Harry Helps Daphne - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A few days after the Yule Ball, Harry was sitting in the Great Hall chatting and laughing with Hermione as he waited for Daphne to arrive. The Professors were allowing the students to make an unscheduled trip into Hogsmeade today, and he was looking forward to spending time outside of the castle with his girlfriend. Glancing down the table, he saw Ron sitting with Seamus and Dean, occasionally looking over to glare at Hermione. He had been acting like a real ass this year, and he was getting worried that this might be the end of their friendship. The way he was treating Harry and Hermione for their choices in dates to the Ball was ridiculous and childish. Still, as angry as he was, he hoped Ron would be able to grow up and be a good friend again.

“So, how are things with Krum?” Harry asked, taking a bite out of a rasher of bacon.

“They’re fine, we decided to just stay friends.” She told him.

“Really? I thought you said you had a good time with him at the Ball.” He said, looking at her curiously.

“I did, but, well, we really don’t have that much in common.” She said, pausing for a moment. “He likes to watch me read. It’s actually pretty annoying.”

Harry blinked at her before chuckling quietly. Hermione tried to give him a reproachful look, but he saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards. She resorted to kicking him lightly under the table.

“Shut up, Harry.” She told him, looking down to hide a smile.

“Harry.” A familiar voice called from behind him.

He smiled as he turned around, only for it to fall a moment later when he saw the look on Daphne’s face. She was doing her best to look emotionless, but he could see the devastated look in her eyes and the slight shaking in her hands.

“What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly.

“We need to talk.” She said simply.

Before he could try to get more out of her, she turned on her heel and marched out of the Great Hall. Harry exchanged a heavy look with Hermione as he stood up and jogged out of the Hall to catch up with her.

“Daphne, are you okay?” He asked when he caught up to her in the Entrance Hall.

“Not here.” She told him, grabbing the sleeve of his robe and pulling him down the hall.

They walked a short distance before she yanked open the door to the first broom cupboard they passed and pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Lucius Malfoy called in the debt to my father. He signed the Marriage Contract last night.” She told him in a dead, monotone voice.

Harry felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He felt the blood leave his face, sweat beaded on his forehead and his hand shook.

“What?” He asked in a quiet, choked voice.

“I’m sorry.” Daphne said, a tear falling down her cheek as she tried her best not to show any emotion on her face.

“Daphne-”

Before he could say anymore, she grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him desperately, her hot tears staining his cheeks. As quickly as it started, she broke the kiss and hugged him tightly, her chin on his shoulder and her mouth right next to his ear.

“Thank you, for everything. I love you, Harry Potter.” She whispered in a trembling voice.

Suddenly, she pushed him back, knocking him off balance and darted out of the door, slamming it shut behind her. Harry got his feet under him and ran for the door, only to find it locked. He fumbled with his wand as he desperately tried to get it out and unlock the door. Throwing it open, her ran out into the hall and skidded to a stop, looking around frantically. There was no sign of her, she was gone.

He cursed, fighting back tears. After a moment of indecision, he ran back to the Great Hall, praying that Hermione could help him.

“I’m sorry, Harry, but I don’t know what we can do.” Hermione told him a few minutes later, after he explained everything.

Harry dropped his head into his hands, his shock and sadness giving way to anger and frustration.

“Don’t give up yet.” She told him, rubbing his back soothingly. “We’ll do some research in the library. Maybe Snuffles will have some ideas.”

“Snuffles.” Harry said, perking up as he remembered his plan to meet with his Godfather today. “You’re right. Come on, let’s go.”

“Harry, we’re not supposed to meet him for another three hours.” Hermione told him in exasperation.

“Then we’ll look for him until he shows up.” He said determinedly, standing from his seat.

Hermione sighed, but grabbed her bag and followed him as he marched quickly out of the castle. After a carriage ride that seemed to take far longer than normal, Harry hopped out before it even came to a stop and strode quickly through the village to the stile at the end of the road. Behind him, Hermione struggled to keep up with his long strides, leaving her panting by the time she caught up with him. Harry paced around the stile agitatedly, looking around and into the bushes, desperately looking for any sign of Sirius.

“Snuffles!” He called out in a harsh whisper.

“Harry, I know you’re upset, but you just have to be-”

Bark!

“Patient.” Hermione finished with a sigh.

“Snuffles!” Harry exclaimed, rushing to hug the enormous black dog around the neck. “We need to talk, now.”

Sirius cocked his head to the side and let out a short, questioning whine. Turning around, he darted off to a small foot trail between two bushes and turned back to look at Harry and Hermione. Following him down the trail, the two humans had a much harder time snaking their way through the old, overgrown trail than the four-legged felon, who easily slipped passed the bushes and branches in the way. Walking down the trail for a couple of minutes, they came to a rock covered hill that Sirius was easily able to scamper up, turning around to sit and bark as Harry helped Hermione up the hill. When they got half way up, he realized Sirius was leading them into a cave entrance that was little bigger than a crack in the stone.

Ducking down, Harry slipped into the cave and held out his hand to help Hermione in before turning around and lighting his wand. The first thing he noticed, was the large white and grey Hippogriff staring at him with narrowed eyes, causing Hermione to gasp in surprise next to him. Still holding her hand, he bowed to Buckbeak, tugging on her hand to get her to do the same. Thankfully, Buckbeak bowed back quickly and approached, sniffing both of them. Patting him on the neck, Harry looked around for Sirius, and found him standing a few steps back, looking thin and dirty, but his eyes were brighter and he was smiling.

“Sirius.” Harry whispered, rushing to hug his Godfather tightly. “Sirius, I need your help.”

“Easy there, Kiddo.” Sirius said, putting his hands on Harry’s shoulders and holding him at arm's length. “What’s wrong?”

After spending several minutes explaining the entire situation to Sirius, he started pacing back and forth across the rocky floor of the cave, stroking his mustache as he thought.

“Um, Sirius, you’re not living here, are you?” Hermione asked cautiously.

“Huh? Oh, yes, I am. I want to be close incase Harry needs me. I really don’t like the idea of him being in this tournament.” He told her.

Harry felt a pang of guilt for being so concerned about his own life, that he didn’t take the time to think about Sirius. Looking closer at him, he realized he really did look tired and skinny.

“Sirius, how do you get food?” Harry asked.

“I scrounge what I can. Plus, there’s always plenty of rats for me to catch as Padfoot.” He said, a feral grin stretched across his face.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a worried look.

“We could bring you some food.” Hermione offered.

“No!” Sirius said forcefully. “Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous for you to be sneaking out of the castle right now, and it’ll draw too much attention.”

Harry sighed, disappointed he wouldn’t have an excuse to sneak out and see Sirius, but he could admit he was right. Sirius and Hermione both started pacing as they were lost in thought, oddly in sync. Harry walked over to Buckbeak and sat down, leaning against his side as he stroked his feathers.

“I got it!” Hermione and Sirius exclaimed at the same time a couple of minutes later.

Harry laughed at they stared at each other, dumbfounded.

“Ladies first.” Sirius said, gesturing with his hand and giving her a smile.

“Harry, what about Dobby? Couldn’t he bring Sirius some food?” Hermione asked excitedly.

“Er, I could ask.” Harry said with a shrug. “Dobby!”

POP

Dobby appeared in the middle of the cave, a wide smile on his face.

“Yes, Harry Potter-AH!” Dobby screamed, staring in horror from Buckbeak to Sirius Black.

“It’s okay, Dobby. Their friends. Sirius is innocent.” Harry said, putting a calming hand on his tiny shoulder.

“Y-Yes Harry P-Potter, sir.” He squeaked, his eyes, if possible, even wider than normal.

“Dobby.” Hermione called to him as she moved to kneel down in front of him, her tone soft and comforting. “Sirius is innocent, he was framed by Peter Pettigrew. Until we catch him, Sirius has to stay hidden. Do you think you could bring him food from the castle?”

“Yes, miss.” Dobby said, nodding eagerly before disappearing with a pop.

Seconds later, there was another pop and Dobby appeared in the cave, teetering as he carried a silver tray overflowing with all kinds of food. An apple fell off the top, rolling to land in front of Buckbeak who sniffed it and huffed. Sirius rushed forward with a hungry look on his face. Grabbing the tray, he sat down on the spot and ripped a roast chicken in half with his hands, throwing half to Buckbeak while he gorged himself on the other.

“Thank you, Dobby.” Hermione said gratefully.

Sharing a look with her, she shrugged before sitting down across from Sirius. Sighing, Harry did the same, waiting anxiously for him to finish eating. After several minutes of watching his Godfather stuff himself with a truly incredible amount of food, Sirius sat back and patted his stomach, a contented look on his gaunt face.

“Sirius?” Harry asked, unable to hold his tongue any longer.

“Hm? Oh, right. I think I might know a way you can help you little girlfriend.” He said with a lopsided smile.

“How?” Harry asked excitedly.

“Right, listen up. Here’s what you do...”

Several hours later, Harry and Hermione made their way back to the castle and sat down at the Gryffindor table, waiting, impatiently in Harry’s case, for their opportunity. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for Malfoy, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle, to walk up to them, swaggering with a smug smirk on his face.

“Potter!” Malfoy called out loudly, drawing the attention of every student within earshot for the inevitable confrontation.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” He asked, fighting the desire to stand up and curse him until he was nothing but a pile of goo on the floor.

“Heard you lost your girlfriend.” He said smugly as Crabbe and Goyle laughed cruelly.

“Really? That’s not the way I’d put it.” Harry replied in a cool tone, clenching his fists tightly under the table.

“Just admit it, Potter.” Malfoy sneered. “The better man won.”

“Better man?” Harry asked derisively. “Malfoy, the only way you could get a girl was by getting daddy to force her into a contract with you.”

Malfoy scowled at him as the students around them whispered furiously to one another. Just as he opened his mouth to retort, Harry jumped in before he could.

“Just like the only way you could get on the Quidditch team was to buy your way on. And just like the only way you ran to Filch after challenging me to a duel. You’ve never beaten me at anything.” Harry said with a smirk.

Malfoy glared at him venomously, his cheeks pink as many of the Gryffindors around them laughed, particularly Ron.

“I can beat you anytime, anywhere, Potter.” He growled angrily.

“Prove it.” Harry told him.

He knew he had Malfoy as soon as he started looking around at the large number of students listening to their conversation. There was no way he could walk away from this without looking weak, something his pride would never allow.

“Fine. Meet me in the East courtyard at midnight.” Malfoy said with a glare.

“What, so you can run off to Filch like last time?” Harry asked scathingly.

“And what do you suggest, Potter? Dueling isn’t allowed in school.” He sneered.

“Honor duels are.” Harry said.

There was more loud whispering from the students watching them. It had been quite a long time since Hogwarts had seen an honor duel. Malfoy scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I have no reason to challenge you to an honor duel, Potter. I’m not the one that had my girlfriend stolen.” He said with a smirk, Crabbe and Goyle laughing behind him.

“Really? Huh, I thought you’d be more upset that I kissed your betrothed this morning. Well, I suppose it’d be more accurate to say she kissed me, but I didn’t exactly put up a fight.” Harry said, smiling as he watched the pale boy’s face redden in anger.

Around them, the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs that were listening had a mixed reaction of gasps and laughter. Harry knew there was no way Malfoy could walk away after that sort of humiliation. He’d thought Sirius was crazy with this plan, but it was shocking how easily it was working.

“Fine! Potter, I challenge you to an honor duel.” Malfoy yelled with his fists clenched in fury at his sides.

“I accept, which means I get to set the terms.” Harry said with a smirk. “If I win, I get the marriage contract with Daphne-”

Malfoy interrupted him with a loud scoff.

“Please, you don’t have anything worth what that contract cost.” He said derisively.

“Actually, I do.” Harry said smugly. “My Firebolt.”

There were more gasps and chattering around them, and a greedy gleam entered Malfoy’s eyes. Harry knew he had him then. Not only was it a Firebolt, it was Harry Potter’s Firebolt. He could practically see Malfoy imagining winning the Quidditch cup while riding his rivals’ broom to victory. His eyes glittered maliciously and a nasty, slimy smirk stretched across his face.

“You’re on, Potter.” He said excitedly.

Harry stood up, stepped over the bench seat, and marched up to the Head table.

“Where are you going, Potter? Potter!” Malfoy yelled.

Harry ignored him and continued walking up to the Head table to stand right in front of the Professor Flitwick.

“Professor, do you have a moment?” He asked, his hands trembling with nerves and anticipation.

“Of course, Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?” The tiny professor squeaked.

“Malfoy just challenged me to an honor duel, and I accepted. I was hoping you would officiate for us.” Harry said.

“Do you really think that’s necessary, Harry?” Professor Dumbledore asked from a couple of seats down.

“Absolutely.” He said without hesitation, staring into the Headmaster’s twinkling blue eyes, willing him to understand.

Relief flooded him a few seconds later when Dumbledore sighed and nodded. Turning back to Flitwick, he looked at him pleadingly.

“I would be honored to, Mr. Potter.”

Harry sighed, his shoulders sagging in relief, this was going to work.

“Thank you, Professor.” He said gratefully.

“You’re quite welcome. When and where will the duel be taking place?” He asked, bouncing in his seat excitedly.

“I was hoping we could do it right after dinner in the Great Hall, if that’s okay?” Harry asked.

“I don’t see a problem with it.” Flitwick said, looking to Dumbledore to see if he had any objection.

Dumbledore nodded, “Very well.”

“Excellent! Then I shall see you and Mr. Malfoy after dinner. Please make sure to have whatever it is your dueling over before then.” Flitwick said.

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” Harry said, turning and heading back to his table.

After giving a disgruntled looking Malfoy the news, Harry rushed upstairs to get his broom. It was a long, torturous wait for dinner to end for Harry. Several of his friends and even some students he hardly knew came over to wish him luck. At the Slytherin table, several students, including the Quidditch team, were celebrating as if Malfoy had already won. He looked around for Daphne, but he didn’t see her. Her best friend Tracy and sister Astoria were missing as well. Mercifully, dinner finally came to an end.

Professor Flitwick moved three of the house tables out of the way and used the Ravenclaw table as a dueling stage. All around it, students from all houses, and all schools were gathered to watch. To his side, Hermione was rattling off last minute advice as fast as she could. Harry tuned her out, focusing on his own plan. He wasn’t just going to beat Malfoy for this, he was going to humiliate him. Fleur came up to him, hugging and kissing him on the cheek to wish him luck. Just as Flitwick finished setting up the stage, Astoria and Tracey came in, dragging Daphne between them. She looked at him questioningly, and Harry did his best to smile at her. Given her suddenly worried look, it didn’t come off as reassuring as he thought.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, if you could both come here, we’ll go over the rules.” Flitwick called out. “Now then, as this is an honor duel, by law, we will be using the standard International Confederation of Dueling rules. All spells that are legal can be used, and the duel will continue until one of you is knock out of bounds, is rendered unable to continue, or submits to their opponent. Any questions?”

“No, sir.” Harry said, while Malfoy shook his head.

“Alright gentlemen, give me what you’re putting up for the duel and take your places.” Flitwick instructed.

Harry handed over his broom, while Malfoy reluctantly handed over the contract. Both climbed onto the stage and stood facing each other. Harry stared at him with a determined, calm look, while Malfoy held himself in an arrogant pose, a sneer on his lips.

“Bow.” Flitwick said.

The two teens barely tipped forward at the waist. Harry tightened his grip on his wand and tensed his muscles, ready to move the moment the signal was given. The Hall was silent, waiting in eager anticipation as Flitwick held his wand aloft. Suddenly, Malfoy lunged forward, his wand twirling.

“Stupefy!” He shouted.

Harry stood perfectly still, his eyes locked with Malfoy’s as the sparkling red spell whizzed past his head, ruffling his hair as it missed by millimeters.

“Halt!” Flitwick shouted. “Mr. Malfoy, you need to wait for my signal. This is your first and only warning. If it happens again, I will have no choice but to disqualify you. Is that understood?”

Malfoy huffed and glared at Flitwick for a moment before locking eyes with Harry once again. Raising his wand aloft again, pausing for a moment to glance at Harry and Malfoy to make sure they were ready. Three heart beats later, red sparks shot out of his wand.

“Stupefy!” Malfoy shouted.

Another sparkling red spell flashed past Harry head, this time even further away. He ignored it, instead marching forward with a quick, determine stride. Malfoy walked forward too, a couple more spells leaping from the tip of his wand.

“Expelliarmus! Stupefy!” Malfoy yelled.

The first spell went wide, but Harry was forced to defend himself from the second. Raising his wand, he slapped it aside with negligent flick, continuing to march forward. Malfoy sent out three more spells, each of which Harry easily defended against, still not saying a word. As he drew closer, Malfoy’s eyes took on a nervous look, taking half a step back.

“Bombarda!” He shouted, his voice trembling.

Wordlessly, Harry threw up a transparent, blue shimmering shield. There was a loud thud followed by a rumble as the spell exploded against his shield, obscuring his view with smoke and a flash of flames. With a swipe of his wand, he blew away the smoke, giving him a clear view of Malfoy’s frightened face. By now, he was only feet away from reaching him.

Malfoy leveled his wand, taking another half step back as his hand began to tremble. Harry faked a sharp movement to the right, causing Malfoy to swing his wand in that direction and making his spell go wide. Rushing forward with three quick steps, he grabbed Malfoy’s wand hand in his free hand, aiming it away just as another Stunning spell shot from the tip. Clenching his fist tightly around his wand, Harry’s right hand shot forward, colliding painfully with his jaw.

Malfoy fell backwards and landed on his back with a loud thud, his eyes wide with shock and unfocused from the pain. Before he could move, Harry stepped on his hand, still clutching his wand, stopping him from moving his hand or even releasing his wand. Malfoy grunt in pain as Harry put most of his body weight onto his hand, looking up at him with terror filled eyes as he aimed his wand right between his eyes.

“No, please, please.” Malfoy whimpered quietly.

The tip of Harry’s wand glowed a menacing red, spitting and sputtering with angry red sparks.

“I yield! I yield!” Malfoy cried, closing his eyes and throwing up his free hand to protect himself.

“The duel is over! Your winner, Harry Potter.” Flitwick announced.

Harry lowered his wand, giving Malfoy a disgusted look. Just as Harry collect his broom and the contract from Professor Flitwick, who shook his hand excitedly in congratulations, Daphne crashed into him, his long blonde hair whipping his face.

“You did it!” She cheered.

Harry dropped his broom and pushed her back just far enough to kiss her hand on the lips. Around them, there was loud cheering for the students who had been watching.

“He cheated!” Harry heard Malfoy yell.

Breaking the kiss, Harry and Daphne turned to look at him.

“Do you have proof, Mr. Malfoy.” Flitwick asked.

“He hit me! You can’t use Muggle dueling, it’s against the rules.” Malfoy yelled, sounding like a spoiled child.

“You are partially correct. It’s against the rules to win by means of a physical strike from a witch or wizard.” Flitwick said, causing Malfoy to look at him smugly. “However, Mr. Potter’s strike was not what ended the duel, it was your surrender that ended it. What Mr. Potter did was completely legal according to the rules.”

Malfoy screamed in anger and stomped away, shoving his way through the laughing and jeering crowd. Harry smiled in relief and opened the scroll in his hand. He didn’t trust Malfoy to not try and give him a fake contract. Reading through it, it looked real enough, but one thing seemed wrong.

“Why does it have my name on it?” He asked Daphne.

She looked down at the contract in his hands and read through it, a relieved smile stretching her lips.

“The magic of the contract has recognized you as having won the duel.” She told him.

Harry smiled back at her, pulling her in for another brief kiss before they were interrupted by people coming to congratulate them. It took several minutes for the two of them to slip away and make their way towards the seventh floor.

“So, what do you want to do with this?” Harry asked, handing her the contract.

Daphne took it from him and turned it in her hands with a thoughtful look on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and walked over to one of the torches on the walls. Holding the scroll of parchment up to it, she set it on fire, watching with a satisfied grin as it burned to ash. Harry smiled and took her hand as she dropped it, letting what little remained flutter to the floor where she stomped on it, grinding it with the ball of her foot. Tugging on her hand, Harry led her down the hall and up the stairs to the seventh floor where they entered the Room of Requirement. The moment they entered, Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his lips when the broke apart.

“I wasn’t going to let that little prick take you away from me that easily.” Harry said with a cheeky smile.

“I’m going to have to think of something really special to thank you for this. But, for tonight, I want you all to myself.” She said, sliding her hand up into his hair and pulling him in for another kiss.

A short while later, she pulled back, her bright blue eyes sparkling.

“Take me to bed.” She said in a quiet, seductive voice.

Harry wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted her up, carrying her over to the large bed behind him. The moment he set her down, while they were still kissing, she began rapidly pulling off both of their clothes until both of them were naked, their clothes strewn across the floor around the bed. Daphne crawled on top of him, kissing her way down his chest until she reached his rigid length. Wrapping her lips around the head, she bobbed up and down on his length, gradually going lower each time. Gathering her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head to hold it out of the way so he could watch her. Harry let out a groan as she took him deeply into her mouth and into the tight, gripping confines of her throat. Thanks to the amount of practice she had had lately, Daphne hardly gagged or coughed as she took him to the hilt.

Her movements were long and slow, starting at the head and moving down, swallowing the entire length of his swollen cock before pulling back up to start again. After a short while, she took him to the base and held there while maintaining eye contact with a smoky, lust filled gaze. When she finally pulled up, she pulled all the way off of him and tucked her knees under her as she wrapped her large, soft breasts around his slick shaft, squeezing them around him tightly. The warm, smooth skin of her breasts slid up and down his spit covered length as she sucked on the head, her tongue swirling around him. Harry hissed as her tongue flicked over his tip, quickly being driven to his peak by what she was doing.

Just as he thought that, she released him and crawled up his body, kissing along the way with a playful smile on her lips. Harry growled at her right before she kissed him on the lips and pressed her hot, wet slit against the top of his erection.

“I’m not letting you cum anywhere but inside me tonight.” She whispered against his lips.

Daphne raised herself up and angle his cock up, aiming it at her entrance. Both of them moaned in unison as she lowered herself onto him, his cock sliding easily into her smooth, wet pussy. Taking him to the hilt, she settled on top of him, pressing her hands to his chest for support. As she began bouncing on him, Harry slid his hands up her stomach to grab her breasts, cupping and massaging them, his thumbs running over her hard, swollen nipples. Daphne got into a smooth steady rhythm, her wide, round ass bouncing off of his thighs as she descended. Sliding one of his hands down to her hip, Harry pulled her down and bucked up into her in his desperate desire the orgasm he had been denied earlier. It didn’t take him long to get there, his rigid cock swelling and pulsing as he filled her with numerous jets of hot cum.

Daphne ground herself down on him, swirling her hips while deliberately tightening her walls on his throbbing shaft. When he was done, his body sagging, she leaned forward and kissed him languidly. In minutes, Harry was hard again, rolling them both over so that he was on top. She moaned into his mouth as he began thrusting into her, a squelching noise coming from between their bodies. Harry hooked his arms under her, grabbing her by the shoulders and using that as leverage to slam into her hard and fast. Daphne threw her head back, a long low moan escaping her open mouth. Sucking hard on her neck, he was determined to leave his mark on her, as if claiming her for anyone to see.

Daphne’s body trembled as she neared her climax, her arms and legs tightening around him as he drilled into her. Her walls spasmed around him, massaging his length as she came. Her voice trembling as she gasped and moaned. Harry slammed into her even harder, chasing his second orgasm of the night. As she came down from her climax, Daphne stroked the back of his head while dirty things into his ear, begging for him to go faster and harder, and for him to fill her even more. Thrusting frantically, Harry hit his peak, painting her walls a second time and filling her to the point of overflowing. She moaned contentedly, stroking his back lightly with her long nails.

When his orgasm was over, Harry rolled onto his back, pulling Daphne against his chest and holding her tightly, protectively.

“Harry?” She asked.

“Hm?”

“What girls are you interested in?” She asked with a mischievous look.