Locked Up

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE

Summary - During an incident involving an experimental potion, an escaped Cornish Pixie, and a general culmination of his bad luck, Harry is forced into a week-long quarantine with a highly annoyed Daphne Greengrass. What could possibly go wrong?

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Locked Up

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Harry had long come to realise that if there was some higher power, godly deity, or otherwise omnipotent being pulling the strings of fate, then they most certainly hated him.

It wasn’t that his luck was bad; it was just that it was never good. Born into a loving and caring family? Oops, his mum and dad are both murdered before he’s even two years old. He finds out he’s a part of this magical and wondrous world hidden in plain sight? Whoops, that world is apparently run by a corrupt and greedy government built on prejudice and oppression. It didn’t stop there either. An undead Dark Lord obsessed with killing him, life-jeopardising threats thrust upon him year after year, a potions professor with a grudge against his father…the list could go on.

Specifically, it was the latter that Harry found himself cursing today. While his latest predicament wasn’t technically Snape’s fault, Harry still believed the man was an utter prick and found the act of mentally damning the crooked nosed git soothing. So there he sat, glaring daggers into the small fire crackling unbothered in the hearth while pointedly ignoring the piercing scowl of the beautiful blonde across the room.

No it was not Snape’s fault he was locked in this room with a witch that would sooner slit his throat than have a single pleasent conversation with him. That honour fell firmly in the hands of whatever aforementioned deity that bore a grudge against Harry.

His day had started out relatively normal–as they usually do before disaster strikes. He woke up from another nightmare about Voldemort and the strange black door, took a shower to wash off the cold sweat and lingering sense of foreboding that usually followed such a dream, brushed his teeth, coaxed Ron from his own comatose-like sleep, and finally went down and enjoyed breakfast with his friends. Of course, that was when everything began to go downhill.

Hermione had noticed it first.

“Seamus…your bag is growling.”

The Irish boy had instantly snapped his gaze down towards his book satchel, where–sure enough–the small bag was shuffling angrily back and forth while small, squeaky snarls emanated from within. Seamus cursed and quickly brandished his wand, muttering a quick stunner that impacted the leather satchel and forced it to go still.

“Wha’ w’s tha’ abou’ mate?” Ron frowned through a mouthful of eggs.

Seamus shook his head and quickly snatched his bag from the ground. “Nothin’. Just–ah–something I’m helping the twins with ‘s all!” 

Harry shared a disbelieving look with Ron while Hermione’s frown only deepened as she opened her mouth to press for more details. Before she could, however, a resounding gong from the clock tower echoed out across the castle, indicating it was time for class. Seamus was gone before Harry could even look up, disappearing into the throngs of students lumbering to their first lesson of the day.

…Which is when things really took a turn.

His first lesson was, of course, a double potions period with Snape. Preparing himself for the worst, he’d been somewhat surprised and yet all the more resigned when he stepped into the potions classroom to find Madame Pomfrey and the toad-like Professor Umbridge present as well. The two surprise guests said nothing as everyone filtered into the room. Snape, for his part, looked as if he’d swallowed a lemon whilst he stood next to Umbridge, obviously wishing for the pink-cardiganned harpy to be anywhere but standing in his class. A sentiment Harry very much shared with the greasy-haired professor.

As the last of his classmates took their seats, it was Umbridge who stepped forward, rather than Snape, a faux smile contorting across her ugly face.

“A good morning to you all!” She greeted before pausing expectantly. Her smile faltered as only silence greeted her words and she clicked her tongue. “Now that won’t do at all! I believe I said ‘A good morning to you all’!” She said louder this time.

A half-hearted ‘good morning’ rumbled back from the drowsy batch of fifth years. Umbridge smiled in satisfaction and gave a curt nod to the class. 

“Excellent! Now I believe quite a few of you may be wondering why I and Healer Pomfrey are present today hmm?” She didn’t wait for a response before clasping her hands together and smiling. “Well, the answer is, because we are here with an amazing opportunity given to you all by the Minister himself!”

Harry had to suppress a groan. An ‘opportunity’ from Fudge was hardly something that would be good for him.

The enthusiasm of his peers wasn’t much better, but Umbridge didn’t allow the blatant disinterest and otherwise bored looks to dissuade her. She pressed on.

“Today, you’ll all be brewing a rather new potion known as the Elixir of Truth. It’s considered a safer and more dependable form of Veritaserum. I’m sure you can all gather how vital a tool such an elixir could be.” The pink-clad toad smiled.

Harry didn’t miss the way her smile twisted into a light smirk as her beady eyes flicked over to him. It was obvious just what ‘uses’ the ugly wench had in mind for this new potion.

Before she could continue, someone in the back raised their hand.

“Yes? You have a question, Miss Davis?” Madame Pomfrey asked.

The dark-haired girl in question stood with a nod. “If this potion is so new, then why are we responsible for brewing it today? I thought all or otherwise new experimental potions were to be first examined and approved by the ministry before a licensed potions master conducts a test brew?”

“You are correct. Under normal circumstances, a potions master would conduct this process themselves.” Madame Pomfrey nodded. “However, as a licensed potions master himself, Professor Snape has agreed to supervise today’s test brewings and assist where needed. I am here as a precaution in case any…unforeseen accidents occur-”

“Which, of course, is highly unlikely!” Umbridge interrupted with a laugh. “The ministry is confident this new recipe is perfectly safe. Your job will be to simply test this new recipe as well as some minor variations of its ingredients to determine aspects such as potency, longevity, and so on!” Umbrigde smiled. “Any other questions?” A few students began to raise their hands, but Umbridge instead waved them off and turned to Snape. “Excellent! Professor Snape, if you will?”

Snape, who’d stood silent until then, contained a barely suppressed grimace as he stepped forward and waved his hand. A single piece of parchment appeared before each of them, containing a detailed list of ingredients and brewing instructions. A glance over at Ron’s parchment revealed a slightly different list of measurements for each ingredient.

“You will follow the instructions before you to the letter.” Snape intoned with a sneer. “I have little hope that many of you dunderheads will succeed; however, this does not mean I will tolerate any reckless impertinence. Experimental potions are always dangerous, no matter the ingredients. I’d rather not have to write any more letters to your parents than necessary detailing your gruesome and foolish demise. Is that clear?”

Everyone nodded, quite used to this manner of speech from Snape. Yet before the greasy-haired professor could move on, a small ‘ahem!’ from Umbridge had him turning back to the mass of students with a grimace.

“Hrrnng–In the name of house unity-” Snape said with a face twisted in distaste. “-you will each pair up with the person whose name appears at the top of your instruction sheet.” As he said this, the ink on everyone’s parchment twisted and morphed, revealing the name of one of their fellow classmates. “Now, unless there is any more senseless drivell…begin!”

Everyone began to break up and move to join their assigned partner. There were a few shouts of protest at their pairings, but most simply decided to grin and bear it, at the very least until class ended.

Harry stood and studied the name on his parchment.

DAPHNE GREENGRASS

Glancing up, he immediately locked eyes with the blonde witch from across the room. Her crystal blue orbs narrowed slightly, but she gave nothing else away as she approached, her face a mask of stone.

“Potter.”

“Greengrass.”

“Let's get this over with, shall we?” The blonde sniffed, setting her things down without another word.

Harry shook his head and did the same, content to work in silence if only to avoid interacting with the famed Ice Queen of Slytherin.

For the first half-hour, nothing of note happened. They sliced, crushed, and mixed their ingredients in silence. Daphne only ever spoke to give pointed orders to him, which Harry followed if only to complete their potion all the faster. It was only when they finally set their cauldron to cool for the required two hourglass turns when his luck reared its ugly head once more.

Two tables away, Seamus was half-paying attention as his Slytherin partner cut up the petrified oyster tongues the potion called for. His mind elsewhere, the Irish boy didn’t notice as his bag began to shuffle silently by his feet. No one saw a pair of tiny blue hands snake out to unclasp the leather satchel, nor did anyone hear the tiny cackle of success when the buckle finally came loose.

It was only when the first glass vial shattered to the floor and a much louder high-pitched cackle of glee followed that everyone’s attention was drawn up to the now freed Cornish Pixie as its reign of chaos began.

“Where did that come from?!”

“Ahh! Get it off!”

‘CRASH!’ 

Students screamed and dove out of the way as the pixie began to whiz past them, knocking vials and potion beakers tumbling to the floor in a fit of maniacal laughter. A few tried to pull their wands free, but they were either knocked around by their scrambling classmates or their spells sailed harmlessly passed the blue-skinned menace ran rampant.

In the chaos, no one saw Seamus Finnegan flee from the class with his empty satchel in tow.

Everyone, however, watched as the pixie was smacked from the air by Hermione, wielding a textbook, before crashing into Harry’s cauldron.

Harry had just enough time to cover his face before the, thankfully, now cooled elixir splashed over both him and Daphne, coating them in a thick silvery sludge that instantly made him woozy the second it touched his skin.

“Harry!”

“Daph’!”

The two cries of their names were the last either of them heard before darkness took them…

…Which is how he got here.

When he awoke, both he and Daphne were here in this room with Madame Pomfrey hovering over the pair of them with a bubblehead charm and her wand glowing a dim yellow.

“Due to the experimental nature of the potion and its potential side effects, the two of you must remain here in quarantine until it's been fully flushed from your systems. Unfortunately, we’re unsure how long this may take, but our best guess is a week, maybe more.” She had explained.

That was 6 hours ago.

Harry shifted, chancing a glance towards Daphne, who still sat glaring venomously his way.

One week with a girl who, by all means, could barely stand him. At least the feeling was mutual, though he still wondered how long it’d be before they tried to kill each other.

Day 3

The first two days went by at an agonizingly slow pace. Thankfully, though, nothing worth mentioning happened. He and Daphne developed a schedule of sorts, even–and by schedule, he meant they avoided each other at every opportunity. Harry spent most of his time locked away in ‘his’ bedroom within their little prison, passing the time by either reading or working on whatever homework the house-elves dropped off for them.

They only really ever saw one another when Madame Pomfrey would appear to perform a quick vitals scan. The older witch would drag them both out into the main living space, mutter a few incantations, and then leave after explaining that the potion was still very prevalent within their systems. The only real good news was that they had yet to show any actual side effects…

At least until today.

One of the downsides (out of many that is) of their shared living space was that the only bathroom was meant to be shared between them. Usually, this didn’t pose much of a problem, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any.

Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly. He’d spent nearly all evening working on an essay Flitwick assigned them and was now determined to take a long, relaxing shower before passing out in his bed.

Of course, that plan was brought to a sudden halt the moment he stepped into the hall and came face to face with a towel-clad Daphne Greengrass.

They both froze as their eyes met. Daphne’s hair was still wet from her shower, and her skin glistened with moisture. He could smell the sweet honey scent of her shampoo. Briefl,y his eyes flicked down, following the trail of flushed skin reddened by the hot water down to the valley of her breasts.

“My eyes are up here Potter.”

Harry wrenched his gaze back up to meet Daphne’s annoyed scowl. “I wasn’t-” he began, but Daphne cut him off.

“Staring at my tits?” She scoffed, flicking a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “Save your lies for someone more gullible, Potter.”

This time it was Harry’s turn to scoff, feeling far less remorseful than he had been seconds ago. “Believe what you want Greengrass. You’re the one prancing around a towel in the first place. Maybe you wanted me to stare.”

He prepared himself for the worst. A furious snarl, a biting insult, or perhaps even a brandished wand. What he did not expect was for Daphne to roll her eyes and say, “And if I did?”

They both froze once more. He watched as Daphne’s face went slack with horror as she realised what she had just said. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, and before he knew it, the blonde witch was shoulder past him as she scrambled to her room.

Harry watched her go, confusion running rampant in his mind. Confusion and perhaps just a bit of intrigue.

Day 5

The rest of the evening and the next day passed without Harry seeing so much as a glimpse of Daphne. The blonde was obviously avoiding him after their little encounter in the hall. For his part, Harry spent the next day and a half mulling over their conversation, trying to parse just what the hell had happened.

It was late in the evening once more when he next saw Daphne. He was sitting by the fire, staring into the flames in contemplation rather than anger as he had a few days prior, when Daphne suddenly appeared and sat in the chair opposite him.

She said nothing at first, prompting Harry to raise a brow questioningly as their eyes met.

“I believe the potion may be having more of an effect than we first thought.”

Harry blinked, not having expected that.

“Go on.” He said slowly.

Daphne nodded and continued. “From what Umbridge explained, the potion was meant to be a substitute for Veritaserum, a relatively powerful truth serum. It seems to be even more powerful than predicted, though, as we never ingested any directly and yet….” She trailed off

Harry blinked once more. “You mean…?”

Daphne nodded. “I’m highly confident neither of us could tell a single lie right now even if we wanted to.”

Harry nodded, quite unsure what to say as he processed this new information. There was a lot to unpack in Daphne’s theory, certainly.

“So we can’t lie…Guess we never noticed since we spent the first few days ignoring each other?” He mused.

Once more Daphne nodded. “Until the night before last, yes.”

“Ask me a question.”

This time it was Daphne’s turn to blink. “What?”

You said we can’t lie cause of the serum, right? Well I want to test it.” He sat up, leaning closer to the blonde as he held the gaze of her crystal blue orbs. “So as me a question.”

Daphne frowned, softly biting her lower lip before she too sat up just a bit straighter.

“First year, Quirrel. Did you have to do something with his disappearance?”

A strange feeling passed over Harry, like a warm calmness that wasn’t too dissimilar to the Imperius Curse. Before he knew it, he was suddenly speaking without any control over his own words.

“Yes. He was possessed by Voldemort’s spirit and tasked with stealing the Philosopher’s Stone. I killed him to stop Voldemort from using the stone to return.” As the last word left his lips, the strange feeling faded, and Harry shook his head to clear the wooziness that came after.

Daphne stared at him with the slightest hint of awe on her face. “I suppose I owe Tracey 10 sickles now…” She muttered, shaking her head before meeting his gaze once more. “Your turn.”

“You want me to ask you a question?” He asked.

The blonde shrugged. “It’s only fair. You answered mine after all.”

Shaking his head, Harry thought for a moment before going with the first thing that popped into his head.

“Did you really snog Draco after the Yule Ball?”

Daphne reared back with a look of disgust. “Where on Earth did you-?!” She paused, a deep scowl overcoming her features. “Draco!” She hissed. “I’m going to kill that disgusting ferret! As if I’d ever kiss him!”

Harry raised his hands up defensively. “I’ll take that as a no, then. Your turn I guess.”

Daphne huffed and shot him a small glare. “Fine. Are you and Granger secretly a ‘thing’?”

“What? No!” Harry exclaimed, barely feeling the potion’s magic taking over as he sputtered in disbelief. “I love Hermione and all, but not romantically!”

“Oh, I always assumed you two were just keeping it quiet. I suppose I was wrong.” Daphne hummed.

“We’ve both dated other people!”

“Open relationships aren’t that uncommon in wizarding society.”

Harry shook his head in disbelief. “Regardless, Hermione and I are just friends. It would be like if you and Tracey dated.”

Daphne blushed and ducked her head. “Well…”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Wait…seriously? You and Tracey?”

“We’ve never dated,” Daphne explained. “More so, we…experimented with one another.”

“Experimented how?” He asked.

Daphne’s blush deepened. “Well, we kissed and we…may have…touched one another.” It seemed as if the potion’s magic considered this answer enough, as no sooner did Daphne clamp her mouth closed in embarrassment.

“Woah.” Harry breathed, the words tumbling from his mouth almost unconsciously. “I would’ve loved to see that.” His eyes widened in horror as he snapped his gaze back up to Daphne. The blonde stared back with an unreadable expression on her face despite the pinkness in her cheeks. They held each other’s gaze for a beat, then two, then-

“I bet you would’ve.” Daphne giggled as her face broke out into a smirk. “It was rather hot if I do say so myself.”

Instead of getting flustered or perhaps embarrassed, Harry felt a sudden swell of confidence in his chest.

“Yeah? Couldn’t be as hot as snogging the Patil Twins.” He paused, shooting the blonde a smirk. “At the same time.”

“No!”

Harry nodded. “I felt bad for being a shite date to Parvati and dragging Padma down as well. So to make it up to them, I took them both out to dinner and well…they really appreciated it.”

“Is that so? Only snogging then or …?”

Harry smirked. “Let’s just say I found out just how ‘identical’ they were.”

Daphne gasped before covering her mouth as she broke out into a fit of giggles.

Day 6

Harry woke with a groan, his head pounding and mouth irritatingly dry. Reaching for his glasses, he nearly tumbled from the bed when, instead of the nightstand, his hand met empty air.

“Wha’?” He murmured, fully sitting up to take stock of his surroundings. With a wave of his hand, his glasses were summoned, transforming the blurriness around him to the crystal clear sight of an unfamiliar room.

Or at least, unfamiliar at first.

Memories of the night before filled his mind. He and Daphne spoke for some time, slowly growing comfortable with one another as they shared secrets and stories. He remembered it had felt freeing in the moment to tell someone things that he spent years trying to hide away out of shame or embarrassment.

At some point, he had called for Dobby, and the excitable little elf had eagerly appeared carrying a bottle of fire whiskey.

They shared drinks after that, swapping the bottle between themselves as the night wore on and their admissions grew personal. Well…more personal…

He doesn’t remember much about how it began, only that one moment he’d been staring into Daphne’s eyes, a pregnant silence prevailing between them and then…

The Night Before

Her lips tasted like alcohol and honey. It was an odd thought to have when a gorgeous blonde was currently busy burying her tongue in your mouth but it was the thought Harry focused on all the same.

It was a delightful taste, he decided, one he wished to have more of.

Without prompting, he plunged his mouth into hers. Daphne moaned into his mouth at the feeling, her own tongue fighting back with a fury. Hands began to travel freely, exploring the body of the other. Harry reached down and cupped her perky bum, his lips leaving her’s to nibble on the exposed flesh of her neck. Daphne gasped aloud, fingers curling in his hair as she spoke.

“B-bed now!” She cried.

Harry needed no further prompting. Picking her up by her thighs, he carried her effortlessly to her bedroom. Daphne wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pressing his tented erection against her inner thigh. Harry felt her gasp in surprise against his lips. She definitely liked what she felt.

Daphne was on a high as Harry kicked open her bedroom door. The buzz of alcohol and rush oif endorphines in her brain made every sensation feel electrifying. Harry’s lips alone had her moaning aloud. The indention of his cock against her leg only made her excitement grow. She could feel her knickers becoming soaked as her pussy tingled with anticipation. 

As they reached her bed, Harry’s attention turned from her lips to the valley of her breasts. She threaded her fingers through his hair as she panted in need. Without warning, she was plunged onto the soft mattress of her bed. Harry’s lips returned to her lips in a flash, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh.

“C-Clothes! Off!” She cried.

Harry obeyed, his own lust-fuelled haze taking control as he quickly threw off his shirt and kicked off his trousers. Daphne stripped as well, tossing her blouse and bra aside without a care and quickly pushing her skirt down until only her knickers remained.

She heard Harry suck in a breath as her naked flesh was finally exposed. His green eyes washed over her, hungry and glazed over with desire that made a shiver of delight run up her spine. Daphne, in turn, drank in the sight of him as well, his toned chest and arms, the eye-catching tent within his boxers, the admittedly sexy scars that crisscrossed his frame.

Harry grew tired of her stares quickly. Without warning, he surged forward, pressing Daphne deeper into the bed as he beheld the beauty of her breasts. The grapefruit-sized mounds were capped off with puffy pink nipples that hardened under his very gaze. Harry couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to take one of the buds between his teeth. The hiss of pleasure it earned from Daphne made it all the more worth it. The swirling and flicking of his tongue sent sharp pricks of pleasure up Daphne’s spine. When his hand came up between her legs and cupped her clothed slit she cried out in need. His fingers traced up and down her moistened folds, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. She groaned out in frustration as the small motions only fueled her burning need. In response, Daphne’s hand soon found his clothed cock and gave it a small squeeze.

Harry’s groan of satisfaction spurred the girl on as she reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.

“Oh!” She exclaimed as she finally got her first look at his lengthy member. ‘Big~’ she purred in her mind.

Harry leaned down to capture her lips once more. She hummed with lust as she felt his hot shaft pressed against her mound. Her thin fingers snaked down to wrap around his girth. She giggled internally when she realized her hand didn’t fully wrap around the thick cock. Her hand began to pump him with long, deep strokes. Harry let out a deep rumbling moan at her ministrations. She felt her ego rise at that. With just her hand, she was drawing such sweet sounds from his mouth.

His own hands fumbled down back between her legs. Yet this time, instead of rubbing her through her kickers, he shoved the offending garment aside and caressed her bare vulva. He circled around her opening with teasing strokes before suddenly he sank two of his digits into her soaking depths.

Daphne gasped into his lips. She began to stroke him faster as he sank his fingers deeper inside her cunt. Harry raked his hand back and forth inside of her. The pleasure was slowly building as he continued to stroke her slick inner walls. Without warning, one of his digits rubbed against a rough bundle of nerves. The sheer jolt of pleasure she felt from that one stroke caused her back to arch, and her mouth opened as she expelled a loud cry of ecstasy.

“OH F-FUCK!” The blonde cried. She couldn’t take it anymore. Daphne needed him.

Harry grunted in surprise as his hand was pushed to the side and instead replaced with the tip of his cock. Almost instinctually he allowed himself to sink forward, pressing his cock deeper into the blonde’s folds as they moaned in unison.

“Ooooooo~” Daphne cooed. “I–Oh Morgana–I can’t b-believe we’re doing this!”

“Do you wanty to stop?’ He gasped, even as he bottomed out inside her.

Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him flush against her. The heat of her breath washed over his ear as she began to roll her hips ever so slightly.

“No.” 

The single word was filled with more truth than Harry had ever heard in his entire life and it was enough to break his resolve completely.

His thrusts started slow and shallow, but soon the pace of his hips picked up and he was ramming his thick cock into her pussy with hard deep strokes. Daphne was a moaning mess under him. Her hands had minds of their own as they explored his chest and abs, grasping and clawing at his smooth flesh. She wanted desperately to wrap her legs around his waist and keep him in as deep as possible, but the feeling of his thick, hard shaft pounding into her was something she absolutely refused to stop.

Daphne was raised to be many things. A lady. A ruthless politician. An example of pureblood superiority. But in that moment, all she wanted was keep being the girl spasming around Harry Potter’s cock. A part of her mind giggled at the feeling of his sack slapping against her ass with every thrust. Her mouth was a constant stream of whorish moans and she was slightly embarrassed at the lewd sounds her gushing pussy was making. 

Her orgasm was sudden. Harry cursed loudly as her cunt clenched around him hard. Her cries of pleasure reached a crescendo just as he could no longer hold his own release back any longer. His cock lurched, and with a groan, Harry slammed himself as deep as possible within Daphne’s folds and erupted. The blonde moaned at the sudden flush of warmth within her pussy. She began to rock her hips in time with the pulses of his cock, almsot like she was milking him for every last drop.

Their lips met again as their orgasms finally began to cool, but as Harry would discover soon, Daphne was nowhere close to done.

“Fuck!” He broke the kiss with a hiss, Daphne’s hips moving once again to coax him back to full hardness. “You’re insatiable, Greengrass.”

Daphne just smirked, shifting to push him against the bed while she sat atop his lap, his cock firmly planted inside her.

Present

Harry turned as a groan sounded out through the room and a head of blonde hair came into view. The blanket shifted as Daphne turned, giving him a full view of her hickey covered breasts in the morning light.

A single blue eye was cracked open, heavy with the after-effects of sleep. She studied him for a moment, her own memories of the night before returning before she let out another groan.

“Fuck! Now I owe Tracey another 10 sickles…” She grumbled.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh with disbelief, sinking back down into the covers as the blonde witch next to him snuggled into his side.

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Author’s Note

I’ve finally had some time to sit down and actually write! It’s been a looooonnnnggg two weeks, but I’m glad I’m finally able to return to working on my stories for you all!

Thanks for all the well-wishes on my previous post and, of course, for reading!