With a flash of white light the two teens, Harry and Daphne, appeared on the seventh floor corridor directly opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.
Daphne pulled away and said, "May I choose the location?"
"This is all about you, Daphne," he replied. "You can have whatever you want."
Again she smiled at him as he moved out of the way to let her pace.
When the door appeared, she gave a little squeal of excitement. Ever the gentleman, Harry beat her to the door, opened it and ushered her inside.
As he stepped in it was to find himself in the front foyer of what appeared to be a large manor home. He immediately recognised it as the Greengrass manor.
"This is just like Green Fields," she happily sighed. "At least, this is the manor without all the portraits, house elves and the like.
"Hermione told me how you called up a replica of Pottermore for her first time and I thought that was a nice idea. I hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all," he replied, closing the door and walking further in. "As I said, tonight is all about you."
After a dinner prepared by Dobby and Betsy, who had both again thrown up a notice-me-not field over the 'front' door, Daphne gave him a tour of the place.
As the tour came to an end, she was clearly nervous. Harry wrapped her in his arms and said, "You'll get no pressure from me, Daphne. Whenever you want to end this, just say so."
"No," she firmly replied. "I want this. " That seemed to be enough to settle her again as she led him deeper into the manor and back to 'her' room.
Walking in she paused a moment and asked, "Can you... get the bed ready, while I freshen up?"
"Of course," he nodded.
Daphne went into what was clearly a copy of her personal ensuite and, just before she closed the door, turned back and nervously asked, "Can you... be in bed and ready for me for when I come out?"
"As my lady commands," he gently said, with a small bow.
She smiled back and closed the door.
When she came out only ten minutes later, Harry was reclined on the bed with only a single sheet on. The rest of the bedding was folded at the foot of the bed. The sheet would have been there, too, if he didn't think seeing his naked body as soon as she stepped out of the ensuite might have panicked her.
However, while Daphne wasn't naked, she was dressed somewhat similar to how Fleur had dressed for that... ceremony and her first time with him. As she moved closer, he could see that her outfit was quite similar to what Fleur's was, even to it being a chiton; except Daphne's was a silvery green. There was also no choker, but she was just as naked underneath.
As for her pubic hair, it was much darker than the hair on her head; closer to the colour of her eyelashes. And was just as visible through the material as Fleur's was through her own chiton.
By the time he'd figured all that out, she was standing next to the bed on the other side to him, clearly unsure what to do next.
Harry reached across and flicked back the sheet on 'her' side. However, she was very hesitant to move.
"No pressure, Daphne," he quietly said. "What do you want to do?"
Again, him telling her she was in control seemed to get her moving. Her hand opposite her covered shoulder moved up to that shoulder before she dropped it again. Then she gave a slow twirl before turning back to him. "You like?" she quietly asked.
"You look lovely," he smiled.
That had her smile back and again reach to her shoulder. However, instead of undoing a hidden clasp, she just brushed the material off. That caused the whole lot to fall to the floor.
She then immediately almost jumped into the bed, before hurriedly pulling the sheet up and lying on her side, facing him. She was clearly very, very nervous.
Harry flipped to his side to face her and used his upper hand to carefully reach over and gently brush her hair away from her face.
"Absolutely gorgeous," he murmured.
That earned him a smile.
"Come here," he said, reaching out and urging her closer.
Gently, he coaxed her to relax through gentle snogging. That led to more vigorous snogging, which led even to more.
A while later, she had adopted a similar relaxed state to Hermione after her first time, except mirror imaged.
With Harry lying flat on his back, she laid on her side and against his side. Her upper hand was on his chest over his heart and her upper leg was curled up over his thighs.
As for the sheet, it was off them; half on the floor and half over the foot of the bed.
Harry was just managing to get his breathing back under control, but Daphne was almost purring as the arm he had under her and behind was lightly trailing up and down her lower spine.
"Oh, Gods," she muttered, for about the dozenth time in the last twenty minutes.
"Want to try something else?" he asked.
"I don't want to move," she replied.
"Then let me worry about what happens next," he returned.
Gently he pressed her away from his chest and back onto her back. That gave him time to prop himself up on an elbow before his head dipped to her chest.
He gave her a quick grin before he dropped his face to her chest and...
"Harry!" she exclaimed. "They're for... oohhhh Merlin!"
A minute later, as Daphne lay writhing and moaning with what he'd been doing with her breasts, he went lower.
"Wha-what are you... Ohhhhh... OooHHHHH... AhhhHHH-FUCK!" she screamed out the last. She was practically thrashing about on the bed.
Apparently, Parseltongue was useful for more than just talking to snakes.
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