looks at you with fuck-me eyes. They need to know you belong to me.”

“I thought you belonged to me, princess.”

“A leash goes both ways, sir.” Daphne used her fingers to wipe some cum off her eyelashes and licked them clean. “Fuck whoever you want but only I get to be your princess.”

“I don’t call anyone else my princess,” Harry said, buttoning up his shirt. He pulled on his boxers and pants, leaving only his cloak, socks, and shoes on the floor. “Only you.”

“Not even Granger?”

“I told you, I don’t feel that way about Hermione.” Harry walked over and kissed her head. His hand gently pressed on her lower back to straighten her posture. He then grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back and making her grab her left arm with her right hand, locking them in place. “There. Now you know how to kneel properly.”

“Is this how you’d like me to greet you every time we meet?” Daphne asked curiously. She wasn’t opposed to it. The vulnerability of the position was something she’d only allow herself to feel with him. She was on her knees, arms locked behind her back with her chest pushed out and slick womanhood on full display. “Is this what you want?”

“What do you want, Daph?”

“I want to please you.” She paused and hesitated. In the end, she was far too deep into subspace to worry about the ramifications of her honesty. “I want to spend more time with you.”

The silence that followed made her want to jump out of the closest window.

“Can you… can you stay the night?” Harry whispered once he was dressed.

Daphne frowned. Harry was clearly struggling with something but even with her limited vision, she could see he was trying to push it down and center her needs. To him, she always seemed to come first. She ignored the pang in her chest at the thought of that and focused on what she could do for her… master? Lover? Man? 

Something. 

She lowered herself on her hands and crawled to her discarded clothes. Digging through the pile while making sure not a drop of his cum was spilled in vain was a slow affair, her efforts punctuated with regular swipes across her skin to pick up dangling droplets of his seed to deposit them on a safer spot on her face.

“You don’t have to,” Harry kept going. “I know today was last minute and this isn’t exactly how the arrangement works. Don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?”

“Hush. I’m trying to find my wand. Please be more considerate when you tear off my clothes in the future.”

Harry chuckled. Her cum-coated lips twitched and she hummed happily.

“How are you this sassy after what we did? Most girls can’t even talk properly.”

“I’m not most girls.” 

“What’re you?”

“I don’t know.” Daphne pulled out her wand and grinned. “I suppose that’s why you’re here. To help me find out.”

Daphne studied her surroundings. There was very little she could work with. The cushions in the cupboards behind Professor Flitwick’s desk were summoned with a lazy flick of her wand. She transfigured her own clothes into two blankets, carefully spreading one on the floor and laying down on it. Her head hit the pillow and she closed her eyes with a soft sigh.

“Come here, Harry.”

Harry obeyed wordlessly. He lay on top of her, his head resting on her soft bosom. Her fingers found his messy black hair and she began to gently massage his scalp. Her free hand patted the floor to her right until she found the spare blanket. She pulled it over them.

“Suck, please? Seems only fair that you have to return the favor,” Daphne murmured. Another content sigh escaped her lips as his teeth clamped on a stiff pink nub and he began to suckle. “I’ve never stayed over with a man before. Well, I’ve never done anything with anyone other than you but this feels particularly intimate.”

“You don’t have to,” Harry said before going back to lavishing attention on her aching nipples.

“I want to. Will you take care of me?” 

“Always.”

She wasn’t used to affection but the truly scary part? She believed him. 

“What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing.”

Daphne tugged on Harry’s hair and growled, “Try again.”

“For someone that belongs to me, you’re bloody demanding,” Harry grunted. He playfully nibbled on her nipple. She groaned and bucked her hips but he was too massive to push off. All she could do was lay there and endure the pleasurable torment.

“You chose the wrong person to be your pet if you wanted a pillow princess, sir.” Daphne licked her tingling lips. The taste of cum still lingered on them. Gods, she suddenly wished it inside her. Would he take her flower if she begged? She could already feel him stirring against her thigh. Unzipped pants, a few thrusts, and a glorious release, and she’d be his forever. “What’s bothering you?”

“It’s my godfather’s birthday,” Harry murmured. 

“Oh.” She was suddenly at a loss for words. She knew the story. Everyone in Wizarding Britain knew Sirius Black’s story by now. “Do you miss him?”

“Every bloody day.” Harry’s voice cracked. “He’d have loved you. I can’t… I can’t lose anyone else because I’m not good enough, Daphne. I can’t lose Ron or Hermione or… you.”

He probably saw half the girls in the castle on a regular basis but the only one he had picked out was her. Daphne’s heart soared.

“I’m right here, sir,” she cooed, gently guiding his lips back to her nipple. “When they come for me after you win the war, I’ll ask to be assigned to you. I’ll happily serve my penance with you for the rest of my life if you’ll have me.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. All you did was get a mark,” Harry muttered. His eyelashes fluttered against her skin as he closed his eyes. “Besides, I’m not even sure I’ll win.”

“That’s the same argument a lot of people made at the end of the first war, daddy. You know this. Capitulation to evil is worthy of punishment by itself,” Daphne whispered. “Why don’t you think you can win? Between the Headmaster and you, I like our chances.”

“Something’s up with Dumbledore. He’s not his old self. As for me…” Harry laughed bitterly. “I can’t even find out what Malfoy is plotting in the castle. How will I outsmart Voldemort? You know the first rule of dueling. It’s a battle of wits, not strength.”

“I could find out what he’s up to and tell you.”

“Absolutely not,” Harry said flatly. He pushed himself up on his elbows, his bright green serious as he looked up at her. “You’re not putting yourself in danger for me.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“I-” Harry groaned and looked at her pleadingly. “Please?”

“I’m in danger just by existing in that House.” Daphne smiled and held up her wrist. “I’m in danger every time I ignore his summons. I’m in danger whether you like it or not, daddy.”

“If he finds out-”

“He won’t do anything. He knows they need me to keep my parents in line. Besides,” she reached out and wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him back into the warmth and comfort of her bosom, “I think I can handle an unskilled ferret if the great Harry Potter himself teaches me how to duel.”

“Are you trying to get me to agree through flattery?”

“Is it working?”

“Not in the slightest,” Harry teased. “Are you sure you can find out what he’s up to?”

“Yes. Enough talk about him. What do you want to do for the rest of the night, daddy?”

“Hold me until I forget the pain of loss and fear of the unknown,” Harry whispered.

Daphne smiled and wrapped her arms around him. 

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Harry had cleaned her up the next morning and sent her back to her House wrapped in his cloak at the crack of dawn with a kiss on her cheek. She had crept back into her bed and pretended like nothing had happened even though her entire world had changed. Harry had spent a night in her arms and nothing could take away her happiness. 

Not even a conversation with Draco Malfoy. She decided the best place to do it was the Great Hall and so she waited in the Common Room until he’d left with his entourage in tow, following them after a few minutes had passed.

Harry had either already eaten breakfast or hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Her eyes scanned the sparsely populated Gryffindor table as she sat down next to Tracey but she could see no sign of him, Granger, or Weasley. 

Daphne ignored the food in front of her, answering Tracey’s questioning look with a shrug. The taste of Harry’s seed still lingered on her lips. She planned to preserve it for as long as possible.

“I’ll eat after I have a chat with Malfoy. Being around him makes me nauseous. I’m not having a conversation with that ferret on a full stomach.”

“Why do you want to talk to him?” 

“It’s just something I have to do.” Daphne pursed her lips. She knew she could easily back out. Harry would understand. Somehow that made her even more determined to see things through. “Trust me on this, please?”

“I always trust you,” Tracey grinned. “If the fucker gives you any trouble, raise your right hand. I’ll march over and jam the closest butter knife up his royal ass.”

“You got it.” Daphne got up and dragged herself over to where Malfoy was sitting. Pansy was on his lap, feeding him grapes. Daphne bit back the urge to gag. “Oi, fuckface,” she said, ignoring Pansy’s presence. 

“You’d better mind your tongue before I cut it off, Greengrass,” Malfoy growled. His nostrils flared and he roughly pushed Pansy off his lap. “What do you want?”

Daphne had presumed that he’d suspect something was wrong if she was suddenly nice to him. She had clearly overestimated his intelligence.

“I just wanted to apologize for missing your summons last night.”

“You’ve ignored them all year.”

“Well.” Daphne took a deep breath. She glanced at the butter knife to her left, debating whether Tracey’s plan had any merit. “I’ve done some self-reflection. I was wrong. Plus that letter from my parents asking me to stop being a disgrace also has something to do with my change of heart,” Daphne said, lying through her teeth. Her parents would probably disown her once they heard about what she was about to do but she reminded her it was for a good cause. Harry needed to know what fuckface was up to. “I’m in. What do you need me to do?”

“What about your best friend?” Pansy sneered. 

Daphne wondered if the girl would be less of a bitch if she got a proper dicking from a real man.

“She’ll learn her place in the new world we’re making. Do you want my help or not?”

Malfoy stayed silent for what felt like an eternity.

“You’ll be summoned sometime tomorrow. Come to that tapestry of a troll on the seventh floor when you are.”

“There’s nothing there,” Daphne said, feigning ignorance. “What’d you want to do in an empty corridor?”

“Don’t ask unnecessary questions,” Malfoy growled. “Just do what you’re told.”

“Fine.” She turned to leave but was stopped by Malfoy’s tutting. “Anything else?” she asked without turning around.

“Yes. You disgraced our House by losing that duel against Potter. Show your commitment to the cause and regain our honor by making sure he ends up in the Hospital Wing sometime between now and tomorrow night.”

Fuck.

Notes:

I spent the past 15 days going through all my stories and making notes on them. While this has delayed my updates significantly, I felt it was important for one very important reason. A lot of my older stories (and your favorites) are touching 100k words now. There are a number of plotlines and I was starting to either forget them or mix up my stories. It made writing new chapters either very painful or outright impossible. Now that I have notes (and will be updating them with every new chapter I write) the process shall be streamlined. I hope you enjoy this chapter!