Saviour of Magic

A New Ally

The next morning, Harry woke up, feeling a weight on his body. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see Daphne sleeping next to him, with an arm and leg wrapped around him, her head on his chest. He paused and wondered why he wasn't freaking out by the close contact, but on a subconscious level, Harry knew that he had become quite comfortable with Daphne. He didn't mind this at all. He looked at her sleeping face and couldn't help but smile. She looked so peaceful and angelic and he didn't have the heart to wake her. He slowly stroked her dark blonde hair as he watched her sleep.

Five minutes later, Daphne stirred, feeling quite good and rejuvenated. She cuddled closer for warmth as she enjoyed Harry's fingers stroking her hair. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. Oh, Merlin, she was supposed to get up before Harry regained consciousness! She didn't know if he would be comfortable with this. She didn't want to leave him alone last night so she had simply climbed into bed with him. Daphne hesitantly looked up into the smiling face of her fiancé.

"Good morning," whispered Harry as he stroked her face with his fingers. "Comfortable?"

"Ahem – I was, you know –"

"I don't know about you, but I'm very comfortable."

"Are you really?" smiled Daphne.

"Oh, yes," Harry murmured as he nuzzled his face against hers. "I wouldn't mind being here all day. Do you have any idea how much I missed you?"

"You missed me?" she teased good-naturedly. "What are you saying, Potter? Do you actually feel something? I thought you were made of ice."

"Only for you, Greengrass," Harry chuckled, hugging her tightly. He couldn't help but want to keep her close. Her sweet scent was intoxicating. Daphne soon interrupted the silence.

"Why did you go down to the Chamber, Harry? You could have gotten someone to help you and –"

But she was cut off as Harry pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly. Their lips brushed each other for several seconds.

"I couldn't stand the fact that you were attacked," said Harry honestly. "I wanted revenge. I wasn't thinking straight, I admit. But it all worked out in the end, didn't it?"

"Doesn't discount the fact that you nearly died, you idiot," Daphne hissed angrily. "You should have –"

But she was interrupted when Harry kissed her again. "I'll keep doing that until you stop being mad at me."

"I should be mad at you more often," said Daphne, flushing as she buried her face in his chest.

"I'm planning on showing the memory of what happened there in the Great Hall, in front of everyone," said Harry quietly. "I doubt the staff will stop me, but if we encounter resistance, can you help me?"

"Of course," she smiled at him. "What are best friends for?"

"I think you are turning into something more than just a friend, Daph."

"Why, Potter, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" asked Daphne, her lips quirking in a teasing smirk.

Harry smirked. "Doesn't being betrothed make us skip that part?"

"Who cares? So, again – are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Daphne, will you marry me?" asked Harry cheekily.

"You've already asked me that and I said yes by wearing this ring," Daphne sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "You're so frustrating!"

"Alright, alright! Daphne Greengrass, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend? Not that you have much of a choice, but still ..."