Chapter 8
Lavender looked nervous as she approached Daphne, who was without Harry. Snape had given Harry some stupid detention over some stupid thing, which meant they had to spend an evening apart. She’d considered getting her own detention for a few minutes so she could stay near him. It could be like their first date all over again. Well actually, they hadn’t ever gone on an official date but it was close enough. But Harry had told her not to and that was that. It wasn’t her right to decide what she wanted to do if Harry wanted something else.
Still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t annoyed. She was supposed to be working on her charms essay, but was actually just debating if she could convince the twins to turn Snape’s hair pink. Who was she kidding, they’d be delighted.
“What?” she snapped, irritated that somebody was interrupting her plotting. It had been three days since the Great Weasley and Granger Fuckup, but this was the first time she had talked with Lavender privately since then.
“I just wanted t-to talk to you about Harry,” Lavender stammered. “But if now is a bad time-”
“It’s not,” Daphne said quickly, already berating herself. What use would Harry have for her if she scared girls for him away? She couldn’t be stupid. “Now is the perfect time.”
“Can I sit down Daph? You don’t mind if I still call you Daph right?”
Daphne frowned. She didn’t think that she said anything that would have Lavender so scared of her. “Of course.”
Lavender took the chair across from Daphne. The library was quiet, nobody was around them. “I know that you and Harry are a thing,” she started. “And you two are just sooo cute, and I totally don’t want to mess that up. It’s just that the last few days I’ve been thinking.” She stopped talking then and a blush started from her neck to creep up over her collar.
“Thinking about what?” Daphne prompted. Oh, this was perfect.
Lavender took a deep breath. “Iwanttobehishunnybunny.”
“What was that?” Daphne knew perfectly well what Lavender had blurted out, she just wanted the other girl to admit it more clearly.
Lavender slowed down a bit, but not much. “I mean he’s just so, you know, he’s Harry and I’m me and I just think he deserves it but I don’t want to mess up what you have.” She managed that in a single breath.
“Oh don’t worry about that,” Daphne said triumphantly. “It makes perfect sense. Harry is a very special wizard, and all special wizards should have a half blood like you to keep their beds warm. I can’t do it anyways, I have to sleep in the Slytherin dorm.” Something she was cursing more every night now.
Lavender frowned a little. “I guess that makes sense?” Oh right, she was probably hung up on the half blood thing. Whatever, she’d get over it.
“Trust me, it does,” Daphne assured her.
“So you’re not mad,” Lavender checked.
“Of course not.” She had set this all up, it’d be pretty stupid to be mad about it. Besides, this was for Harry, what she wanted didn’t matter anyways.
Lavender let out a huge sigh of relief. “That is so awesome. I’ve been holding this in for days but I just felt like I couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Usually I share everything with Parvati, but this felt different, you know?”
Daphne did in fact know why it felt different. “You can always talk to me.”
“This is great, this is so great.” Merlin, she was practically bouncing in her seat. “Do you think I should talk to Harry about it? Should you be there?”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Daphne said. This is why Harry needed her, to keep everyone else in line. Oh, he was going to be so happy with her. Anyone that he wanted, he’d get. He was the fucking best, it just made sense. “If you’re going to be in Harry’s bed every night, you’re going to need to leave your dorm. Do you think you can do that every night without getting caught?”
Lavender frowned. “No. Parvati would definitely notice.”
“Then here’s what you’re going to do,” Daphne said. “Bring Parvati back here in exactly a week, and we can fix her so she doesn’t say anything.” She wanted to give plenty of time to talk to Harry and cancel the plan if he didn’t like it.
Lavender’s eyes got wide. “You aren’t going to hurt her right? I won’t let you hurt her.”
Daphne kept her composure, but inside she was fuming. Who was Lavender to question her and Harry? Well… this was just her, but still. “No, of course not.” That was all up to Parvati. “We’re just going to talk to her. She’ll understand.”
Lavender relaxed. “Oh, ok. That’s fine then.” Of course it was. She stood up and hugged Daphne. “That’s Daph. You’re the best.”
Daphne watched the Gryffindor walk away. The hug had reminded her how much Lavender was packing on her chest. “Harry is a lucky wizard.”
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Daphne nodded her head in satisfaction as Harry answered another question correctly in Transfiguration. Harry’s increased effort and drive was clearly starting to impress the professors. Even Snape had fewer reasons to sneer at him. The professor still did it just as much anyways, but he had fewer reasons for it.
Fellow students had realized as well. Granger, thankfully acting much more normal in public thanks to the contract, was visibly annoyed at being beaten to the answer. She better be annoyed at herself for being so stupid and not angry at Harry.
Daphne didn’t even know what the question was, only that the answer was “Gamp’s Fourth Law of Elemental Transfiguration.” She usually focused very hard on class because Harry didn’t need a stupid girl, unless he wanted one, but sometimes it was hard when he was so close. Ever since the First Task, people at Hogwarts had been affording him more respect, even Slytherins and older years. Now people moved if he wanted a seat, some firsties even asked for his autograph.
Belonging to a great wizard like Harry was fucking great, and knowing that eventually everyone else would too just made that greater. Sometimes, like now, she found herself zoning out, just taking him in. His bright green eyes, messy hair, the scar that pronounced him special. Unique.
Sometimes she could feel his phantom hands moving over her body. They hadn’t gotten a second chance for… activities yet beyond some snogging, which was getting a little frustrating. That didn’t matter though, as long as Harry was happy. She’d be ready whenever he was.
After class was the first chance she had to talk with Harry privately about Lavender. She dragged him away from Ron and Hermione, waving to Tracey that they’d meet up at lunch, into an unused classroom. “What’s so important?” Harry asked her after Daphne cast a silencing charm on the door.
“Do you think that Lavender is pretty?” Daphne asked him.
Harry didn’t miss a beat. “Not as much as you.”
Daphne squealed and launched herself at Harry, locking her lips to hers. He was the best. Somehow she found herself pressed against the wall, her arms around Harry’s neck with one of his lightly gripping the base of her head and another flirting with the waistline of her pants. Daphne moaned and spread her legs slightly to give him better access. Unfortunately, instead of going further, he stepped back. “As brilliant as that was, did you just want to ask me about Lavender?”
Daphne took a second to compose herself and remember where she was at. Lavender. Harry’s harem. “Lavender came to talk to me yesterday, while you were in detention. She’s obsessed with you.” Not like she was judging.
“Because you confounded her.” Harry sounded amused.
“Yes. I told her to bring Parvati to talk in a week. Then, because Hermione is already your follower, you’ll have the entirety of the fourth year Gryffindor girl’s dorm.”
To her surprise, Harry didn’t seem very enthusiastic about the idea. “I don’t need a harem, I need to focus on learning more magic and winning the tournament.”
Well, that wasn’t an explicit no. “You need followers.”
Harry nodded. “Of course. But a harem is extra work.”
“Am I extra work?” Now Daphne was getting worried. Was she making things harder for Harry?”
He shook his head. “But you belong to me. You don’t need anything. Lavender isn’t like that.”
Daphne let out a sigh of relief. “Then if Lavender and Parvati belonged to you too, it wouldn’t be a problem?”
Harry considered that for a moment. “That would be fine.”
“Then just make it happen,” Daphne finished triumphantly, pleased to have worked out the situation.
“How?”
“The same way I belong to you,” Daphne said.
Harry thought about that too. “I think you’ve always been mine.”
Daphne had a pleasant tingle go through her at the way Harry said “mine.” She couldn’t think of a single day when she wasn’t Harry’s and then she was, so Harry must be right. They were born like this. Then why did they barely interact before this year? Whatever, it wasn’t important. “Just confound them.”
“You’ve already confounded Lavender, and I’ve confounded Parvati,” Harry pointed out. “Do I need to do it again?”
“They should already be yours anyway,” Daphne argued. “We’re just fixing them. And we need them to sign the contract too.”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think they’re broken.”
“Why not?”
“Because Lavender and Parvati aren’t like you,” Harry explained. “You’re whatever I want.” Most girls would slap a boy for saying that and walk out of their life, but Daphne just glowed at the reminder of how dedicated she was. “Other people are their own person. Mild confounding is obviously okay, but we aren’t trying to change their entire personalities.”
“Oh Harry,” Daphne said. He was such a sweetheart sometimes. She was absolutely trying to change entire personalities. Other people didn’t know what was best for them. “You’re a powerful wizard. Anything you can take belongs to you. Just look at Dumbledore.”
Harry frowned. “I don’t think Dumbledore has a harem.”
“Well that’s his mistake.” Best for everyone else though, Daphne didn’t need to see an army of old crones around Hogwarts. McGonagall was enough. “But look at all the positions he holds. Headmaster, Supreme Mugwump, Head of the ICW. Even Malfoy and the Minister can barely get any legislation through if Dumbledore doesn’t like it. And he’s determined Britain’s foreign policy for decades.”
“That’s true,” Harry conceded. “So you think we should confound Lavender and Parvati again?”
“Can’t you just imagine them together?” Daphne prompted.
“Yes,” Harry said without hesitation or change of tone. “The contrast while scissoring.”
That was a powerful image. Was Daphne bi? Maybe she just liked whatever Harry liked. That would be helpful. “And wouldn’t your life be easier with more people like me? More people you can trust totally.” Granger and Weasley sure proved they couldn’t pass that test with their screw ups.
“Not exactly like you. You’re not confounded.”
“It’s close enough,” Daphne said.
“I’ll think about it,” Harry conceded. “Don’t go and do anything yet.”
“Ok.” Hopefully Harry wouldn’t take too long deciding. Hermione, Tracey, Lavender, Parvati, might as well add Padma at that point, Cho, Fleur was mentioned once so her fate was sealed. Shoot! The foreigners were only close for the rest of the year, would they be better to target the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students? The possibilities if Harry managed to confound Krum were endless.
Harry interrupted her thoughts. “Right now, the only person I can think about is you.” He stepped close, so Daphne was once again pushed against the wall. Her breath hitched. “Dress yourself up for me and then go to the Room of Requirement. I’ll be there soon.” He was gone before she could respond.
Daphne rushed to the Slytherin dorms, desperate to reach her closet. Should she go with the Quidditch uniform again? Or maybe the scarlet lingerie she ordered. Or, nothing. Unfortunately, disaster struck.
“We need to have a talk Greengrass.”
Daphne reluctantly turned to face Malfoy, who wasn’t at lunch for some reason. “About what?”
“Potter.” Malfoy took several steps forward, probably thinking that he looked threatening. Crabbe and Goyle weren’t present, most likely scarfing food down. In fact, the only other student in the common room was a seventh year, ignoring the younger year students. “What information do you have?”
She sneered. “For you? Nothing.”
Malfoy sneered back. “Remember who you’re talking to.”
“Oh I do,” Daphne said. “The person who has never gotten a single thing out of Potter, ever. I don’t report to you.”
Now Malfoy really got in her face. “My father-”
“Is not you,” Daphne said as she pushed him back. “And until he dies, you don’t get his money.”
“I will write him,” Malfoy threatened.
“Go ahead. I have better things to do than talk to you,” Daphne said. Valuable time had been lost.
To her dismay, Harry was already in the Room when she arrived. “I told you to be waiting,” he said.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Malfoy wanted to talk.”
“About what?”
“You. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell him anything.” Of course she didn’t.
“Does Slytherin still think that you’re some sort of spy?” Harry asked.
“I think so,” Daphne said. She’d long stopped caring what her housemates thought. They didn’t matter.
“You know what, I don’t care right now,” Harry declared. Daphne looked around the room and realized she recognized it. Despite only being there one time, one did not forget the Headmaster’s office at Hogwarts easily.
“Does Dumbledore know we’re here?” Daphne joked.
Harry, who had been leaning back on what is the Headmaster’s desk in the real room, pushed off it and walked forward. “This is your fault, you know.”
“Mine?”
“I asked for a room to meet you. It gave me this.” Now he was close enough to put a hand under Daphne’s chin. “You’ve been filling my head with all sorts of ideas.”
Daphne fluttered her eyelashes in false innocence. “Like becoming the Headmaster?”
Harry shook his head. “Just becoming as powerful as Dumbledore in general.”
“You will be,” Daphne promised. “The professors can already see it. You’ll rule the world.”
“And when that happens, what will you be?” Harry asked.
“Yours.”
Harry smiled and traced a line across her throat. Daphne lifted her chin to give him easier access. “I should get a collar for you.”
A permanent reminder of him. That sounded wonderful. “Charm it invisible to anyone else,” she suggested. “That way we don’t get annoying questions and bad press coverage.” Those would just make Harry’s life more difficult.
Harry slid her Hogwarts robes off her shoulders and Daphne stepped out of them. Underneath was nothing but matching lacy bra and thong, Gryffindor scarlet. “Do you like it?” Daphne did a quick twirl to show everything, trying to calm her pounding heart. He already said he liked her body. This was what she wanted.
Harry turned her around again and roughly grabbed both asscheeks, making her squeal. A loud SMACK rang out, and Daphne gasped with shock. Harry gently rubbed where he had spanked her. “I’m sorry, was that too hard?”
“Of course not,” Daphne quickly said. “Do whatever you want.”
That was enough for Harry, who smacked her again, this time on the right instead of the left. Whereas before he focused on her breasts, now he seemed endlessly entertained by her ass. The thong barely covered anything, leaving most of her asscheeks bare for his viewing pleasure. Eventually he turned her back around again and captured her lips with his.
“Like what you see?” Daphne asked when she could talk again.
“I love everything about you,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
“Imagine when it’s more than just me,” Daphne said. She could see it already, an army of women crafted to suit his needs, his desires, his pleasures. Of course men would be necessary too, just not useful in as many ways.
“Right now all I can see is you,” Harry said.
Daphne pushed out her chest so it rubbed against Harry’s robes and drew his eyes. “I’ll always be yours.”
“You’ll never be allowed to leave me,” he promised. “We’re a team.” He flicked her nipple, visibly stiff through the bra.
Life was pretty perfect.